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It's day three at the hospital. Day two Dallon woke up to me holding his hand. He freaked out and had to be sedated. When he woke up again he had a panic attack because of a nightmare. The Doctors are talking to me about having him sent to a mental institution. I do not want sent to a mental institution. He's not crazy he's just scared.

I sit against the wall just in case Dallon's still having symptoms of PTSD. While I'm waiting for him to wake up I message Zack and tell him what the doctors are saying. "Brendon?" I look up in shock, "Dallon?" "Can you come here?" Dallon asks. I get up and walk over to him. "Help me," Dallon says. A tear runs down his cheek. "Can I?" I ask pointing to his bed. He nods his head. I climb into the bed I wrap my arms around him.

Dallon starts shaking. "It's not real," I tell him, "I know what happened." "What do you mean?" He asks. "The messages... Between you and Mikey," I say. "H-He's right. About everything," Dallon admits. "No he's not! You didn't lie about getting raped. I was there with you when you got the rape kit done. And you're not any of those names he called you," I say.

"But when we first started talking to each other I was acting like a whore," Dallon says with tears streaming down his face. "I knew you were joking," I say, "I know the real you. I probably know you better than you know yourself. And what I do know about you is when you're joking and when you're serious. When we first started talking you weren't being a whore. You were trying to make me laugh." "But I was texting about jacking off to you while you had a girlfriend. And that's what caused you and her to breakup. He should've added that I'm a home wrecker," Dallon says.

"No. Don't you dare start calling yourself this stuff. Mikey was drunk and mad. I'm sober and in love with you. You can trust me more than him. I would never lie to you. You are not any of those names. You are beautiful, funny, nice, and you deserve to live. You don't deserve what happened to you and you don't deserve to be called those names." I wipe Dallon's tears. "W-Where's Knox?" He asks. "With Zack," I tell him. "Can I see him?" Dallon asks. "Maybe once we get you out of here. Are you feeling any better?" I ask. "Well I'm not thinking about swallowing another bottle of pills if that counts." "It does," I say, "Let me go talk to the doctor. I'll be right back."

I exit the room and walk up to the nurses station where Dallon's Doctor is working. "Excuse me? Doctor Sloan? I think Dallon is starting to do better," I say. He looks up to me and says, "We called a crisis worker. They will have a chat with Dallon and decided if he's safe enough to go home or if he should be sent to a mental institution." "Oh," really? It has to be up to someone who doesn't know him at all? Why can't they just trust me?

I walk back to Dallon's hospital room. When I open the door I see that he's curled up in a ball. "You okay?" I ask. "How do I get the flashbacks to stop?" He asks in a shaky voice. "Focus on me. Don't think about what happened. Look at me. Don't let thoughts of Gerard get in your head. Think about me. And Knox. Think about going home and being together as a family again," I tell him. His breathing went from really fast and now it's slowing down. "I wish I could see Knox," Dallon says. "You will be able to as long as you can prove to the crisis worker that you are safe enough to come home," I say.

After calming Dallon down we turn on the TV and watch Criminal Minds. Around noon I leave Dallon to go to the cafeteria. I pick up some sandwiches, chips, cookies, and milk. Then I walk back into the room. I hand Dallon his food. And we start eating. While we're eating a lady walks into the room. She introduces herself, "Hi my name's Lindsey and I'm the crisis worker. You're Daylon right?" She asks Dallon. "Dallon," we both correct her at the same time. "Sorry. Dallon. I'm not very good at pronouncing names," she says. "It's fine," Dallon tells her.

"Okay Dallon I'm going to ask you some questions. They are going to help us figure out where you need to go from here," Lindsey says. Dallon nods his head. "Alright first question. Why did you take an entire bottle of Zoloft?" "I was having really bad PTSD and I just wanted it to stop," Dallon answers. "So you weren't trying to kill yourself?" Lindsey asks. "That wasn't my intention but I knew that if I did die I wouldn't care." My heart sinks when he says that. "But I don't feel that way anymore. I have a family that I would hate to have left behind. That makes me smile.

"What if your PTSD gets bad again?" Lindsey asks. "I have Brendon. If my PTSD gets bad again he'll be there to help me." "What if he's busy?" "No matter how busy I am I will drop everything to help Dallon," I interrupt. "Then why didn't You help him this last time?" She asks. "I did! I just couldn't get to him fast enough," I say defensively. "Okay then what if he can't get there fast enough," Lindsey asks Dallon. "I'll wait for him. I'm not insane. I don't repeat the same thing expecting a different result. I'll wait for Brendon to get there and help me," Dallon says. Lindsey smiles.

"So if I send you home will you stay safe?" She asks. "Yes," Dallon tells her. "And there's nothing dangerous you have access to? You don't have anything you're planning?" "Nope," Dallon says. "Okay I think you're good to go home. I'll talk to the doctor. And I hope I never see you in here again," Lindsey says. "Me too." And with that Lindsey leaves. Finally. I go over to Dallon and hug him. "I love you," I tell him. "I love you too," he says.

We go back to watching TV until the doctor comes in and discharges Dallon. Then we wait for a nurse to come and remove his IV and the blood pressure cuff. Dallon then gets up and gets changed out of the hospital gown. I help him untie it. Then he gets dressed and we leave.

Our first stop on the way home is Zack and Kala's place so we can pick up Knox. I texted Zack ahead of time to tell him we were coming so he could pack Knox's stuff. Once we get there we knock on the door. Knox opens it and screams happily, "Dad, daddy! You're back!" Dallon picks him up and hugs him. "I'm sorry we were gone so long," Dallon says, "I was sick and had to go to the hospital." "Never leave again! Promise!" Knox says sticking his pinky out. "We promise," Dallon says sticking his pinky out. "I promise," I tell him, "now let's go home."