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by takinyoutohell

by takinyoutohell

Christian pov

I quickly turned on the shower as Clinton placed his little brother in the shower Iv never seen Clint cry before it hurt. "He tried to kill himself." I mumbled as Clint patted his face trying to wake him up. "What?" He said looking up at me. "Yah he had a gun to his head, I got him to stop but..." I looked down at him knowing that my attempt was useless.
We moved out of the way for the professional as we changed out of our wet clothes and headed to the hospital.
"What could of possibly triggered this." Clint mumbled as I starred out of the window. "You said not again, has he done this before?" I turned down the radio.
"Yah about a half year ago, he overdosed on ketamine and acid, but he didn't do it on purpose, he went to a party, and actually that's where his drug addiction started." Clinton stated without making eye contact with me.
I remained quiet as I got out quickly and headed into the hospital with Clinton trailing behind me.
"We're looking for Mitchel Cave."
I said with tears clouding my vision. I looked back at Clinton as they led us down the long maze of hallways. It was almost like he was in a different world you could tell him mind wasn't here.
"God damnit Mitchel." Clinton spat as I placed my hand on Clint's chest to stop his rage.
Mitchel just laid there awake with a sad expression. I couldn't tell if he was sad he overdosed or that he didn't take enough to actually kill him.
"I...I don't remember anything...Clinton." He stuttered as Clinton got up.
"Where are you going?" I asked as Clinton walked towards the rooms exit.
"I'm going to flush all your god damn drugs, Mitchel do you think about anyone else, how your drug use has a affect on not just you but me and pat and everybody around you." Clinton said in a harsh but caring way. Mitchel didn't say anything as his eyes gazed away from his big brother.
"So you don't remember anything?" I said making sure, he knew I didn't like him. He nodded slowly as he closed his eyes slowly.
I grabbed his hand slowly I felt like it was the nice thing to do.
It took him a minute but he intertwined our fingers as I took a sigh of relief. Our fingers fit together like a puzzle piece, but in every 15,000 piece puzzle there was one piece missing, but I couldn't tell what it was.
I started to drift off to sleep but a doctor came in and woke both of us up Mitty shook his hand out of mine and sat up a little.
"You're lucky you have friends like them." I looked around to see Clint, pat and Jesse. Shit I thought to myself I didn't know if I was gonna get shit from them for holding his hand even thought that's the last of our problems.
"Since you are a minor you have to have a legal Guardian to sign the discharge paperwork." Clint stood up.
"I'm calling dad." He spoke quickly as a scared look came over his face.
"No please, Clinton please call auntie not dad please." He begged as Clinton grabbed his phone and exited the room. He turned his face away from everyone as I watched a tears start to roll down his cheeks. I signaled to everyone that I needed to talk to him alone.
"Mitchel please don't cry." I mumbled as he rolled his eyes.
"Shut up loser." He snapped as a smile appeared on my face. "Glad to see You're feeling a bit better." That earned a little laugh from him.
"Could you fill me in Clinton said you're the one who found me." Mitchel adjusted himself in the bed.
"Uh you want the real story or one that's gonna make you feel better?" I raised my eyebrows as he rolled his eyes.
"Uh I guess you were tripping on acid and you kept talking about voices, and how you had to kill yourself." I said with a hard swallow.
"W...what." He mumbled.
"Yah you were gonna Kill your self." I whispered as I stood at the end of his hospital bed.
"Oh I remember some." He said with hurt in his voice.
"Clint and I didn't hook up in the car." I stated as he tilted his head in confusion.
"Uh why not, that's what you wanted, you like him." Mitchel sat up a little more as I starred at the ground.
"We're were gonna get it on but I kinda moaned your name." I looked up at his face as I searched for a response but his face was just blank.
"Oh." He mumbled with no facial expressions what so ever.
Clinton and the boys came back in ending our conversation as a taller man entered the room.
"Mitchel...I don't know what to say." The guy walked to his side as Mitty pulled his knees to his chest.
"Could you just sign the papers please." He mumbled as he took a seat next to him.
"No...not until I understand why you apparently have a drug addiction." Mitchel shot a dirty look at Clinton as sorry was written all over Clint's face.
"Because I'm confused dad, that's why." He said with a little anger mixed with hurt in his voice.
"Confused about what, we're all here to help you Mitchel." His dad tried to be gentle as possible but I knew the reason and I knew he wasn't gonna tell his dad.
"Do you know how hard it is to grow up in this day and age, Dad you don't, and you've known about my depression and anxiety since I was 11 mom would try to take to me therapy but you thought it would hurt your fucking ego, so I know I have no choice but to take drugs to feel at least a little okay." He snapped as he dad stood up in shock but you could easily tell everything that Mitchel just said was true.
"I'll sign the papers." He mumbled and left as silence filled the room.

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Okay okay give me chance to explain lol