A Struggle With Love

It's ok.

"Woah woah man, calm down, don't worry haha, I've not been entirely honest with you either."
"What?" Russell was still shaking.
"I'm bi, at least I think I am."
"You think?"
"Yeah well I know I like guys and girls but I dunno." Jon was muddling up his sentences. This was harder than he thought.
"Wait, Russell are you sure you're not tipsy because, you don't strike me as gay. Not that you can't be, just all the jokes about it."
"No I'm not tipsy thank you very much."

Jon smiled and helped Russell up. One of the neighbours picked them up from the hospital.

Russell still felt sad, really sad but Jon remembered the tablets and dissolved one in Russell's water.

"Drink this." He said.
"What is it?" Russell said, reluctant to drink it.
"It's water, idiot."
"Yeah but what's in it, idiot?" Russell laughed.
"Your tablet." Claimed Jon.
Russell chugged all the water down in one go and spilled a lot on his chest, so he took his shirt off. He was covered in bruises and cuts from his suicidal attempt. Jon's face whitened in horror.
"D-does it hurt?" He asked nervously.
"Yeah quite a lot."
"I would give you a hug but it'd hurt you."
"I could bare all the pain in the world if it was for you, Jon." Russell blushed.
Jon hugged him loosely but gently as Russell cradled him in his arms. This was like no hug they'd ever had, not that they usually did hug.

Suddenly Russell fell back onto the sofa pulling Jon down with him. Jon stared into his eyes and then glanced down embarrassed. Then he laughed, well it was more of a shy giggle but nevertheless he was loving it.

They both lay there for hours, talking and cuddling like there was no tomorrow.

They fell asleep at 4 in the morning, in each other's arms.

(Sorry this chapter was so short and poorly written, it was late when I wrote it).