Take The Monsters Away (boyxboy)

2nd Reason

James

It's been 3 weeks since Thomas actually got out of bed, and I have work today, shit. I'm taking him with me, he can meet a psychiatrist. Grabbing my phone, I talk to Tyler, fitting Thomas into his schedule. Which works quite nicely, with work, as I go to get Thomas. "Hey Thomas, you're coming to work with me." I explain softly, hoping not to scare him off. I see a mop of dirty blonde hair stuck out from underneath the sheets, as he lifts his head up.

"Get dressed, take a shower, eat breakfast, then come with me." I sigh, grabbing him a pair of light blue jeans, with a white button up, I really do like the outfit on him. "I just took a shower yesterday." He groans, rolling back into bed, leaving me in a place of silence. "Alright fine, you can eat breakfast, get dressed, then we can go, Alright." I smile, passing him a new pair of jeans and boxers. He looks at me in disbelief, but I continue my offer.

"I've let you lay in bed, but with some conditions, Thomas, you're coming to work with me today." Thomas's face goes somber, as that's the first time I've actually taken this tone with him. "Get out of bed ," I start to cry, remembering my mom, "Get out of bed Thomas." I pull the sheets off of him, as he just rolls over more.

*flash back*

She hasn't gotten out of bed in weeks, she stopped taking her meds. Walking carefully to her room, I try to get her up, "Mom today I graduate 3rd grade parents are supposed to be there." I shake her gently, as she just rolls over and groans, "Please just leave me alone." She sighs, making my heart break into pieces. "Get out of bed," I start to cry, "Get out of bed mom!" I yell taking the sheets off of her, as she just rolls over and groans. She's miserable.

* flashback over*

He slowly gets dressed, but he gets dressed, although he takes forever to get out of bed. He's lost weight, lots of it, and I'm scared, this isn't good. "Thomas come on." I mumble, awkwardly helping him into the elevator. "Please just leave me home." He cries, and for a second I almost do, but I can't. He needs help, and I can't give it to him with my feelings in the way. "Thomas I'm sorry, but I can't."

He starts to cry, even as I'm driving to work, although they stop once we reach the building. Suddenly, I might add. "Come on." I drag him out of the car, and into the building, as I see Tyler standing awkwardly in a corner. I nod, as he walks over to Thomas. "Thomas, I'm Tyler, I'll be seeing you today." He explains, and it's then Thomas makes the connection, and he glares at me. His eyes looking betrayed. "James you lied to me?" He cries out, leaving me to realize that I kinda did a bad thing. "I'll go with you?" I suggest haphazardly, trying to release the obvious tension in the room. He takes my hand, the contrast between them is hilarious, his obviously belongs to a very lean figure, while mine has some meat on it, considering working out 4 times a week has to help. Tyler smirks at our hands, as I shoot him a warning glare, the smirk drops quick.

I look at my pager that's going off...shit..that means I can't go with him. "Thomas, I'm being paged I can't go I'm sorry, but it'll be okay, I swear, tell Tyler to text me if you need me." I explain hastily, trying to avoid Thomas's eyes of hurt, as I run to the hospital wing of this place. As I'm called to a room, well my boss's room, and he looks at me with concerned eyes.

"James you look like you've barely slept in days," He sighs, and he's right, I haven't gotten any sleep throughout Thomas's depressive state, "please go home for the weekend and just sleep. I've cleared you, please go home, it's a paid leave okay?" What the actual hell. He sits down at his desk, legs perched awkwardly on his chair, he doesn't look mean, but he can be.

    Then again I really shouldn't question it, which I don't as I make my way to Tyler's office, as my phone goes off, it's from Tyler.

Tyler; come now

I walk into the room, and the sight isn't pretty. Thomas is having a panic attack under the chair, with Tyler struggling to coax him out. Considering Thomas is way shorter, I'm not surprised he could fit himself under the chair. His breathing is just dry heaves, tear marks down his face. "Hey Thomas can you focus on me?" I ask gently, trying to crouch in his line of focus. "How long?" I question James, just as it rugged breathing stops and he slumps over, his body against the floor. "10 minutes." He sighs, as I go to grab Thomas out from the chair. I struggle to slide him out but I manage, picking him up bridal style, hugging him gently.

"What's up Mr.ITotallyHaveACrushOnThis Guy." Tyler laughs,  earning a deadly glare from me. "Nothing actually." I respond, laughing at Tyler's face. His blue eyes searching for emotion an- "Stop trying to read me I'm not a patient!" I stomp, acting like a 4 year old, although I feel like one considering he's 35 and I'm 27. "Come off your high horse, you don't want him to end up like Chris, do you?" He questions sternly, and that's when I get mad, he knows not to bring that up.

   Setting Thomas on the chair gently, I go face to face with Tyler, as he scoffs. "You don't scare me James. You and I both know you need to tell him before he ends up like Chris." Tyler backs down, and goes back to his desk, busying himself with paperwork. "Chris was a mistake." I snap, as Tyler just scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Chris broke your heart and then left, became a drug addict, and blamed it all on you." Tyler laughs, really pissing me off. "Shut up Tyler." Thomas wakes up at that moment, and he just lays there. "Come on Thomas we are going home." I take his hand gently, as we walk out of the building. My phone goes off with a text, from Tyler.

Tyler: Tell that boy you love him.

Ignoring the text, as I get into the car Thomas sheepishly hands me a paper. "Prozac, antidepressants." He sighs, running his hands through his hair. "It's okay, antidepressants aren't bad I swear." I promise, and he looks at me glumly. "How would you know?" He questions, leaving me to wonder how should I tell him. "I have MDD, major depressive disorder, recurrent, and severe, I take antidepressants." Explaining this quickly as I keep my eyes on the road. "What's that?" He asks, most likely really confused. "I have major episodes of depression, lasting two weeks to 6 months, and it comes and goes, even in how bad it is. I was diagnosed when I was 12." I explain, hoping to answer his questions.

"Hey James."

"Yea Thomas?"

"When I'm feeling better mentally, can we go on a date?"

I freeze instantly, Tyler's words going through my head, tell that boy you love him.

"Sure"

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A/N

I'm writing MDD the way I suffer from it. I was diagnosed with MDD when I was 12 also, and so some information may be slightly different, but this is kinda how I suffer from it, so yea it may not be exactly what depression seems to you, because MDD is different compared to clinical depression so yea :)