Poison ✔️

Seven {Final}

Not edited, I typed most of this on mu phone so there will be mistakes. Thank you all for sticking with Zach and Jakes story I know it's short but I feel like this is a good spot to end it until the sequel. Also you all still have the choice of which story you want me to write next.

Remedy - Jake and Zach

Toxin - Noah and _____

Antidote - Ethan and Oliver

I'll start writing one of these in a weeks time.

Seven

It’s been a little over a week and things have been alright. He’s been begging me to let him use the crutches, which I always denied. His hand function was disastrous, plus a few of his fingers were indeed broken. So I’d stuck to carrying him around, I didn’t mind it at all I found it adorable the way he become so flustered.

Zach has been ever so slowly opening up to me more and more since the rescue. It was like the confession was what he needed to trust me more, I loved how he now would talk to me and stay around me more. Although, I knew it was also because he was scared to be alone for more than twenty minutes, I have told him countless times that Tristan has been locked away and that he won’t be getting out for a long long time once his court case is finally closed. I knew that I should have gotten him to go to therapy sessions like the doctor had recommended before he was out of the hospital but I honestly didn’t want to stress him out by having him to open up to some stranger. I knew that it would probably help but right now was not the time. Even if his night terrors were so much worse than before; he’s gotten up every night and threw up, he has peed himself multiple times and he generally seems terrified to fall asleep. What makes it worse is he refuses to tell me he’s not okay, and I feel so useless right now it hurts. Did I mention how he now actually refuses food?  

On the bright side, his wounds and broken limbs have been healing nicely. They were able to save his hands and most of his wounds have healed with minimal scarring save for a select few. I’m relieved that his physical state doesn’t seem to be that damaging. I’ve been bringing him to the doctors every four days on the doctor's request considering how critical his condition was when we had first brang him in.

I let out a long sigh before walking upstairs with Zach's meds plus extra bandages for his wrists and back. Once up there I was glad to see him sound asleep still, in my room of course. These past few weeks he’s been actually requesting to sleep with me in my bed which I can’t say is a bad thing. I love having him close. I swiftly walk over kneeling down next to him before shaking him slightly. I always hate waking him up...

“Zach, baby… Time to take your meds,” I say softly, watching in amusement as he lets out a groan rolling over to the best of his ability with his casted leg. I continue coaxing him out of sleep for a while longer trying to keep my laughter to myself with every little groan or whimper he’d let pass those cute little lips.