Ten Tonne Skeleton (Dean Ambrose Fanfic)

Living with the guilt - Part 20

I cried whilst writing this so it may be triggering to some. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! Also it's a bit short.

Seth's anxiety was all over the place. Dean had hung up without a goodbye and he definitely wasn't mentally stable. There was no way for Seth to physically check on Dean, since he was in Iowa and Dean was in Toronto. He needed to make sure his boyfriend was okay. He was desperate, so he called AJ.

"Hello?" AJ greeted sounding half awake.

"Hey it's Seth, look Dean told me everything about you two and I need you to check on him. Somethings not right, he's going to do something stupid. Please find him and help him, I'm begging you. I don't care about your affair I just need you to make sure he's okay." Seth raced out.

"Y-yeah okay um, I'll find him. He'll be okay I promise." AJ replied.

"Thank you." Seth hung up and waited for the bad news to come. He had never heard Dean so desperate for love.

AJ ran as fast as he could to Dean's room. He had seen him walking in there earlier. He went to knock on the door, but realized there was no time for that so he kicked the door down.

It was easy to find Dean. He was lying in bed, under the covers. He looked peaceful in his sleep and AJ let out a sigh of relief before realizing that something wasn't right. Dean wasn't breathing. AJ ran over to his friends body, tears streaming down his face, and shook Dean in an attempt to wake him up. But it didn't work.

"Dean!" AJ shouted. "Dean, wake up!"

The sobbing man grabbed his phone and called for an ambulance. The paramedics arrived and took Dean away on a stretcher. AJ had never seen a body so lifeless. The image haunted his mind as he waited in the silent waiting room to see if Dean was alive.

"Mr Styles?" A doctor called out from the door of the waiting room. AJ stood up. "Follow me." The doctor sighed.

"How is he?" AJ rushed out as they made their way through the corridors.

"He's alive, but he's not doing too good." A tear made its way down AJ's face as the doctor continued to speak. "We pumped his stomach and managed to get his heart pumping again, however he's not breathing on his own. He has been attached to a ventilator as his lungs are too weak to breathe on their own. Also he is very undernourished, which has caused even more damage to his lungs. On his medical records it says that he has attempted suicide before, has he had any help since then?" The doctor asked.

AJ was overwhelmed. Dean needed a machine to breathe. Why was he so undernourished? Why hadn't he noticed that things were wrong before?

"Uh, I-I don't think so." AJ answered. 

"Well, he needed it." The doctor sighed. "The alcohol and sleeping pills have done a lot of damage to his stomach, lungs and liver. His organs are very weak from how undernourished he is and the substance abuse has only made it worse. Mr Ambrose is in a life threatening condition. We can't promise that he'll make it through this."

AJ broke down. Dean, the only man he had ever loved, could be dead within seconds. The doctor stopped outside the doors of the intensive care unit and waited for AJ to calm down.

"This is going to be hard for you to see, but you've got to stay strong." The doctor said as he directed AJ to Dean's room. AJ nodded not knowing what to expect.

AJ closed his eyes as he walked into Dean's room. He wasn't ready to see his friend in so much pain. The constant beeping of the heart monitor gave AJ a small bit of hope that things would be okay. He opened his eyes and instantly wished that he hadn't.

The tube going down Dean's throat was huge. It looked painful. There was a brace wrapped around his neck and tape across his fore head to keep him in place. There were wires sticking out from every part of his body and he had to wear special hospital 'moon boots' to stop his feet from falling flat. If it wasn't for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, Dean would look dead.

Dean was shirtless and AJ could see how skinny he really was. His ribs were sticking out and he had no fat in his stomach. His skin was pale and blotchy. Bruises covered his weak body from all the matches he had competed in.

AJ had never felt so guilty over something in his entire life. He had let this happen. He shouldn't have gotten mad at Dean about their relationship. If it wasn't for Seth calling, Dean would have been dead. 

"I'm Doctor Rann, by the way." AJ heard the doctor say. "Are you related to Mr Ambrose, in any way?"

"No, I'm just a friend." AJ replied, feeling his heart break.

"Ah okay, well just come and find me if there's anything you need or press the emergency button if there are any problems."

"Okay, thanks."

AJ knew he had to let Seth know the news. He dialed in his number and pressed call.

"H-hello? Is he okay?" Seth sounded worried.

"He- he's in the hospital, h-" AJ started to cry. "They do-on't know if he's gonna make it."

"W-what?" Seth sobbed.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. C-calm down. I'm gonna fly over on the next available flight. Please look after him, okay?" Seth asked.

"I will, I promise."

"Thank you."

Both men were in a lot of emotional pain. The person they loved was in a life or death situation and they couldn't do anything to help him. They should have helped him sooner. It was equally their fault and now they were paying the price.