Dying | Tronnor

Five

I sat up on my bed drenched in sweat. It was the third night I had a bad dream about it, cutting and sucide. I got out of my bed and headed down to the bathrooms. I shivered with every step, the ground was so cold and the ward was so quiet. I heard sobbing as I turned into the bathrooms. I looked in to the showers on the far side. There he was, his pj's covered in blood,his hand was also covered. The blood was running down the little drain as he cradled him self, "uh Connor" he sobbed getting up and turning the showers on. He had lost a lot of blood. He got up and closed the curtain. "It's not enough" I heard him whisper to himself. I had to help him. I pulled back the curtain and reached out my hand. "Blade" I demanded. "B-but" he quivered. "Blade" I demanded, raising my voice. He handed my the blood covered rock. It had been sharpened. I pulled him up and took him to the sink. I pulled off his shirt. And threw it on the ground, revealing his nicely toned abs. I stared for a moment before turning on the sink. I ran into one of the stalls and grabbed the toilet paper. "Why did you do it Ricky?" I asked acting like I had known him for years. "My family post-poned  there visit, again for the fourth time." "I am so sorry" I replied. "It's ok, I'm just glad you found me when you did" he said looking away. I grabbed his arms and he quickly looked back as I wrapped the toilet paper on his arms. "Why are you in the bathrooms so late?" He said looking up at my eyes, as I finished. "I needed to get out of my room" I replied. "Oh bad dreams?" He asked Looking at my sweaty forehead and back into eyes. That's when I knew we would be best friends. "Hello?" He asked. "Oh ya, something like that" there was a long pause. "So why are you here, in this hell they call a psychiatric ward?" He asked again breaking the silence. "Not yet" I replied exiting the bathrooms and down to the hall.