Heaven On The Brain

I watch you decay

Pogo's P.O.V:

FUCK! This wasn't meant to happen! I eventually burst down the door with my boot to find Zim collapsed in the corner, smothered in blood. His eyes were rolling and his fingers were twitching. My heart dropped and I rushed to scoop him up in my arms.

I hurried out the door and yelled for Manson to get in the car. I needed someone to drive me to the hospital while I kept an eye on Zim. Twiggy and Manson rushed outside and Twiggy's face faded white. "What happened?" He said softly. "What the fuck do you think?!" Manson yelled, grabbing Twiggy's hand and pulling him into the front passengers seat. We all climbed into the black limo thar didn't even belong to us and sped to the nearest hospital. Manson didn't know where he was going but he attempted to follow signs. I held my hand tight over Zim's wrist to try to stop the bleeding. I reached down and kissed his forehead. I was such a fucking idiot! I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to him.
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Finally we had arrived. It was a tall, white building and the dreary weather just made it seem daunting. I leaped out the car with Zim Zum in my arms. Twiggy followed after me while Manson found a place to park.

We practically ran to the doors and I kicked them open. Zim was now unconscious and I was trying my best to keep it together. We walked to the reception desk and I took a deep breath. "My friend slit his wrist." I said, panicked. "Can you tell me his name?" The useless lady said, seeming too bored to give any fucks that my baby was bleeding to death. "His name is Zim- Timothy! Timothy Linton!" She nodded but I was feeling frantic and impatient. "Look, woman, he's in a real bad state. Can't you get a doctor out here?" She looked up to me with blank eyes. "Go sit down and wait your turn. I'll get a doctor as quick as I can." She pointed to a gathering of chairs in the corner of the room. I grunted but there was nothing I could do.

We sat in the waiting room, earning some disgusted stares from an old couple and a mother and child. I scowled at them and they quickly looked away. I cradled Zim in my arms and Twiggy just sat there twiddling his thumbs and swinging his legs with a worried expression.

"This is taking too long!" I complained. "He's gonna fucking bleed out at this rate!" Suddenly three doctor burst through the door. "Timothy Linton?" They called out and I nodded, Twiggy and I quickly stood up. "Follow me." The oldest looking doctor asked. We hurriedly followed behind as they took us to a patient room.

I lied Zimmy down on the white bed with no sheets and stared at the doctors. Twiggy stood against the wall, just watching from a distance. "How did this happen?" The doctor asked. "He...uhh...I found him in the bathroom with a razor blade next to him!" I informed, not mentioning the cocaine bag that was also lying next to him. "Okay. I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave while I sort out his wrist." The doctor informed. His face was also blank, obviously dim mined like the rest of em in here. "I'm not leaving him like this!" I almost yelled. "I'm sorry but it's the rules-" the fucking rules? Yeah no chance I was leaving my baby in the hands of these fucking idiots. "You either let me stay in here or I'll take him home and stitch him myself!" I growled and they all looked at eachother before agreeing that I could stay.

I painfully watched as the doctor next took his arm and began to wipe off the majority of the blood with some sort of special liquid and a cloth. They then took their tools and passed them to, what I assumed, was the head doctor. I squinted as they used a needle to start stitching up his deep wound whilst another guy checked his heartbeat and pulse. Twiggy was standing there, wide eyed like he had just witnessed a car crash. This wasn't meant to happen...
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After half an hour and many stitches later, they had finished. I had been informed that they were going to inject Zim with some sort of hydration formula that would help him wake up naturally. Apparently he had simply fainted from blood loss and his state wasn't fatal.