I'm Not Everything You Wanted Me To Be (Ambrollins Fanfiction)

In a dream on the way to the hospital - Part 13

This chapter is very sad and descriptive and triggering! You have been warned. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

Seth rushed upstairs into the bathroom. Jason wasn't home, which made Seth very happy. He didn't want any distractions. He had thought about many different ways to do this and all of them sounded doable. 

He wanted to make sure that his attempt worked, so he decided on using two methods at once. The first thing he picked out was a large bottle of painkillers. Only a few had been used, when Jason broke his arm in a car accident, so the bottle was pretty much full.

Seth needed something to wash the pills down with, so he grabbed the first liquid substance that he could find in the small bathroom. Bleach.

He was going to end this today. No one was going to stop him.

Seth opened up the bottle of pills and the bleach, which was also full, and placed them on the floor next to where he sat. He reached over to the door and locked it, so that no one could get in until it was too late.

He divided the pills into groups of five and swallowed the first two groups. Then he washed them down with a mouthful of bleach. The smell and taste of the fumes made Seth gag. It was one of the worst things he had ever tasted, but he couldn't risk throwing up the pills, so he powered through the horrible taste of bleach and continued the process.

Seth had five pills left and about three mouthfuls of bleach to be swallowed. He felt dizzy and nauseous. His stomach was churning and his head was pounding. He couldn't feel his legs and his hands were starting to become numb.

He swallowed that last of the pills and bleach, before leaning against the wall in agony. He had never felt this much pain before. It was excruciating.

After a few minutes, Seth began to cough up blood. Lots of it. The red substance was pouring out of the young man's throat, onto the floor, but Seth couldn't do anything about it. He was unable to move his body.

He finally passed out after another minute of unbearable pain. It was finally over.

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Dean had tried calling Seth sixteen times over the past hour, but he got no reply. He started to get worried when he remembered Seth's past with self harm. It would be so easy for Seth to accidently hit an artery and bleed out.

Roman arrived back at the hotel room, to find Dean panicking.

"What's wrong, man?" Roman asked, also starting to worry when he saw that Seth was gone.

"I think Seth's in trouble. I need to find him, but he won't answer his phone." Dean cried out. 

"Okay, calm down. I'm sure he's okay. Let's just think of where he might have gone." Roman replied, trying to sooth Dean as much as he could.

"I don't know where he could have gone. He's been living in a hotel with me for the past week and he can't got to his house because-" Dean paused, thinking for a second. "Wait, what if he's gone back to his old house?"

"Let's go over there and check." Roman said, grabbing Dean's arm and running out onto the streets. 

Luckily, there was a taxi passing by, so they got to Seth's house quicker. The front door was open and there were no signs of Jason, but it felt like someone was in the house.

Dean ran upstairs, shouting Seth's name in hopes that he would answer. Whereas, Roman stayed downstairs to look for his friend.

"Roman!" Dean called. "Come up here, I think I've found him." Roman rushed upstairs to find Dean stood outside the bathroom door. "It's locked." Dean whimpered.

Roman started hitting his shoulder against the door, trying to break it down. It was the only way to get into the room. It didn't take very long to give way, but Dean felt like every second was an hour.

Roman pushed the door out of the way and saw Seth's legs on the floor in front of him.

"I'll call an ambulance." Roman said, grabbing his phone and dialing in the number.

Dean rushed into the room and was winded by the sight in front of him. Seth was laying against the wall, covered in blood and vomit. He was unconscious and barely breathing.

"I can't find a pulse." Dean said, his breathing quickening.

"The ambulance is on it's way. It'll be a few minutes." Roman said, kneeling down next to Dean. "He'll be okay, the doctors and nurses will help him."

"But, he's barely breathing." Dean sobbed.

"He'll be okay." Roman repeated, not knowing if he was trying to convince Dean or himself.

The ambulance arrived and Seth was loaded onto a stretcher and rushed to the hospital. Dean rode with him in the ambulance, whilst Roman called a taxi.

Seth flatlined twice in the ambulance. The first time, he was officially dead for two minutes and the second time was only thirty seconds.

He was breathing however, when they arrived at the hospital. Seth was rushed into theater under life threatening conditions. Dean and Roman sat, worried sick in the waiting room not knowing if Seth would make it or not.