Brolby [The Beginning]

Chapter 9

Colby's pov

Colby was laying in the uncomfortable hospital bed, watching reruns of Friends while lightly touching his left wrist. The two cuts had been stitched up and then covered with layers of gauze and bandages.
He was in a large room, but it was completely empty. Just like him.
The minute he had woken up from all the drugs he had gotten, he started to cry. He didn't want to be alive, he still wanted to die. Nothing had changed that.

As Colby was going through all of these thoughts, he suddenly heard the door creek open.
His gaze went to the right side of the room which in turn revealed Sam peeking in.

"Hey man, can I come in?" Sam's said softly.

Colby just looked at him for a few seconds before turning his head back to the tv.

Sam stood quiet in the doorway, not really knowing what to do.
After a while, Colby could hear a deep inhale and soon saw Sam walking up to him in his peripheral.
He slowly sat down in a boring-looking chair next to the bed.

Sam's pov

"So.. How are you doing? Are you in any pain?" Sam's voice was worried but calm.

Colby kept his eyes centered at the tv.

Sam didn't say anything more for a while, and switched between watching the tv and watching Colby. He knew Colby didn't want to talk about it, but he had almost died, they had to talk about it.

"Colby.. Talk to me. Why did you do that? Why did you think that was your only choice?" Sam put his hand on Colby's arm.

Colby immediately pulled his arm back and turned his head away from Sam, looking out the window.

Sam sighed.

"Don't you know that I love you? That I could care less who you're dating? All I want is for my best friend, my brother, to be happy with his life." As Sam was talking he could see tears starting to roll down Colby's cheek.

Colby kept staring out the window as he cried quietly.

"Does all of this have anything to do with your family.. You know..?" Sam asked softly.

Colby bit his lip, clearly not wanting to cry in front of Sam. But it didn't work. He covered his face with the needle-covered hands as he started to sob loudly.
Sam immediately got up from the chair and hugged Colby as tight as he could.

"It's going to be okay, Colby. I'll help you as much as possible, I promise." Sam could hear the sadness in his own voice.

Colby hugged Sam back, dug his face into his hoodie and cried uncontrollably.

Colby's pov

A week had passed since the incident, and Colby was finally back home. It was awkward when he first came back, he clearly noticed that everyone was acting differently towards him. Walking on eggshells whenever he was around, but he understood. He would have probably done the same.
The important thing was that no one had interrogated him about it, he was definitely not ready for that.

It was around 5 PM and Colby watched some Black mirror with Sam in the living room. All of a sudden they heard a loud knock on the front door, making both of them jump.
Sam chuckled at what a pair of cowards they were as he got up to open the door.
Colby was too into the show to notice that Sam had gotten up, until he came back.