His Name Is Blurryface *Joshler*

9

3 hours later

“Hey Ty? I gotta go home now. I’m sorry, but if you ever need me, tell one of the staff members and I’ll be here before you know it.”

“K-k-ay.”

With that, Josh left the room and went to his office to tidy up for tomorrow. When he finished completing Tyler’s daily report, he said goodbye to his co-workers and was on the way home.

Josh lived with his dog Jim (he thought the name was pretty clever) in an apartment in downtown LA. His apartment was a 10 minute drive from the hospital and was super close to his friends. He loved it there.

Exhausted, Josh climbed straight into bed that night when he got home, falling asleep in record timing. Josh was soundly asleep when a blaring ringtone rang through his room. Without looking at the caller I.D., Josh picked it up, seeing the clock beside his bed display 3:24am.

“Hullo?” Josh says groggily.

“Josh! JOSH! We need you here right now!!” Josh hears Dallon, one of the night nurses, screaming into his ear. Suddenly awake, Josh’s eyes pop open and his exhaustion becomes non-existent.

“What? Why? What happened?!”

“Tyler! He cut himself and there’s blood all over the floor. He won’t let anyone near him and he just keeps drawing the letter J in the air.”

“Okay, okay. Tell Tyler that I’m on the way, okay?!”

“Hurry Dun!!!”

Josh has always considered himself an active guy. He ran, everyday. However, nothing compared to how fast Josh ran that morning. Luckily, he was still wearing somewhat presentable clothes as he didn’t change into pajamas before climbing into bed. Josh got to the hospital in five minutes, driving faster than he ever has. Despite almost crashing three times, he’d say that the drive was pretty successful.

Within seconds, he’s out of his car and sprinting through the too familiar hallways of the hospital. He finds himself in front of Tyler’s door in no time. The whole night staff was gathered outside the door screaming at each other. Josh didn’t have time to deal with them so he squeezed his way through the crowd, grabbed a first aid kit, and burst into the room.

Josh finds Tyler in his signature corner sobbing into his hands. There was blood all around him, spewing out of his wrists.

“Oh Ty…” Josh says sympathetically. Tyler begins to cry even harder.

“S-sss-orr-yyyy. I-I’m s-o-o so-r-r-y-yy J-j-sh.” Tyler sobbs out.

“Ty. C’mon let’s breathe. You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay. Can you breathe for me while I clean you up?”

“Ya-a.”

With that, Josh gets busy. He’s been trained to handle situations like this. What he wasn’t prepared for was how much pain he’d feel seeing someone he cares about suffer. Josh begins by getting some sanitary tissues out and cleaning Tyler’s wounds with isopropyl alcohol. He then wraps all the cuts with gauze. He goes to the closet to get Tyler a new gown and helps him change into it, despite all of Tyler’s attempted protests. Josh is able to carry Tyler to the bed. Tyler immediately curls in on himself, yanks the covers to his chin, and begins to doze off. Josh then busies himself with cleaning the floor and anything else blood may have gotten onto. Now, Josh realizes that Tyler cut his wrist against the metal bed frame. He’d have to look into getting Tyler’s room further proofed from harmful objects.

As Tyler dozes off into oblivion, Josh cleans himself up and documents events for medical records. He decides to get some work done in the meantime.