" Don't Go." Kellic Fan-Fiction " Completed."

Chapter 8 " It Never Ends."

" What do you mean he pulled his own plug?!" I ask.

" I guess he really did want to be with Tony.." Vic sighs.

I pick up Vic's hand as he hisses in pain.

" Shit we have to go to the hospital like now." I say quickly.

" I can't go back there!" He replies.

" Then we will go to a different one.. your bones are sticking out of your hand!" I sound like an overprotective parent.

He mumbles an okay as we call an uber cause' I can't drive.

* Hospital*

I wait in the waiting room until I'm allowed in. It felt like hours, but it's actually a few minutes.
I enter his room to see a sexican with a bandaged hand laying on the bed.

" Can I sign your cast?" I smirk.

He shakes his head smirking. " Sure."

I look around the room and find a pen, I scribble my name on his cast as it smudges a bit.

" You could of at-least tried." He says sarcastically.

I just shrug sitting in the chair next to the bed.

" I know your family is mostly Mexican but do we need tacos every night?" I ask.

He shrugs. " Sometimes we have burritos."

" Right." I laugh a bit looking around the hospital room.

" When am I allowed out?" He asks.

I shrug. " Probably an hour."

An hour later.

The Fuentes family have been crying up a Niagara falls so I decide to just stay in my room with headphones on, I didn't know Mike that well, and I'm used to everything coming and going.

When Vic cries alone though I decide to come comfort him, Like now.

I knock on Vic's door and slowly make my way in.

" Hey." I say quietly to the crying Mexican on the floor

" I.." He sighs.

" You what?" I sit down in front of him.

" Want to end it all." He finishes his sentence looking up at me.

" You can't really do that, when I took everything out of your room." I sigh.

Vic has become even more suicidal since the passing of Mike, I had to hide his razors, and pills, and anything he could possibly use.

" Please.. I'm begging you." He whines.

I sigh nibbling on my lip.

" You cut, but you won't even allow me to touch a kitchen knife to cut food?" He points out.

I roll my eyes. " I'm not the one trying to kill myself."

He laughs in annoyance. " You tried many times."

" Doesn't mean you can follow my actions." I say.

" If i'm not allowed to hurt myself, you shouldn't either.." He pauses. " Can you throw all your stuff out, for me?"

I shake my head quickly. " That stuff in the cabinet is my habit, it relieves me."

" Cutting relieves me." He says standing up. " I'll just buy my own."

I stand up grabbing his arm. " Please don't."

He pushes me off making me fall. " I'll do whatever the hell I want."

I hit my head hard on his desk, everything fading to black.