Is it wrong...If I love you? (SalxLarry)

Chapter 11- Larry...

Heya, TRIGGER WARNING in place

A week had passed since Larry had to go to the hospital, he felt much better but he wasn't fully healed. Sal had been forced to go home, his dad was more angry than usual. His legs and stomach were black and blue; his ribs in agony but he didn't say anything. 

Sally sat crying on the end of his bed, blade in hand. His dad had just left the room,  he could feel new bruises developing on his body. He felt so alone. He picked up his walkie talkie, his hand shaking as he pressed the button,

"L-larry?" 

"..."

He didn't reply, Larry was out running a few errands for Lisa. Sal lay back on his bed, "Not even Larry cares now..." He rolled up his sleeve, he sucked air in through his teeth as he dragged the blade across his healing skin. Plain lines just wouldn't do, he found a smaller blade in his box and precisely carved words into his skin. Blood started to run down his arms, the words "fag" and "worthless" now illuminated in red, the words smudging a little as the blood pooled over them. Sal looked down at what he had done and started to panic. In a fit of rage, he threw the blade across his room and ran to the bathroom, he turned the cold tap on and stuck is harm under it, watching the blood pour off his arm to leave the words still engraved in his skin.

He collapsed to the floor crying, putting a hand over his arm so he couldn't see it, but it stung so much he couldn't forget it was there. He walked back to his room, pulling his sleeve down carefully. He picked up his phone and saw a message from Larry. He opened it,

"Sal. im sry dude. pls don't blame urself"

"sry 4 wat? wat r u talkig about?"

"its time for me to go"

"u better not be doing anything stupid"

"ita too late. ill be gone soon"

"stop messing around larry. this isn't funny"

"..."

"hey?"

"..."

"larry?"

"..."

Sal burst into tears, he couldn't bear the thought of Larry killing himself. He burst out of his room and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He went to the only place he could think of...the treehouse. He got in the lift, willing it to go faster, he tried to ring Larry but he went straight to voicemail. The lift finally screeched open, Sal sprinted out the doors and to the treehouse. Nailed to the steps was a piece of paper, on it was scrawled the word "SAl". 

Sal was determined that Larry was alive, he ran straight past the paper and climbed into the tree house. He frantically looked around, until he saw a figure. Larry was lying the corner, an empty vodka bottle in his hand, his veins looked shot, maybe from an overdose. Sal ran to him, 

"Larry! Oh Larry please!"

He shook Larry' shoulders desperately trying to get him to wake up. His eyes just rolled around in his head. His body, limp and rag-dolled. Sal got his phone and called for an ambulance, the operator asked if he was breathing, he hadn't thought to check of Larry was breathing. He placed his ear next to Larry's mouth, the slightest breath tickled it. "He's alive..."

"He's breathing!" He exclaimed, even though Larry was barely alive, he was. That's all that mattered to him. He dragged Larry near the exit to the treehouse so the paramedic could help him when they got there. He cradled his lifeless body in his arms, his fingers combing through the brunette's locks. He heard the sirens in the distance, 

"Quick, please! He's here! He's here!" 

The paramedics rushed in and took Larry from Sal's arms, inserting cannula's and IV's all while Sal just sat and helplessly watched, tears streaming down his face. He sat for what felt like an eternity watching his love cling to life,

"Ok, he's stable for now, lets get him to hospital now" A paramedic said, working with the other to lift him from the treehouse. Sal smiled knowing that Larry could live through it. He scrambled down the tree trunk to see the paramedics strapping Larry into a trolley and loading him onto the ambulance, he ran to meet them, 

"Please can I come with you? I can't leave him!" 

"Are you family?" 

"No... I'm his boyfriend"

The paramedic looked to the other wanting an answer, she nodded her head. Sally scrambled into the ambulance and sat on the chair next to the stretcher. He leant over and took Larry's cold hand, it had a cannula in but he didn't care, he just wanted to be close to him. The ambulance drove off once it was fully loaded. On the drive there, Sal tried to focus on the questions the paramedic asked but he couldn't. He just kept his eyes on Larry, waiting for the slightest movement. Alarms blared out, the forgotten beep of the HR monitor flatlined, 

"He's crashing! Put your foot down!"

The paramedic jumped from his seat and started to preform chest compressions. Sal sat watching everything good about his life slip away in front of him...

"Larry..."

Sorry it's short but AAAA. Oh nu Larry! I'm crying from just writing that...