a/n: big ole trigger warning, only read if you feel safe and comfortable to. ily all so much and would hate for something to happen to you.
Jacob's pov
"Jacob, why are you on the floor boy?" Shaun asks upon entering the flat.
He came home fairly early.
"Troye locked me out." I mutter, looking down at the floor.
"The couch is right there." He points to the couch.
"I think something is wrong with him. He looked sick and threw up in the toilet half an hour ago." I sit up on the floor and try to open the door to the room again, only to reveal it still being locked.
Shaun seems to freeze a bit, "Go look for his meds."
I furrow my brows as he steps over to the door and knocks.
"Troye, honey, you okay in there?"
"Jacob, now." He orders, gesturing down the hall.
I nod and get up, shaking off my drunken drowsiness and pacing to the kitchen. I wasn't aware the boy even had his medications yet. Looking through cabinets, drawers, and even lifting couch cushions while Shaun knocks on Troye's door, I can't find these damn pills. Passing the rubbish bin, I see a flash of orange.
"No," I utter as I pull out the bottles to see one half empty.
"Shaun, get that door open now!" I yell and run back to him, showing him the bottle.
His eyes widen and he panicks through the shock, banging on the door until he manages to kick it open.
"Phone an ambulance, now."
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a/n: i'll update again asap 💕
