bipolaroid ☹ andtrick

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Patrick had trouble sleeping that night. Maybe it was because he was in a new place, or maybe it was because Andy was in the other bed without a shirt on, looking hot as hell.

Whatever the reason, he really hoped it wasn't the latter.

He didn't get any rest whatsoever and drank the disgusting watered down coffee from the lunch room. He had dark circles under his eyes; worse than when he was a teenager. He sighed and sat alone.

Andy decided to sit beside him.

"How'd you sleep?" the older man asked, as if it wasn't obvious that Patrick looked like he could pass out at any second.

"Okay, I guess," the blonde lied. He shrugged, poking at his food with his fork.

He just wished he could go home.

Andy pushed away his tray. "How'd you end up here?"

The shorter man swallowed, his eyes focused on the dirty table. "Uh... I tried to overdose."

For some reason, the other man cracked a smile. Patrick furrowed his eyebrows. "Why are you smiling?"

"No reason, I just knew it. You're to innocent to have hurt anyone, doll."

Doll.

"What'd you do?" Patrick asked, clearly agitated.

"Uh, I tried to kill my girlfriend."

It went silent. The blonde cleared his throat after a moment.

"W-why?"

"Well... I have severe bipolar. I snapped at her and I... I had my hands around her neck, and then I blacked out."

He looked uneasy. He probably was.

Patrick reached over and patted Andy's hand. "It isn't your fault. Just remember that."

He then got up, dumping out his food and discarding his tray.

It's not your fault...