Hospital For Souls (Jalex)

Alex's P.O.V

"So Alex," Dr. McKinnon said. "How are things?"

"Good."

"Just good?"

"Well, better, I guess."

"Why are you guessing? You should be assertive about your feelings."

"Well, Jack admitted he likes me a lot."

"That's great," he exclaimed. "Have you thought about what your mother would say to that?"

"She knows I'm gay and supports me."

"What would your brother say?"

"I don't want to talk about my brother," I snapped.

"Alex," Dr. McKinnon said cautiously. "You know we need to talk about that eventually."

"The key word there is eventually," I said leaning foreward. "Not today."

"How close were the two of you?"

"I don't want to fucking talk about it."

Dr. McKinnon's arm twitched and I knew he was pressing the panic button.

"How old were you when he died?"

I snapped.

"I don't want to talk about it," I screamed.

"Alex, calm down."

All I could see was Tom lying in a puddle of his own vomit. I started hitting myself and pulling my hair to make it go away, but nothing worked.

"Code red! I repeat, code red! He's completely lost it," I heard distantly.

Hands started pulling at me and I screamed louder.

"Alex, you need to relax. It's okay," I swear I heard Tom say.

"You're dead! Leave me alone!"

"Alex, it's Dr. McKinnon. You're safe."

I was lifted onto a stretcher and my arms and legs were strapped down after a long struggle.

"Mom," I screamed. "Help me! Let me go Tom!"

A needle poked my arm and I started feeling sleepy.

"Tom," I screamed louder. I was fighting the restraints as best I could, but I was getting tired.

"Tom!" My voice was getting quieter and quieter.

I was hooked up to an IV and an oxygen mask was put on my face.

"Tom," I whispered one last time before the darkness took over.

Tom.