[COMPLETED | RE-WRITE OF ORIGINAL !!!]
aka the one in which Tyler's failed suicide attempt lands him in rehab where he meets Josh; an unreadable boy who changes his hair colour everyday, and maybe, just maybe, he's exactly what Tyler needs.
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Tyler's eyes fluttered open as the world snapped into focus around him. Bright white tile stared back at him as he looked straight ahead, a dull hum of equipment and a steady beep of a heart monitor grew louder as his hearing adjusted. He groaned, recognising that he was in a hospital, the motion causing him to jolt at the dull ache in his lower body. He winced shifting uncomfortably which only caused fire to course through his veins.
He groaned again, frustrated as the memory of what happened came back to him. He had just been about to find out why Josh had left him, he was about to get his safety back and now, he'd probably thrown it all away. He hated himself.
He heard the door to the room open and quickly shut his eyes desperate to avoid any confrontation.
"There's no telling when he will wake up, we expect it to be by the end of the day." An unfamiliar male voice spoke.
"I just don't understand why he..." His mother's sad voice trailed off.
A third voice spoke that he wasn't expecting. "It seems to me that he must have lifted a pen from one of our staff without us realising, which he then broke up and used to" Their voice faltered. "Hurt himself rather badly."
"The wound was infected and his blood loss was rather high, you're lucky you got him to us when you did, it could have been much worse." The doctor finished.
Tyler would have berated himself for being so careless but his head was pounding too much for him to focus.
"I'll give you some time with him." The doctor spoke after a silence. Tyler felt warm hands encase his own and knew his mother was at his side now, he heard the door close knowing that the doctor had left.
"You said he was better, he was-" the words caught in his mother's throat and he knew she was crying. A pang of guilt shot through his chest. "He was supposed to be coming home in a few months."
"I don't know what to tell you Mrs. Joseph." Dr. Kemp said cautiously.
"You can tell me how you failed your job." Mrs. Joseph snapped. If Tyler had been 'awake' he would have winced at that, his mother's words were as harsh as a slap to the face.
"Perhaps," Dr. Kemp continued ignoring the insult. "Tyler might benefit from being sent to a more intensive facility, somewhere that can really give him around the clock attention." There was a shuffling Tyler couldn't distinguish before Dr. Kemp cleared her throat. "I'll give you some time with him to discuss it and think it all over." He heard her leave the room before his mother sighed loudly.
Tyler debated opening his eyes for a second, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to face his mother. Just then, there was a light knock on the door as someone else entered.
