Troye's pov:
I sat there holding this boy, his name was Connor. He seemed to know Ricky, he was mumbling "I'm so sorry Ricky."
I cradled him in my arms. I knew exactly what he was going through. He was having a anxiety attack and a bad one. I held him in my arms as his heart rate stared to returning to normal. He fell asleep. I sat there acknowledging his features, he had a cute little dent above his left eyebrow, a small frown but otherwise neutral expression. He looked so peaceful as he slept. "What's going?!?" Ruth said, a scared Ricky following her. She knelt down and picked him up. His knuckles dripped some more blood from the glass. She brought him to his cold dark room. I looked over at the clock, 4:23. As she laid him down he slightly opened his eyes. "Ricky?" He mumbled. Ricky quickly jumped to the chair beside the bed and held his hand. I turned to leave with Ruth. "Troye?" He mumbled. I jumped at the sound of my name. Ruth had walked away, I was standing in the door frame astonished. I watched as he slowly moved his increasingly shaky hand under the duvet and ever so slightly lifting it up. A few minutes passed as I just stood there. *cough, cough* Ricky coughed breaking the silence he looked at me and to the bed. I walked over to the bed sliding in. I put my arm under his neck and another around his rather skinny hip and pulled him into me. He rested his head on my chest and his hand on my stomach. "I can't feel anything" he groaned. "It's ok" I stroked his hair. He instantly calmed down. He soon fell asleep. I looked at Ricky who looked amazed. "How?" He asked quietly, trying not to wake connor. I shrugged. I was amazed as well. After a while I signalled for Ricky to leave so he could get some sleep.
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Dying | Tronnor
Fanfiction"Love conquers all.....that's bullshit" "Really" "Well that's what I thought until I met you" [this was written like a year ago when I didn't know grammar existed, please don't judge, it will be shitty, but it does have a good plot...]
