Alan's POV
Plain white walls surrounded them, the constant beeping of machines echoed in the small room. There he sat, watching his best friend breathe from a tube. He leaned forward resting his head in his hands.
Why did it come to this. What the fuck even happened?! Why did he do this to himself?
He looked up at the lanky boy laying in the hospital bed. He had been there for about five hours now. And he didn’t plan on leaving his side till he woke up. He got up and went over to his bedside gently brushing the hair from his beautiful face.
“I wish you were awake right now” he whispered, rubbing his cheek now “I want to tell you how he’s hurting me and how scared I am. But you cant even hear me right now.” He sighed holding back the tears beginning to form in his eyes. He ran his fingers lightly down the boys shoulder and forearm where the white gauze with small blood stains on it laid.
“I wish you were awake to tell me why you did this to yourself, I wish I was there to stop you” he bit on his lip remembering all that had happened just a few hours ago
“C-can you come over? Code red” he said weakly
“Yeah Ill be right there”
I walked into the cold empty house. Why was it so empty?
I continued walking “Ausitn?!” I called out frantically as I went to the kitchen
“Austin!?”
I came around the corner to see the tip of Austins black converse poking out from the bathroom.
Is he laying down? Or, fuck.
I rushed over to him looking at the blood oozing from several cuts
“Austin!!” I shouted shaking him, hot tears began running down my face as I pulled him into my lap grabbing a near by towel and blotting his arms gently. The tears became more intense as the blood continued to flow from each cut. “Austin?!” I slapped his face gently hoping to get any response, but still none. I held the towel to the deepest looking cut on his wrist. I began shaking as I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.
“My best friend, hes cut too deep and he wont wake up” He whimpered into the phone. The lady told me to stay calm while the ambulance came. I hung up and held Austins limp body close to me, rocking us back and forth as the crying became un controllable now. I heard the faint sound of the sirens and picked Austin up. Carrying him bridal style to the stretcher. We rushed back to the hospital and they quickly took him away from me letting me fend for myself over my own thoughts. But that didn’t last too long as of Oli was blowing my phone up.
“What?” I answered weakly
“Where the FUCK are you?!” He demanded
“The fucking hospital.”
“Why are you there?”
Did I actually hear concern in his voice?
“Austin was being stupid and hurt himself”
“Well when will you be here?”
“I dunno. Probably not for awhile”
“Well ok. Ill see you soon”
Why was he being so nice?
“Yeah, bye”
“I love you”
I hung up the phone before responding. Mostly because I didn’t love him back. I never did.
Why are you with him? All he does is beat you up basically rape you and fill you with drugs you don’t want. Maybe because it was as close to a Austin as you’ll ever get.
Just then a tall older looking man in a white coat said I was able to see Austin. I slowly walked into the white room. It was hard to not cry looking at him. He was asleep from the pain medication they had given him. His arms were covered in clean white gauze. Small blood patches were in certain places where he must of cut deep. I went to his side and gently brushed his cheek smiling down at him.
“Youre so strong and you dont even know it. Youre my hero. and my savior. Im just like you Austin, I cut too. But I hid it from you for so long.” I whispered even though he couldn’t hear me.
That was only five hours ago. Hes still sleeping. I looked down at the boy I had grown to love. Maybe it was the way he spoke or looked at me, maybe even the tattoos. But for some reason I found him to be the most attractive person on the planet. Sure he was my best friend. But I ahd feelings for him that were stronger than “Best friends” And I couldn’t deny it anymore. I was head over heels for Austin Carlile. His face was drained with no color to it at all. He looked so weak. But for some reason I still found that attractive. I slowly leaned down
What are you doing Alan?! Hes your best friend stop.
I didn’t care anymore
I gently kissed his cheek. Just from that I got butterflies, lightening shooting up my spine.
“What the fuck are you doing Alan?!”
I jumped up staring at the angry man in the door way with shock.
