My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 50 - GHB drug

Yes, many of you guessed it! And you're right. ❤️❤️ Also, just wanting to say one little warning for those who reads my blabbering author notes. This story is heading towards the end with no way back. And I'll sure make some goodbye chap, I just want you to guys be prepared. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I caught him the moment he started to fall down, his body seemed to be so lifeless. Nobody really cared, minding their own business.

I need to get him from this hellhole.

I picked him up bridal style, carrying him out of the club right to my car. I tried to look for Oliver, so I could beat the living shit out of him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Pulling my phone out, I sat down to my car and started the engine. I immediately drove to the hospital, calling Luke on the way.

"Evan!" He answered the call, and I heard music from background.

"I found him. He's unconscious, but I didn't saw Oliver anywhere. I'm on my way to the hospital now," I informed him.

"I can't believe this. Why did he even contact him? This doesn't make any sense. I'll be there, just let me get to my car," Luke replied, and I nodded.

"We won't go anywhere," I replied, canceling the call.

My eyes moved to the mirror, looking at lying Jonathan for a few seconds. It was making me feel useless, worthless, seeing him like this. It was partly my fault he started to see the other man, and I knew it too well.

I'm so sorry, Jonathan. I promise you to keep you safe, and look at you now.

We arrived to the hospital, where they took Jonathan into their own hands. After ten minutes, Luke walked towards me.

"How's he?" He asked me, and I just shrugged.

"They took him in like ten minutes ago. He was unconscious when I found him," I informed him.

"I'm going to kill that mothefucker, I swear," he mumbled, sitting next to me.

"Why didn't you do it the first moment this happened?" I asked him, rubbing my face in frustration.

"I wanted, truly, but Jonathan was against it. He kept begging me not to, and I won't go against his wishes," he replied.

I don't know if I should be more angry at Luke or at Jonathan for this. I think I'll ask the other one for that.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you sooner, Evan," he apologized, and I lightly smiled at him.

"Doesn't matter now. I just hope we didn't come too late."

The door opened, revealing a doctor in them. He looked from me to Luke, smiling at us.

"He's fine now. We found he had been drugged by a common GHB drug, or if you want Gamma Hydroxybutyrate. One of the negative effects is unconsciousness. He just need to drink water and rest."

I felt relieved, all tension and worries escaped my body. I needed to know he was ok, he wasn't going to die.

"Can we take him home?" Luke asked, and the doctor nodded.

"Sure. Please, just bear in mind we gave him some medicine to ease the toxicity of the drug, so he might seems confused, disoriented and apathetic. Let him sleep for a few hours, it's going to be ok," doctor answered, disappearing behind the door again.

"Evan, I think it's going to be better if you take care of him for these few days. When Jonathan climbed through the window, there was Oliver's car waiting for him, which means Oliver knows where Jonathan lives, and I'm pretty sure he's pissed now," Luke announced me, and I nodded.

"I don't have a single problem with that. If you want, you can stay at my place for the time needed. My house is big enough for it. And I'm certain Jonathan is going to need you when he wakes up," I offered him.

"Thanks," he smiled at me.

The door opened again, Jonathan was being supported by two doctors. We immediately helped them, his eyes glued to the the ground.

"If his phase won't leave until a few days, immediately return back with him here," doctor informed us, and we both nodded.

"Thanks."

We led Jonathan out of the hospital, getting him into the car. He was weirdly quiet, still looking down, his eyes missing all the life. The most important thing for me was that he was breathing, that he was still alive.

"Lead the way then," Luke stated, disappearing in his car.

Jonathan was sitting down, still looking down, his hands on his lap. I was so afraid even breath, just so he wouldn't disappear. We drove in complete silence, and then got him to my house.

Sydney and Kelly were more than helpful that time, and I was grateful they weren't asking any questions, even though I knew they wanted to. We laid Jonathan down into my bed, where he immediately fell asleep.

"There's a guest room for you Luke. Sydney, can you show him?" I asked, and they all started to walk away.

"Luke?" I called after him, walking towards him.

"You said Oliver know where both of you lives now, right? Do you think we can wait up for him there? I really want to beat him up, and I don't care for what cost," I whispered, even though Jonathan was the only one in the room with us.

"We can do that, but if Jonathan says not to, I'm not going to."

"We won't tell him. It's going to be our secret, please. I can't let him hurt Jonathan one more time, he needs to pay. I'm not saying wait for him tomorrow, just soon," I demanded, and seeing him nod was a biggest victory.

"Count me in then. That fucker deserves to feel same pain as he has been doing to Jonathan."

And with those words, he left us alone. I turned myself to the sleeping man.

"I'm really sorry, Jonathan. This is all my fault," I whispered, even though I was sure he didn't hear me.

I kissed his hand, sitting into the chair like the time he had a nightmares and I was telling him the bedtime stories.

"I'll be here. I won't leave you," I mumbled, getting into more comfortable position.

I don't care how long I need to wait for you, I'll be waiting. I love you.