Meant to be Yours|| Boyf Riends

24

A/N: 3 chapters today bc I have no self control

Just as Jeremy was about to be discharged from the hospital, he had to start therapy there, prolonging his stay.

They said he had ptsd, but Jeremy was in denial.

His mental health has gone way downhill as his physical health increased.

He wasn't cleared for weight-bearing yet so he had to walk using the annoying crutches provided to him temporarily.

Michael squeezed Jeremy's hand reassuringly, but he couldn't go into the therapy session with the boy. Michael so badly wanted to be there for Jeremy, he saw how anxious the boy was.

Jeremy gave Michael a weak, totally fake smile, and headed into the therapist's office.

She introduced herself as Mrs. Owens in a sickeningly sweet voice, reminding him of Christine a few weeks ago. Jeremy tried so hard to forget about the Christine thing, but it was difficult when he was on crutches and covered in stitches, although some of which were starting to dissolve. The dissolving stitches kind of freaked Jeremy out at first, but he got used to them.

He didn't say much during the session, not really wanting to speak about the abuse he suffered.

The therapist basically guilt tripped Jeremy into speaking about his dreams, not sparing a single detail.

He didn't think therapists were allowed to do that, but he was way too tired to disagree.

He spilled all of the sickening, gory details to her, hoping to scare her off.

He thought it was a good idea at the time, but then again he hadn't slept a wink in about three days.

The therapist was, in fact, scared off. The details were so vivid that she could picture each and every death he mentioned. Her face drained of all color and her mouth hung ajar throughout the whole thing.

As soon as Jeremy left, she collected herself and went to tell the doctor about the meeting, which was supposed to be confidential.

Jeremy was terrified of sleeping. He used to spend all of his waking hours craving the refreshing sleep at night, but now he was completely against it.

When two doctors walked in his room, they mentioned something about hypnophobia- or the fear of sleep.

Jeremy was so, so tired, but he wasn't about to go through those awful nightmares again. He had become a danger to himself in his sleep, he thrashed around and scratched up his arms, but he couldn't wake up. He had woken up with many strange bruises and his throat felt like it was ripped raw every time he slept from the screaming.

Christine messed Jeremy up so badly.

Jeremy's eyes widened as one of the doctors sterilized his arm, holding a needle in his other hand. Before Jeremy could do anything, he got super drowsy and passed out.

This dream was more graphic than any other one Jeremy had experienced, but thankfully most of the details were foggy. He slept awfully, scared out of his wit.

He knew the dreams would only get worse as his fear of sleep grew.

Knowing this, Jeremy panicked, curling up into a ball on his uncomfortable hospital bed and rocking back and forth.

"I'm a freak! Any normal person would love sleep! Why do the bad things always happen to me?"

His voice began to shake as his panic grew. He had to get out of the hospital... and soon.

-

Michael paced back and forth in his bedroom, his anxiety completely acting up.

A doctor at the hospital Jeremy was staying at just called Michael to inform him about Jeremy's state, and the results weren't pretty.

Michael suggested that he come sleep in the same bed as Jeremy, but the doctor was afraid that Michael would've gotten hurt.

Michael tried everything he could to convince the doctor, but to no avail.

Michael knew that he would prove the doctor wrong, he just had to coax Jeremy to sleep during visiting hours.