BMC/DEH One Shots (Requests Are Closed) Discontinued

Tree Bros- Why?

Tw: Suicide attempt.

I was planning to leave five minutes earlier, like I usually do, to Connor’s house, but I lost track of time and was now ten minutes late. I panic and run at least halfway there before I run out breath and have to walk the rest of the way. I knock on the Murphy's door and Cynthia answers.

“Uh, hi. Is Connor here?”

“Oh, yeah. He should be up in his room. Come in.” She moves out of the doorway.

I step in and head up to Connor’s room. The door is closed so I knock. I wait a few seconds, but I don't get an answer. I knock again. “Connor? I-it's Evan.” I start to worry. I look down the hall and notice the bathroom door is closed. Okay. I think to myself. He's just using the bathroom. He should be out soon. I wait for about another minute. I walk over the bathroom and knock on the door. “Connor? You in there?” I get no response. None. Why is the door closed then? I open and what lies inside horrifies me. There. In the tub lays Connor, bleeding out from his wrists. The water red. I gasp and fall back. “Connor..?” I whisper softly. I sit in shock for a few seconds before screaming. “Cynthia!! Larry!!”

Cynthia comes rushing up. “Evan what's wrong?”

“It's. It's Connor…” I don't look at her.

Cynthia turns her head and gasps.

I start hyperventilating.

Larry comes up the stairs.

“Larry, call 911 now!” Cynthia instructs.

“Why? Is everything okay?”

“Just do it! Tell them we need an ambulance!”

Larry runs back down the stairs.

Zoey walks out into the hallway. “What’s going on?!”

“Zoey. I need you to help Evan okay?”

Zoey nods and helps me up. “It's okay Ev-”

“No! No it's not! Connor’s… Connor tried to…”

Zoey pulls me into a hug. “Shhh.”

I start to sob.

Larry comes back up the stairs. “Okay, they're on their way.”

“Okay. I need you to help me get Connor down stairs.”

“Connor?” Larry walks into the bathroom. “Oh my god. Okay, I'll take him down stairs, you get towles.”

Cynthia ran to get towels and Larry got Connor and carried him down stairs. I chased Larry, Cynthia behind me. Larry sets Connor on the couch. I sit I front of Connor and sob. Cynthia works around me, wrapping Connor’s arms in towels. I grip the cushions of the the couch. Cynthia places a hand on my back. An ambulance arrives outside and paramedics rush inside. They take Connor away, Cynthia and I get into the ambulance with them. I stare at Connors face the whole way there.

In the waiting room, Cynthia sobs. Mom walks in and comforts her friend while I sit, vacant faced and staring at the floor, with a dried tears on my cheeks. A doctor walks into the room. Everyone looks up.

“Mrs. Murphy?”

Cynthia stands up and wipes her face. “Yes?”

“He’s stable. We managed to sew up his arms. He'll be fine.”

“Can I see him?” She says with hope full eyes.

“Of course.” He leads us to his room

Connor lays unconscious and deathly pale. I sit beside him and grab his hand. I quickly let go at how cold his hand is. Connor’s hands are cold, but not his cold, not like an ice cube.

I look at Cynthia and mom. “He’s so cold.”

“Oh sweety.” Mom wraps her arms around me. “I'm so sorry.”

I start to sob into my mom's shoulder.

I walk into the room and put my bag down on a seat. I had finally mustered up the courage to come back and see Connor in the hospital. Connor’s still unconscious. I take Connor’s hand and it's much warmer than it was a few days ago. I sit beside him and talk to him. “Hey, Connor. Um, I know you can't hear me, but I love you. I love you so much and I really want to wake up? I want you to be happy. If I didn't make you happy, you have just said so. You didn't have to do this.”

Cynthia walks in. “Evan. I assure you, he loves you very much.”

I look at her. “Then, why? Why did he do this?”

“Only he knows the answer to that question.”

I look at the floor.

“Connor?” Cynthia says.

I look up and Connor opens his eyes. The first thing that fills me isn't happiness, but anger. I stand up.

Connor looks at me. “Evan..?”

“What the actual fuck, Connor?! Why the fuck would do this?!” My voice breaks, and my eyes fill with tears. “You fucking asshole! You scared me half to death, you big dummy!” I fall into his lap and start sobbing.

“Evan.” Connor speaks, his voice scratchy. “I'm sorry.” He pulls me onto him and allows me to sob into his chest.

I walk in and Connor’s packing up to go home after a few days in the hospital. I walk up to him and hug him. “I love you.”

He hugs me back. “I love you too.”

We walk out and Cynthia meets us in the lobby. We all walk to the car.

Connor and I walk into his room. He picks me up and lays on his bed. He gets on top of me and kisses me. I let my eyes flicker shut and kiss him back. He put his hands under my shirt and rubs my bare sides. I let out a small moan as he starts to kiss my neck.