If Only You Knew (Troyler Fanfiction)

Chapter 16: Without You

Tyler POV

I woke up with a sharp pain in my back. I realized I had fallen asleep on the couch, when I looked up to see what time it was the clock read 2:09. At least I had only been here for a few hours and could get a good night's sleep in the bed. Wait, where was Troye? I remembered seeing him just before I fell asleep but now he wasn't here. He probably just went to the bedroom to go to sleep, I might as well join him. I don't like him being alone. I'm always so scared that if I take my eye off of him for one second he will do something stupid.

I decide to go to the bathroom and wash my face before I went to sleep, I needed to keep this face cute for Troye. When I went to go turn the knob it wouldn't open. It wasn't locked though, it was like something was blocking me from entering. I started to push the door, barley making any progress. After about 5 minutes I still had barely gotten the door open. I decided that if I didn't make any progress on this last push I was just going to give up and figure it out in the morning.

I pushed with all of the strength I could manage and got the door open a little. I looked through the space between the door frame and the door to see what was blocking me from entering. Only it wasn't something, it was someone. It was Troye.

Holy shit. Troye was passed out on the bathroom floor. Wait, is that blood on his shirt? I banged on the door, kicking it, pushing it with all of the newfound strength I had suddenly gotten from all of the adrenaline pouring through my veins. I had to get to Troye. I had no idea how long he had been like this, but I knew I didn't have time to spare. I finally got the door open just enough that I could squeeze through it.

I grabbed his wrist to make sure he still had a pulse and was relieved when he did. He was breathing slowly, but he was still breathing. I looked over him, he was so pale, paler than usual. He had dark circles around his eyes and his shirt had faint red stains all over the sides. Then I saw the razor blade next to his open hand. It didn't take me long to figure out what had happened. I pulled him out of the way of the door and ran to get a phone.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"It's my boyfriend. He cut himself and now he's lying in the bathroom unconscious. Were at a hotel, I don't know the address. It's the Holiday Inn on Main Street. We're room number 234. Please hurry."

I couldn't lose Troye, not now. I had just gotten him. He wasn't going to die on me. I held him close to me and began to sob, I couldn't help it. The man that I love is lying in my arms basically lifeless and I have no idea what caused it. He told me he was so happy, what had changed?

Minute's later paramedics knocked down the door and were running into the bathroom, picking Troye up and taking him away from me. They took my baby. That might be the last time I ever got to hold him, and they ripped him out of my hands.

"Please tell me he's going to be okay?"

"I can't tell you anything right now, but we're going to try our best."

That wasn't fucking good enough. I don't care about their best, I want them to save him. I need them to save him.

They rushed outside of the building with Troye on a stretcher. They put him in the back of the ambulance and I rode with them to the hospital. I held his hand the whole way. No matter what he would always be my Troye, whether he lived or died I would always love him.

We finally got to the hospital and they took Troye out of the ambulance and rushed him into the building. I ran behind them, I needed to say goodbye to my baby. I didn't know if this would be goodbye for now or goodbye forever. I thought I lost him once, but it didn't compare to this. I didn't see his body bloody and lifeless, I only imagined it. Reality was a thousand times worse than my imagination.