Tree Bros AU Oneshots

Soulmarks AU Part 2

I had yet to stop stressing since yesterday. It was currently the weekend and I just kept pacing around my house absentmindedly running my hand along he little heart on my thumb. I could still feel the pain from cutting open my skin with the scissors that just happened to be laying next to me at that time. I would do anything to forget about how it felt, seeing the already damaging cuts on my arm multiply in number. Being able to feel my soulmates pain and sorrow, it was the worst experience of my life.

When my mom came home later that night she found me still aggressively pacing the halls. She made her way over to me with a pitiful frown on her face. She gently grabbed my hands to stop me from making any more laps around the hallway. I forced myself to focus on anything other than my current dilemma, I asked her, "H-how was your day?"

She tried to smile for me but I could see through the cracks, "Well, we got Mrs.Haughlin to do a couple laps today and I got a new patient, you might know him".

I nodded along as she talked showing that I was paying attention but I didn't actually register what she was saying until she mentioned her new patient, "W-why would I k-know him?"

"Well he goes to your school, his name is Connor Murphy", My brain see,ed top narrow in on that name. For some reason it made an uneasy feeling cloud my gut, "What H-happened to him?".

She frowned deeply shaking her head a little as she spoke, "Poor boy, he tried to kill himself". I felt my world freeze when I heard those words come out of her mouth. I loosely traced my thumb over all of the scars on my arm, reminding me of what my soulmate tried to do just a couple days earlier.

"Is he okay?!" I all but yelled at my mom, I could feel my breath start to quicken.

"She grabbed onto both of my shoulders and didn't start talking until she knew she had my attention, "Evan, Evan listen to me he's going to be okay".

I nodded my head repeatedly to show that I understood but it was more to convince myself than my mom. Before I had really thought it out I heard myself asking her, "C-can I go w-with you to work t-t-tomorrow?"

She seemed to just stare at me until finally she nodded her head, "Sure honey".

That's how I found myself standing outside of a hospitable at 6:00 a.m. on a saturday. Surly Connor would be asleep this early in the morning but alas my mom had to leave for work early and if I wanted to go with her than leaving in the morning was my only option.

I sat in one of those uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room, trying to work on some homework but finding myself unable to actually concentrate on it.

After nervously bouncing my leg for a couple hours and trying to gain the courage I finally convinced myself to go visit Connor. Before my mom had ran off to do her job I got his room number out of her. I made my way down the bright hallway and stopped outside of his door.

I just stood, staring at the door , should I knock, should I just let myself in, what do I say if he asks why i'm here, 'I heard you tried to kill yourself and I don't really know why i'm here but I felt like I needed to'. That wouldn't make me sound crazy at all.

As I was about to knock, the door suddenly flew open and standing in front of me was Zoe Murphy. She seemed very surprised to see me there if the startled expression on her face was anything to go by. "Evan? What are you doing here?".

Her voice wavered as she talked and her puffy, red eyes gave away that she had been crying. "I h-heard what happened I-I came to s-see how Connor is doing", The way she looked at me made me feel like I had said something wrong.

"He's alive", that's all she had to say for me to understand, "You can go in if you want, I was just leaving to grab a coffee". She brushed past me as she went out and I looked at her retreating figure before I finally stepped into the room.

The body laying on the bed wasn't Connor, it couldn't be Connor. He looked like a corpse the way he was motionless and had different wires protruding out of his skin. He was dressed in a light blue hospitable gown and it struck me as odd to see him in something that wasn't black.

His eyes remained closed as I continued to look him over and if it wasn't for the consistent beeping of his heart monitor you would think he was dead. Considering his skin was ghostly white and both of his arms had been wrapped in bandages. I sat myself down in one of the chairs that was next to the bed, curling myself into a ball.

I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from him and it makes me confused as to why seeing Connor like this scared me so much. I mean I hardly even knew him yet leaving this room seemed like an impossible task.

As I was just blankly staring at Connor my eyes seemed to catch a cut that hadn't been wrapped yet. I gently grabbed his arm and held his hand in mine, when I saw what was there I gave an audible gasp. On his right hand, identical to mine, was a little heart carved into the skin.

Did someone say three parter??? Also sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors this was typed on my phone while I was at school.