Dead As FUCK |Motionless In White||Ricky Horror|

Shall I Be Worried?

{Chloe}

I was playing with Dexter on the floor then he sat his paw on top of his toy signaling me that he doesn't want to play any more. I took a picture of him because he was too cute.
It's been a couple weeks almost a month since I've last seen Ricky but we call sometimes or even text each other.

It was thunder storming out and it turns out Dexter doesn't like Thunder so I have to keep him occupied.
There was a knock on the front door and I went to go open it. There was several knocks.
"I'm coming!" I called while quickly walking to the door.
The kept knocking after knock.

I finally opened the door and
I couldn't believe what I just saw.

"Oh my god..." I gasped.
"Come inside before you get sick!" I said while pulling Ricky in.

How did he find me??

He had his head down.

"Hey,what's wrong?" I asked.

He wrapped his arms around me and he was crying.

"Ricky. What happened?." I asked while lifting his head up.
His nose was bleeding.

"C'mon." I said while walking up stairs to my room with him.
I sat him on my bed.
I grabbed the first aid kit and and some pajama pants and a towel.

"Here, take your shirt off.." I said.

He didn't even look at me.
I got down on my knees in front of him and looked up at him

"Ricky, you're gonna have to cooperate with me." I said.

He wasn't even paying attention. He was thinking about something else.
I sighed then I stood up and slid his shirt off.
I dried his arms off with a towel and his chest and back.

"You're gonna have to change in these." I said while giving him the pajama pants. 
We walked to the bathroom and came back out within a couple of minutes.
His hair was still dripping wet and his nose was still bleeding.

He sat down on my bed then I gently wiped his nose off.
I tilted his head back then I left the tissue in there to absorb all of the blood.
I cleaned the rest of his nose up then dried and brushed his hair with a towel.

"So are you ready to tell me what happened?." I asked while sitting next to him.
I forgot that I was just in my underwear and a shirt but who cares? Like what hasn't he seen of me on tour??

Tears escaped his eyes.

When I was crying,Ricky was there for me and he comforted me.

"Come here." I said quietly while wrapping my arms around him.
I laid his head on my chest then I slid my fingers through his hair pulling it back out of his face.
I cradled him like a little baby then I kissed his forehead.

"You're gonna be alright." I said quietly.

He sniffled.
I've never seen a guy cry before...it's actually kinda heart breaking. I've never known that guys could cry, even though they act all tough and mean...but knowing Ricky, I knew that he was a softy.

"Hey, don't cry. You're gonna be alright." I said while wiping his eyes.

"The past few months, I've been lost. I can't remember the last time I smiled quite like this. Starting now, I'm lying down to sleep but I can't close my eyes. Could this be? Maybe,just maybe." I sang softly while running my fingers through his hair.

"I know that this is crazy but...can you blame me? I mean look at you"
"Look at your eyes" I sang while wiping his eyes with my thumbs.
"At your lips." I gently pecked the tips of his lips. I barley felt the little kiss.

"They say the words that fix me, they haunt me, they tease me. I want to see you again." I took a pause.

Oh god. I'm not gonna cry. Please don't cry.
I just can't see a person like this, even the ones that I love like hell.

Ricky looked up at me.
I looked up at the ceiling then took a deep breath in and let out a sharp breath. I looked back down and everything was blurry. My eyes were watering up.

"Just wait a while. Maybe,just maybe." I sang softly.
I gently stroked his cheek with my thumb.

He sniffled then buried his face in my chest.
He sobbed a little then his breath was beginning to get faster.

"Ricky." I said softly.
I sat up.
"Ricky, calm down sweetie." I said while sliding my fingers through his hair.
He didn't stop. He started coughing like crazy.

"Hey, it's alright. Just take a deep breath in." I said.
"Count to ten."

He shook his head no.
I held his head up then looked him in the eyes. His eyelashes were wet and so was the bottom of his eyes. I wiped his eyes then looked at him.

"C'mon. Lay down." I said while laying him down.

I kissed his forehead.
I wonder what the fuck happened for him to cry like this. He came to my house soaked in rain and with a bloody nose.

"I'll be right back." I said.

I got up then I walked out of the room. I quickly ran down the stairs decided to make him some camomile tea. That stuff works if you have really bad anxiety and if you're hella stressed out. I always fix myself a cup when I come home from work and it just relaxes me.

It took a couple of minutes to make the tea. I heard him walking down the stairs because he was sniffling.
He sat down at the table then buried his face in his arms.

I poured the tea in a cup then I let it cool down for a minute.
I sat the cup in front of him then I stood behind him and massaged his shoulders and neck.

"Here, drink that, it'll help you." I said.

He took a sip from it little by little.
I walked to the bathroom and grabbed some hand cream and sat down next to him.

"May I see your hands?" I asked.

He gave me his right hand. I opened the jar of cream and rubbed some on his hands.

"This stuff works really good for dead skin" I said while messaging his palm with my thumbs.

"Your other hand" I said.

He hesitated to give me his left hand but he gave it to me anyways.
I pulled his black beaded bracelet down so I could apply the cream to his hand.
As I was rubbing the lotion in I noticed he had stitches on his wrist.
I didn't say anything though. 

He probably had an accident when he was younger.

He drank more of the tea and he was more calm now.
I rubbed his back then he laid his head on my shoulder.