Take The Monsters Away (boyxboy)

Panic

  Thomas
  As I wake up, I see James, curled up at my side. Smiling to myself gently, I place some blanket over him, as I realize it's 3:30am. He cuddles into the blanket mumbling softly, "dziękuję." "How is the tube Thomas?" A nurse comes walking in, her platinum blonde hair, which is seriously really bright. "Good, not uncomfortable despite that it's shoved down my throat." She laughs quietly, as not to wake James. "Man you've managed to steal the heart of James, men and women have been trying to do that for ages." My cheeks heat up, as it begins to dawn that other people like him. "Has he spoken in Polish yet?" The nurse jokes, but he has, even when I was just falling asleep. I nod, and her smile grows, which is kinda creepy. "It means he's relaxed around you, he only speaks in polish to people he likes, so congrats."

She makes some notes on her clipboard before leaving the room, as I stare at the sleeping James. He has work tomorrow, what is he doing here? "James." I mumble, shaking him slightly. He sits up quickly, visibly startled. "What?" James questions, alarmed. "Don't you have work tomorrow?" I ask, and he laughs slightly "I'm assigned to the hospital for today, starting at 6am, and I have spare clothes in my locker." James whispers, going back to sleep. "Wait what?"  "Thomas this hospital is a behavioral health hospital also, I trade between here, and my office." He sighs, sitting up. He looks at his watch and sighs, before laying back down,and oh my god his hair is curled.

Reaching my hand out carefully, I run my fingers through his jet-black hair, careful not to pull at any knots. "I gotta leave at 5, alright." James explains, as he pulls out an IPad. "Seriously did you bring that with you?" "No I left in the middle of the night briefly to get you some stuff, like clothes and stuff." He shrugs, putting on Netflix, letting me scroll through the movies. Instead, I pick an anime, Death Note. As I scroll through I realize the entire show has been watched, woah.

We start on the first episode, me leaning my head on his shoulder, slowly lulling to sleep. "Goodnight Thomas." Is the last thing I hear before I drift off to sleep.

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  Waking up, well I wake up alone. I'm being shaken awake by a nurse. "Breakfast!" She smiles in a cheery voice, setting the tray in front of me. Except I don't see food, I see calories and fat. "I'm not hungry." I blurt as if on command, as her face slowly turns into a frown. "You have to eat." She mumbles awkwardly. Setting the tray on the table in front of me, I'm really fucking hungry, but no. "No." I snap coldly, using my energy to shove the tray off of the desk, it's contents spilling everywhere, the plastic  tray clattering against the tile floor. She sighs, before leaving the room, James, carrying a bag, replacing her stance. "Okay, I know hospital food sucks, but really." He sighs, picking up the tray, and beginning to clean the floor. His hair is actually curled, the jetblack curls, against his soft emerald eyes, really a contrast.

  Another nurse walks in, as she replaces the food in the tube, panic setting in. "What are you even doing here?" I ask James, as he finishes up cleaning the mess. "A: I work here, and B: Most people are still sleeping, so I figured I see you, since technically I'd be seeing a patient." He shrugs, the nurse making notes before walking out. "I wanna go home, James."

   "You aren't medically stable yet, you'll be here for at least 3 weeks, you'll get therapy and everything though, and I'll see you as much as possible."

  Well, that ends that conversation. My heart barely beating at 50 bpm, concern over James's face. The IV in my hand, reminding me I'm here, and stuck here. "I brought you some stuff. Pillow case, blankets, clothes, books." He explains quietly,passing me the bag.

  When is he gonna leave?

     Like everyone else.

  "When are you gonna leave?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. He looks up at me, his eyes and face growing somber, "I'm not gonna leave you unless you want me to." Sitting on the bed beside me, he looks up at the heart monitor, giving out a long and drawn out sigh. "Everyone always leaves when I become too much." And at that,  I cry, because in this moment, I've hit rock bottom.

   I'm stuck in this hospital, after fainting, with a tube shoved down me, feeding me the food I refuse to eat. James is breaking down right in front of me, my emotional state of mind is horrible, and everything is just so fucked up. It's all my fault. All of it. The tears sting my eyes, but honestly it feels good to cry.

   "You aren't too much, Thomas. You're the way you are, you need some help yes, but Thomas I'm not gonna leave, cause in over a year, you are the first person I've wanted to hold on to, and not let go."

   POV

  James struggles for words but finds them, his somber, emerald eyes searching the broken dark green ones. "I wanna tell you," He starts, taking a breath, "I wanna tell you that everything is okay, Thomas, I wanna say that you'll be okay, that this won't change anything, but it will. I'll have to make sure you eat, you'll have a therapist, a lot of hospital programs, you name it, so no I'm not gonna tell you everything is okay, cause it's really fucking not. I'm not gonna bullshit you, because I care. Though I can tell you, it can be okay, in the long run, you'll be okay."

The younger boy sits there, not knowing what to say to that, while James sits there, shocked at his own words. "I'm sorry about the tray." Thomas mumbles, laying his head on James's shoulder. "The tray is fine, I'm more concerned about you. Are you okay?" James asks, his voice full of concern. "I'm okay now." He sighs, as James grabs the iPad again. "No I fall asleep every time you play a movie." Thomas whines, making James cover is mouth to stop his laughter as he puts away the iPad.

   James's pager goes off, startling Thomas, as James crawls out of the embrace and gets up. "I gotta go." He explains hastily, while fixing his shoes. As he's running out the room, he stops at the door for a second, before realizing what he wants to say. "Hey, I love you." He calls out to Thomas, before leaving the room.