Lost and Found

Chapter Two

Davis groans as he opens his heavy eyes. He's instantly hit with the stench of latex gloves, different medicines, and many more odd smells. It's nothing like the books or movies, sadly. He knows damn well he's lying in a hospital bed, he knows exactly what he did to get here, and he definitely knows that Landon, who is staring at him with a sad and firm stare, is going to say to him once his existence is acknowledged.

Davis is beyond past his breaking point. The youngest of the group has never lost anyone close to him before. Oscar was the first to leave him and he's not coping well at all. Landon should have seen this coming honestly. When he lost his brother, everything went downhill. Only intense therapy and a long, sad, trip down memory lane got him out of his bad habits and ways. Occasionally he falls into a deep state of depression and sadness, but it's never as bad as what Davis is feeling.

Davis turns his head to look at the older boy. "Are you going to talk to me or just sit and stare?" He says dully after a few more minutes of silence that you could cut through with a knife. Landon just looks at him more. He leans over and puts his elbows on the bed that Davis is lying in, he then gently rests his chin in his open palms. Landon sighs softly but confused.

He leans back and crosses his arms, shaking his head and tilting it slightly. "I just don't get it," Landon states. "What was your goal? To forget? To ki-"

"No," Davis cuts him off quickly. "I wasn't going, well, trying to kill myself. I was just trying too, I don't know, maybe numb the pain? It hurts, Landon. I lost my best friend. I lost the closest thing to a brother I had..." Davis trails off, a small tear escaping his eye and falling down his face. "What makes it worse is it's all my fault."

The door opens quickly and Devin and Anthony walk in, it's obvious they were listening through the door. Anthony pulls Davis into a bone-crushing hug while Devin covers his face with his hands, hiding the visible tears, like he always said, men, don't cry. Bullshit. "It's not your fault! Don't ever say that again." Anthony says sternly while pulling away.

"But If I didn't-"

"Davis, I was with you that day. I was the one that mentioned they come over! If it's somehow your fault, It's just as much mine," Devin kneels in front of the sad younger and looks at him with the fondness of an older brother. "We are not to blame. Not me and most certainly not you. Oscar got hit by some low-life that decided to get drunk on a Tuesday afternoon. It's the reckless' fault." Devin finishes, looking at Davis while he fiddles with his sleeve. Davis nods and looks around the room, not feeling any better than when he started. His throat is dry and his stomach is in extreme amounts of pain. Either from puking out the contents of his stomach or almost overdosing on pain medication, he may never know.

It's only when he turns his head does he see a duffel bag full of items he can't see does he begin to question his friends. "What's that for?" He asks as Anthony follows Davis' gaze to the floor and onto the bag. Quicky, Devin swipes it and throws it next to Landon's abandoned backpack that he brings everywhere.

"Clothes.."

"Why?" Davis questions with a scarily firm expression. Anthony and Devin excuse themselves and walk out of the room, knowing a mom and son like disagreement was about to go down.

"Well, the doctors think it'll be a good idea if you.."

"If I what, Landon?" Davis demands.

"They think it would be best for you if you stayed at the mental health facility for a few months...it's only right upstairs and it'll only be two months," Landon says's quietly, almost regretful. Davis was furious. Landon had no right to drop this information on him like this. Where was anyone that actually had any power over him? Where was his mother?