Chapter 12

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by DrawingPaige09
by DrawingPaige09
                                        
                                                  Max's POV 
                              It's been days and I feel really bad. Cory was fine but Ross and I weren't. It was killing me not being with Ross. I miss his kisses and his smile, that all went away. I tried talking to him but he just ignores me or slams the door in my face. There's got to be a way for his attention...
                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~next day
                              I was at my station feeling REALLY sick. I couldn't walk or get up without feeling nauseous. I kept zoning out on the scissors on my desk, thinking ways to get Ross' attention. I sighed and looked at my screen, scrolling through my Twitter on there. 
                              Max needs to die!
Max sucks, I don't get why he's still at the offices. Why doesn't Adam fire him?!
Max should go kill himself...
                              Kill himself, kill himself, kill himself. That kept ringing through my head, driving me insane. "Max?" I heard Tim's soft voice. I looked over, to see his concerned face. "Are you okay?" I shrugged and got up, feeling dizzy and nauseous. 
                              I bend over, putting my hands on my desk, hearing someone rush over. A hand went on my back and I flinched. They took it off and I looked up to see Adam. "You okay?" I shrugged again, but running to the bathroom, grabbing my scissors. 
                              Adam kept banging on the door, yelling for me to open. "Cory, thank god you're here..." I couldn't hear the rest. I'm not opening for Cory either...
                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~trigger warning
                              It's been 20 minutes of Cory and Adam yelling at me through the door. I grabbed the scissors and opened them, holding onto the one side. I rolled up my sleeve and was thinking about what to do. 
                              Kill himself...I gasped and pressed down, watching blood come out of my arm. 
                              I finished and looked at it. 'Kill himself' was carved into my skin. I smiled a little, thinking this will get Ross' attention. "Max, please, open!" A sound of Cory's broken voice, came through the door. I sighed and got up but feeling really dizzy. I think I went to far. Some of it I cut my skin open. 
                              I opened the door and...
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Cory's POV 
                              He fell. I caught him, looking at his arm. "I'm sorry.." He whispered. He closed his eyes, falling asleep. I hope. Adam checked his pulse and sighed in relief. He started dialling for an ambulance. 
                              He came back, looking pissed. "What?" He leaned/ sat against the wall, like me, and sighed. "Apparently the hospital doesn't have anymore rooms, so it's up to us." WHAT?! How the hell does a hospital not have anymore rooms?! How are we supposed to take care of Max? 
                              I sighed and sat up, taking Max with me in my arms, bridal style. I walked inside and everyone looked at us but mostly Max. Ross came out of his room and started to tear up, as he looked at Max. 
                              I put Max on the couched and left. But checking the bandage around his arm first. 
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                              Ross' POV 
                              Was his my fault?! No it can't be, can it? Please don't let it be...