New Times (Fanfic Version)

Angsty and suspenseful Gray and Jet Chapter

(I apologize for this chapter...it's just really angsty and I just hurt poor Jet the whole time...the ending is kinda significant tho so I'd read it...just don't be sensitive...cause Jet...o lordy poor Jet...)

//Warning! Self harm and shit! Do we still need warnings??//

Jet and Gray were talking and they had been for a while. Gray even saw Jet do something he never thought he'd see. He saw him smile. Genuinely smile. It made Gray happy to know that he made Jet happy. Even if it was just for a little bit. It was great! They had a plan and everything but...then all of a sudden Jet became a little down and Gray was having a hard time understanding it. He isn't good at comforting, and Jet isn't good at knowing when people are kidding...cause all Gray said was that Jet was confusing as fuck but he said it in a tone that he didn't mean to say it in. He didn't mean to make Jet upset, but they were currently talking through a door. Jet locked himself in the bathroom and Gray was trying to apologize for whatever it was he did. Once again...not good at comforting...

"Jet...please come ou-"
"No..." Jet said, his voice cracking.
"Jet...are you crying? Please say you aren't! I swear I didn't mean to offend you!" Gray said, standing up from his current position, since he was sitting on his knees beside the door. Jet was silent.
"Jet? Listen...I'm truly sorry! When I said you were confusing I mean like...I can never tell what you're thinking or going to do...like you're unpredictable!" Gray said with a smile. More silence. Gray sighed.
"Look...I'm trying everything I know how to do Jet! You aren't making this very easy on me!" Gray said, he took that tone again. The one where it sounds like their mad but they aren't.

Jet was sitting on the toilet seat, his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them as he tried to hold back tears. When he heard this, he was so paranoid he thought bad about it.
"So you really don't care about me huh? Sure does sound like it! I know I'm not just like Tord but that doesn't mean you can just pretend to care when you don't!" Jet yelled, on the edge of breaking. This took Gray by surprise. He was confused now. He didn't know he took a bad tone with Jet! He doesn't know how to deal with this sorta thing...he just wants him to be happy again.
"No! I care about you a lot Jet!" Gray said, putting his hand up on the door. Jet heard this a sarcasm, even though it wasn't.
"Just stop! I want you to tell me everything wrong with me! Tell me every single flaw!" Jet yelled. Now he's just being dramatic...
"Common Jet...just come out so we can go get Tord..." Not the best thing to say.
"It's always going to be about Tord...Tord this Tord that! He's all you care about huh! Well I'll tell you one thing! He's still holding the grudge of you fucking kidnapping him and everything...but..." Jet was now in heavy tears. He stood up and yanked open a drawer. He started digging through the contents of it.
"Jet...Jet what are you doing?! JET!" Gray yelled, thinking the worst. He wiggled the door knob trying to get in.

Jet stopped and pulled out a small red box. Inside the box contained a series of different razors, some still stained with a bit of blood.
"JET!" Gray was now almost in tears. He's pretty sure he had an idea on what Jet was doing, and he was right.
Jet took a deep breath and picked up one of the razors, turning it facing horizontal(ly?)
"Jet I know what you're about to do...listen to me! If you do I will never forgive myself okay! Please don't y-you deserve to have a g-good life a-and if I can't give you that I-I'm sorry I..." Gray slid down the door sobbing. Jet had already cut down and a couple across while Gray said this. More tears struck the corners of his eyes and he dropped the razor, whimpering and holding his wrist. He ran to unlock to door, feeling extremely guilty for cutting, he just couldn't really control it. He opened the door and started sobbing uncontrollably.
"I-I'm sorry..." Jet said as he started to get dizzy. Gray stood up as soon as the door opened. He slid Jet's sleeve up and looked over the cuts. They were bad. One thing puzzled him though. His blood had a black swirl mixed in with it.
Jet suddenly fell onto Gray and started to breathe heavily.
"G-Gray I can't...feel my l-legs..." Jet said, starting to pass out. Gray was shaking at this point, not knowing what to do. He picked Jet up bridal style, not saying a word. He rushed to the infirmary, searching for Paul and that weird boyfriend of his.
"PAUL!" Gray yelled, starting to cry again, but he shook it off putting on a emotionless face. Finally Paul came running up to him.
"Holy shit! What happened??" Paul asked, Pat running up behind him.
"Listen to me! Tord has been turned into the child as you know, this is pretty much him, so if he dies a part of Tord dies! So fucking fix him!" Gray yelled, letting a tear fall. Pat walked over and took Jet from Gray walking to another room. Paul followed, pulling Gray with him. He sat Gray down and talked to Pat for a while before nodding and walking back towards Gray.

"We have to wait out here for a while...I'm here to keep ya company..." Paul said, sitting next to Gray. All Gray did was look down.
"I could have done something...I could have gotten one of the many guns and shot that lock off! I was just too stupid to think of anything!" Gray said, pulling his knees up to his chest. Paul looked at him sympathetically.
"Listen...I know it's hard...but...Pat is the best damn doctor I know! He found out what was wrong with Tord from such little information, I don't believe he's human!" Paul said, putting his hand on Gray's shoulder and giving him a reassuring look. Gray smiled slightly, then looked back down. It was silent for a while, with little chit-chat in between. Pat finally came out the room, blood and the black stuff all over him.
"Well...turns out he's got that damned oil in his bloodstream...that solves the Tord throwing up oil mystery...it was in his fucking blood! I'm stupid for not checking..." Pat said while sighing and looking down.
"Is he ok!? Is he awake!?" Gray yelled, standing up and walking up to Pat.
"Yes...and I'm going to need you to be in here for a while so I can put this medicine in him...he's apparently terrified of needles...and..." Gray got what Pat was saying and slowly walked in. Jet was looking down, shaking looking scared out of his mind. He looked up and saw Gray and he looked relieved.
"Gray! He wants to put four fucking needles in me! You...y-you can't let him! Please don't make me...the only reason Tord is ok with needles is because he mans up but...b-b-but I can't do that without Tord! I-I-" Jet was cut off by Gray putting a finger up to his mouth to shut him up.
"Jet...it's either this or you'll probably die...if you need to you can hold my hand or something but...you have to do it anyway..." Gray said seriously which made Jet turn pale. He started breathing heavily as Pat walked in with four needles setting them all on a counter and fixing them up.
"Hey hey Jet...look at me..." Gray said, turning Jet's head to where he was looking Gray in the eyes.
"It's going to be okay alright...just don't think about it..." Gray said while smiling. Jet started to get tears in his eyes again as he looked back over at Pat who was now walking over.
"No look at me..." Gray said, grabbing Jets hand and turning Jet to where they were looking at each other again.
"It's going to be just fine...it doesn't hurt for long...it's like a bee sting but it does you good!" Gray said with another smile. Pat then started lifting Jet's sleeve up and rubbing that alcohol on his arm which made Jet start to freak out and start looking at Pat again.
"No don't you dare look away from me!" Gray said as Jet turned back to face Gray, a tear running down his face.
"I-It's gonna-I-I can't with n-needles Gray I-"
"Stop and don't think about it..." Gray looked over at Pat who had a syringe in hand, looking at Gray for approval. Gray nodded as went back to looking at Jet. Jet started freaking out as he saw Gray nod.
"N-NO DON-" Jet couldn't even finish before Pat pushed the syringe into Jet's arm. Jet whimpered and went wide eyed while clutching onto Gray's hand tighter.
"Shh it's alright see? It wasn't that bad right?" Gray said, smiling once more. Je then buried his head into Grays jacket and held on for dear life.
"JUST DO THE LAST THREE DAMMIT! GET IT OVER WITH PLEASE! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" Jet yelled, tears streaming down his face. Pat then took each syringe and went faster putting each of them in, Jet whimpering each time.

Pat pulled Jet's sleeve back down and smiled.
"That's it! All done! Now do you want a lollipop little boy?" Pat asked sarcastically as Jet shot him a death glare.
"Thanks Gray..." Jet said taking a deep breath and holding his arm. Gray looked up in confusion.
"Thank you?"
"Yeah...you...calmed me down...when getting those shots or whatever...so maybe you aren't as bad at comforting as you think..." Jet said smiling. This made Gray smile. Maybe he was good at comforting. He was just thinking little of himself. It was all in his head.