Two Player Game

~Chapter Thirty-Three~

Jeremy's out for a while. A really good amount of time flies by. Actually more like a bad amount. He doesn't seem to be waking up. Michael's freaking out about it. The doctor said this happens sometimes but he can't help but think the worst. He's barely left Jeremy's side. Days go by. Still nothing. Michael has had to be forcibly removed from the room to go eat a few times, stretch a little. He's gone home and gotten a lot of stuff to make sure he doesn't have to leave again. He's currently sitting by his side, mumbling something while opening his anxiety meds. He hesitates before giving up on the bottle and putting it down he lays his head against the bed and gently takes Jeremy's hand. Jeremy's hand is limp in Michael's. Is this normal?? For him to be asleep for this long??

Michael whispers, "Give me a sign. Give me a reason not to down your meds. Yours, not mine. I brought them for when you wake up again, but if you don't..." his body doesn't move. His eyes doesn't open. But just a si gel tear falls from his face. It's like he can hear him, just that he can't move.

"Give me a reason to stay. Somebody, please, for the love of GOD give me a reason to stay." his grip tightens on the limp hand. "I can't even start packing for Princeton. I have to wait for you." Jeremy's trying his hardest. He just can't wake up. He's trying to hard. But he just ends up laying still, a bunch of tears falling from his face. Michael eventually just lets go of his hand, hands going into his own hair, pulling.

"I'm gonna go insane without you like this. You - I love you too much." I LOVE YOU TOO. MICHAEL IM TRYING SO HARD. Jared was right. He IS stubborn.

"Fuckin- I can't take it though. You aren't - I mean, obviously you're still alive, but you're not -" he looks over at the bottle on the table next to him.

"....." he picks it up. "I gotta take my meds. Yours are in my bag. Don't worry about me, baby.". Jeremy can't watch him. He can only listen. "It'll be fine, I just gotta chill out." he COULD overdose on his own, but he has decided against it, as Jeremy's would work faster. He clearly only takes his normal dosage of his own. It's taking all the strength in the world to get Jeremy to move himself. Failing at each attempt. He pauses, looking at his bag.

".... I can't. I shouldn't."

He sighs. "Maybe I should call Evan again... I don't wanna bother him. I think he starts classes today." he sniffs. "I don't really want to bother anybody." he eventually does dig up the other bottle, just starting at it. Intensely. He wipes his eyes. He probably had typed up and sent an entire apology to Jared by now. His very own goodbye note.

"W-Well. Here goes." he unscrews the cap and prepares to just tip the contents into his mouth. Jeremy sits up quickly and smacks it out of his hand, yelling

"I REFUSE" Michael stares at him like a deer in headlights. He looks at himself and just starts to cry so much. So many tears. Michael is frozen. He cannot make himself move. He whispers,

"I can't believe I almost did that." Jeremy is shaking and crying so much. He just looks down at his lap.

"We're supposed to live our lives together..."

"Oh my God, you're right. You're right, you're - I gotta call Jared, he's probably - I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have -"

"Michael." He stops him. "Go get a doctor."

"Get a-? Shit!" he gets up, sprints for the door and calls for a doctor. When he gets one, they have to take him back into surgery to fix the broken stitches. Michael has to sit in the waiting room again. He has to call Jared.