So here is the next chapter, I don't want to ruin it by trying to hint at what will happen so I'll just take this space to thank everyone who has taken time out of their day to read this. So thank you and enjoy!!
"...And after I got out of the hospital I've convinced Mari to give me morphine so I could still see them." Ian finished in tears. He buried his face farther into David's shoulder. He knew he was ruining David's shirt by coating it in his tears, but once the emotional dam he created was cracked the water just kept coming and Ian knew there was no way he could stop it.
David was surprised and amazed at what Ian had gone through. He knew Ian was broken, but David refused to think he couldn't fix him. He pulled Ian in tighter and stroked his arm soothingly as he kissed the top of his head.
They stayed in this position for an hour after Ian eventually ran out of tears. Their bodies seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces, with anyone else this would have grown awkward, but David and Ian didn't feel anything but longing for one another.
As nice as it was, David broke the embrace to scoot back on Ian's bed to lean against the wall. Ian soon followed him, not wanting to stray too far from David's side. "Now can I tell you something?" David asked. Ian nodded as David rested his head on Ian's shoulder. "Two years ago my uncle started getting really bad back pain because of his job. So he had to go in for surgery and they put a metal rod in; after he got out of the hospital he was still in a lot of pain so they put him on Oxycodone." David explained as Ian realized why he knew so much about the medication, "And he started to become addicted to it, you could just tell by the look in his eyes if he wasn't able to take a pill at the normal time. It was like he turned into a different person. He would yell and hit my little brother and me when whenever we told him to stop taking them. Then he started getting the symptoms the bottle lists; his lips turned a blue-ish color, he fainted randomly, got confused for no reason, and then the month he died he started to have seizures."
David took Ian's hand as he spoke and squeezed it lightly, "The seizures were upsetting him so he started to take larger doses until he finally took the lethal 80 mg and died on the couch..." David trailed off as he looked up at Ian, who was looking into the distance with a frightened expression. Is this where he was heading? Before he met David the idea of dying was nothing more than a welcomed thought, but now Ian felt like he had a reason to live. As much as he missed Anthony and Matt he didn't want to die for them anymore. He started to think about his family; then Joshua and Mari. All the reasons Ian hadn't thought about before were suddenly so clear to him. How could he have ever thought suicide would help him? "He was my favorite uncle; then after he died I didn't know what to do. One of my friends told me that when they were depressed they used to cut themselves." David said, straightening his left arm to reveal a few small pink scars near his elbow. "I realized pretty fast that was a stupid idea; and not what my uncle, before the morphine changed him, would have wanted."
Ian reached out with his free hand to grab David's left arm. He looked at the cuts for a minute before he started carefully tracing them with his fingers. "So please," David said as he watched Ian's nimble fingers on his arm, "please dump that bottle." Ian was still skeptical, not wanting to just leave Anthony and Matt without saying a proper goodbye first at least; then he remembered his other two bottles. David hadn't found those, "For me, flush them for me." David said; praying Ian would listen to him. That request, doing it for David, almost made Ian grab his other two bottles too. Instead Ian nodded as he ran his hand through David's short hair. They got up and walked to the bathroom. Ian opened the bottle silently and poured them into the toilet; he looked at them, trying to decide if this was the right thing to do. He could hear Anthony begging him to come back and visit say that he missed him. I'll see you tonight, Ian though as he flushed the toilet, don't worry Anthony, I haven't forgotten about you.
David let a small smile of relief show on his face thinking that he wouldn't have to worry anymore about Ian and Oxycodone. Ian still hadn't moved so David took small steps toward him. As he shut the toilet's lid to hide the pills as they washed away he put a hand on Ian's lower back before pulling him into a close, proud embrace. Ian gladly accepted the physical contact as he looked into David's eyes. They could both feel it coming, the tension growing the longer they stared into each other's eyes. Neither one could look away, Ian's crisp blue eyes, as always, were hypnotizing and David's brown eyes, while not nearly as unbelievably beautiful as Ian's were full of so much kindness and depth you could easily get lost in them. They slowly leaned in for the kiss when they heard the door swing open and forced them apart. "Ian, I just got a call from your school!"His mother announced angrily as she walked in and dumped her purse on the hook by the front door.
