BMC/DEH Oneshots

Survivor

Rich Goranski is (slowly yet surely, I promise) waking up in the hospital after the house fire, and a suicide attempt, Rich and Jake are dating at the time.

Where am I? Why do my legs hurt? Shit, where's Jake?

"Rich? Rich are you ok?"

That sounds like Jake, he's ok. Good. But if I can hear him... I'm ok too... Damn.

Rich twitched his hand, letting Jake know he was awake. To his surprise, when he twitched his hand it felt as if it were enclosed in something. Something that felt strangely like a hand.

Jake was frantically looking for the button that calls the nurse, but Rich had no idea where he was, why his legs hurt, or what the hell was going on.

"Where's the fucking button... THERE."

Jake then slammed his hand on the button, causing 2 nurses to rush in immediately.

"It's Rich, he twitched his hand. I think he's waking up."

"Ok. Ave, please take Mr. Dillinger to the waiting room. We'll let you know how he is soon, Hon."

Jake didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay with Rich. He wanted to stay with Rich for as long as it took for him to wake up. To say something.

"Please let m-" Jake cut himself off when he heard a small groan from across the room.

Jake, please stay here. I'm ok, I'm alive, I can hear you.

"Rich!" Jake half-yelled as he rushed past the nurses and enclosed Rich's hand with his own, waiting for him to say something.

"It's ok, it's Jake, I'm here ." There was no response, but Jake knew in his heart he was awake.

I'm awake. Why can't I talk, why can't I move? Why can't I see straight? Oh right, I can't be straight either. Oh well.

"Please say something. If you can hear me, squeeze my hand."

It took a few seconds, but eventually he felt a light squeeze on the side of his hand.

"Dude you're alive!!"

Yes, I am. Now to open my god damn eyes.

Rich attempted to open his eyes, but because he tried to fast, the light above him blinded him.

BAD IDEA BAD IDEA, SLOWER THIS TIME. Jeez, why do they need to make the lights so damn bright...

Rich proceeded to open his eyes, but slower this time, letting his eyes adjust to the light as he went. Soon he had his eyes fully open, and was shocked at what lay before him. What he saw was that he was in a white room, completely white. Jake Dillinger looked like he was about to cry, but Rich didn't know why until he looked down and he was in a cast that went from about his ribcage all the way down his legs to his ankles.

"Jake..." Rich tried to speak, but soon stopped himself due to the fact that his voice sounded gravely and his throat felt like it was on fire. Not to mention Jake actually bursting into tears.

"Rich... You're alive!" Jake managed to say between sobs and hiccups.

"Wha- Jake why am I alive. I locked the door! I set the fire! I shouldn't be alive! Jake, I was supposed to die! I SHOULDN'T BE ALIVE, JAKE!!"

On the floor, lay a heartbroken Jake.

"What do you-"

"That was a suicide attempt, Jake. I tried to die last night."

"Rich, why didn't you come to me? You can always talk to me, and if you didn't know that, then you do now. Why did you want to d-die?" Jake had a hard time saying the last word, it was too hard to think that his boyfriend wanted to die. Did he do something wrong?

"The squip... he told me to. He said I was useless, that I didn't deserve you and that you could do better than me. I'm worthless, Jake."

"Rich Goranski, you are many things. Worthless does not fall into that category. You are brave, strong, sweet, tough, and very, very handsome might I add. Please talk to me next time you feel like this, ok?"

Rich slowly nodded his head, crying. But he couldn't help but wonder what his squip would say. Come to think of it, where was he? Rich hadn't heard him for a while, then he remembered what Michael's brother had told him. That squips can't tolerate high temperatures. He put two and two together, and realised something. Something big.

"Jake, the squip. I can't hear him! He burnt to death in the fire!"

"Are you sure, I mean-"

"Positive." At this point, they were both crying tears of joy that the squip was gone. That the chances of this happening again were low. Rich was finally squip-free!

~time skip brought to you by Pretty Patties, It's not tainted meat, it's PAINTED meat!~

It had been 3 months since the fire, and Rich had healed. He still had scars, but they healed over time. There had been no trace of the squip since, they were sure he was gone. For good. Instead of smoking, Rich and Jake had taken up cooking. Well, Jake baked and Rich frosted/ate everything.

"Remember when you still had that squip?" Jake asked

"Don't remind me."

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Hey guys! I forgot I need to be able to write to write oneshots, but thanks to @rosietheflame for this idea, it was a very good one. Requests are always open, either comment or pm me ideas! I'll try to update annually... hahahahahahano  

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