Troye's pov
"P-please be okay." He sobs into my shoulder, holding me in his lap.
I groan and peek my eyes open, spotting myself right in the middle of a hospital room. And everything hits me at once, the pain in my tummy, the dizziness in my head, and the tingling in my toes and fingertips.
"Troye? Oh my god, he's awake!" Jacob exclaims, making me groan again at the loud noise.
I mumble out some incoherent nonsense and rest my head on his chest.
"Let him sleep, he just put his body through hell."
...
Waking up again was kind of a blur, hearing the mumbles of others all around me. I flutter my eyes open and look up to see broken eyes of my dad and boyfriend.
"Hey, honey." Dad murmurs, walking up to the bed.
I crack a small smile, "Hey."
Jacob follows behind him and walks over to the other side.
"You're awake."
"You scared us."
I nod, looking down at my arm with a needle stuck in my skin attached to a drip. My other hand occupies a pulse oximeter and blood pressure cuff. They even got me in a gown.
"I-I'm sorry." My voice rasps, making me break out in a cough shortly after.
Jacob hands me a small styrofoam cup, "Here, drink."
I take the cup and bring it to my lips, sipping at the water.
"Thank you," I whisper, feeling my cheeks go hot from the pairs of eyes watching my every movement.
"Tok," Dad starts.
"I'm sorry." I mumble.
"Why did you do it?" He asks, taking the cup and setting it on the counter.
"I don't know."
Dad sighs, "If you don't tell me I can't convince them to let you go yet. They'll put you on sui- they'll put you on watch Troye."
Jacob grabs my hand and rubs my palm with his thumb, "Please, Troye."
"I'm sorry."
"I am too honey, you're being baker acted."
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Jacob's pov
Running back to the flat while Shaun tries to get an explanation out of Troye, I pace to the kitchen where the boy left his mobile. Surely he still has their numbers in his history. With a few buttons and ringing, the line picks up.
"Troye?" ... "Hello?" The boy questions.
"Hello, it's Jacob, Troye's boyfriend. Who is speaking?" I ask, not familiar with the boy on the other line.
"Oh, Jacob! Hi, it's Ben, Troye's friend. Why are you calling?" He asks in a cheery tone.
"Ben J Pierce?"
"Mhm." He hums.
"Troye has spoken highly of you. Uh- I'm trying to get a hold Tyler, Tyler Oakley." I speak awkwardly, pacing in circles around the living room.
"Um, you sure you want to talk to him?... Last time you two were together you were beating him senseless... I don't want to another fight to start." Ben mutters back in an uncertain tone.
I clear my throat, "Yeah, I need to talk to him. Can you send me his number?"
"Yeah, no worries. Do you mind me asking why though? Is everything okay?" He questions in a small voice.
"His little comments landed Troye in hospital. I need him to see what he did to his supposed best friend." I sigh, thinking about how I should be back in that emergency room with my boyfriend instead of hurting his friends.
Ben chokes up a bit, "Oh my god, is he alright? Can I come see him?"
"He's took half a bottle of pills, he's not alright. Maybe you can come later, I don't want to overwhelm him with visitors."
"A-alright, thank you Jacob. Call me if anything happens."
I reply an alright and hang up, waiting for his message. When he sends it moments later, I copy and paste it in Troye's phone and press call.
"Troye?"
"St George's Hospital, room seventeen. Come see what you've done."
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