(DISCONTINUED) The colors are amazing|A Kingbury Soulmate AU fanfic

The silence of a home

(TRIGGER WARNING: SELF-HARM)

Maria's POV

   I watched in awe as George rammed himself into Sam's door a few times. He was like some fucking bull or something. He cupped a hand over his mouth before uttering something. After a second of staring into the room he ran in. I was utterly horrified at the sight in Sam's room.

His mother let out a shriek as she looked in and Samuel's father was already talking to the police on his phone. I stepped inside to George sobbing and shaking Sam's almost lifeless body violently. "Sam... what the fuck?! What the fuck?!" I shrieked out to them from across the room. "I'm so sorry for everything, and everyone, and just the shit you have to go through.... Sam why?" George's almost inaudible mutter made out through the sirens that soon filled the air.

   Soon enough, me and George were in the waiting room of a local hospital. Samuel's parents came out after a few hours in the room Sam was put in. The came in arguing and Sam's mom stopped in front of me and George. George continued counting quietly to the tap of his foot, Not even noticing Abigail. She was obviously shaken as she said, "Samuel is in room 218 on the second floor..." her husband cleared his throat loudly as he watched us.  She turned and nodded at him quickly before speaking again, "and George, please don't hurt Samuel, he's our son and I hope that you can understand." She turned and left with her husband.

   I grabbed George's arm and basically dragged him to the room. The sight inside wasn't the prettiest but it was Sam, and Sam isn't dead, so that's the pretty part. I looked over at the nurse beside Sam's bed and she looked up before saying, "he's in a coma currently, it'll take a few days and maybe a week or so to come out of it.  After he's awake, he'll be able to go home after a few days." She smiled sincerely at us before leaving and shutting the door gently.

   His arms were stitched where he cut far too deep, an IV was stuck in the crook of his right arm as he laid unconscious. George kept his head down as he tapped his foot in almost a pattern. I tapped his arm and gestured to Sam. He looked up and his already messed up breathing became worse. "Stop staring and see your boyfriend damnit! He may be in a coma but he still need you, asshole." I slightly yelled to him through almost shed tears. George didn't say anything back and just walked up to him as I started crying.

I hope this was okay. This was a terrible way to start the fan fiction off again, but this is what you get. I slightly hope this was sad (that sounds terrible) to anyone? I'm practicing how emotional I can get people with my writing. That also sounds terrible. Since I'm rambling, I'll go now. Bye.