The hospital room was cold. Even when Michael had bundled himself up in as many blankets as the nurses would give him, his fingertips were still numb and the air was still uncomfortably brisk. The cold seemed to particularly rest on the top of his nose, but he couldn’t find the energy in himself to pull the numerous blankets any farther up on his torso. Turning onto his side the best he could, he allowed his gaze to fall on the window beside his bed. He couldn't see much other than the sky and the row of houses, but it didn't matter, as the window was locked anyway. Michael had once thought that he might've succeed, but now, he didn't even think he could get out of bed.
He didn't care, though. He didn't think that he could bring himself to care about anything, because he knew that if he even stopped to worry about one small thing that everything would come crashing down, and the weight of what he'd done would be too much to bear.
He couldn't even kill himself right. All he'd ended up with a trip to the hospital and even less of a reason to live than before he'd tried to end it a week and a half ago. Normally, he wasn't this blunt with himself, but it wasn't like he had any reason not to be. He didn't want to be alive anymore, plain and simple. Michael wanted to disappear, and that was that.
Nobody had visited him, either. He wasn't surprised--He'd always been that antisoanti-social-headphones kid. and the only people that actually talked to him were Jeremy, his 'best friend' who yelled at him and left him in the bathroom, and his cousin Jared. ( (｡･ω･｡) ) But even then, he's to busy with his boyfriend, a kid named evan and hardly calls anymore.
A small part of him had hoped that one of them would bother to come to see if he was okay, but another part of him had always known that they wouldn't. They had more important things to worry about. That was okay.
Michael understood. He'd gotten so used to the silence in the room that even the slightest noise would irritate him, so the sound of the door creaking as it swung open was enough to make him cringe.
He could only assume that it was one of the nurses or something, so he didn't bother to turn and look. Hopefully, they wouldn't bother him.
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Jeremy didn't know what happened at the party. All he knew about was the fire. When he found out Michael was in the hospital he shut his squip down, and made his way there himself.
When he got to Michael's room he opened the door and saw him. He wasn't sure if he was asleep or not so he got quiet. "Michael?" He said softly as he walked closer
Michael was able to easily recognize Jeremys voice, but it still took him a moment to register what was being said to him, and even then it took him another moment to respond. "Hm?" He murmured, not wanting to move. He closed his eyes, feeling tired, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep. So, he waited for Jeremy to say what it was that he wanted. he doubted that he would ever check on him.
Jeremy pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed "H.. How are you doing?" He said softly
"I know I know.. Im a jerk.. And a horrible friend for yelling at you.. My squip..hes uh off now.. "
He coughed and rubbed his eyes
"What happened..? Please don't say it's anything bad...You're not going to die of anything bad right?"
Michael opened his eyes when he heard Jeremy move closer, and he took a moment to look him over before quickly looking away. At the question, he had to use every single ounce of his willpower to keep from laughing, because the question was just so absurd to him, considering the circumstances...
"I'm fine. I just...got some burns in the fire...bad burns" he said straight up lying
He frowned and sighed.
"How bad..?" He asked as lifted his head and saw how Michael had bandges on both his arms.
"Can you at least turn around so I can see you?"
"Uh..." He thought about it for a moment and nodded.
He slowly turned onto his other side so that he could see Jeremye properly, but he didn't make eye contact.
He asked Now he was truly worried for michael. "Michael. Why do you have bandages on your arms.. How bad are your burns?"
Michael looked confused. "Well..I was in the bathroom--"
He stopped, taking a breath to keep himself from starting to panic, and contined.
"I, uh, I got burned..." He laughed nervously. He slowly sat up. Resting on his pillow and looked at Jeremy
"You knew about the fire right, why did you stay in the bathroom?" He said as he heard voice crack and he signed.
"Michael.. What really happened...?" He asked as he put his hand on Michaels hand
"Nothing happened! I couldn't get out. The got burned in the fire okay?!" Michael visibly tensed and, despite his best efforts, he was starting to lose his composure.
He sighed and held Michaels hand tightly "Please tell me what happened..? I know Ive been ignoring you lately.... But I'm Sorry and I want to know what happened..please micha"
Michael pulled back from Jeremy wincing a little. He did get burned. That was true. But the the whole reason. He looked at Jeremy and fought tears back.
"I tried to kill myself! There. Happy now?!" Michael yelled as tears streamed down his face.
Jeremys eyes widened "W.. What?"
A/N: TO BE CONTINUED MWHAHAHA
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