WARNING!!!:
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SELF HARM AND UNDERAGE DRINKING. READERS HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Drake's POV:
As I sat on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling. I haven't ate in days and my stomach is killing me. I can feel the growling in my head. Speaking of my head is constantly hurting. I reach for the bottle of vodka that I found in Nightmares room. I sigh when it's empty and go to search the room for another. When I get up the world spins and I rush to the bathroom, vomiting up whatever was left in my stomach. A soft knock sounds and I staggered to the door, "Go away." The knocking continues, "Go away!" I yell, reverting the action immediately. Another knock sounds and I open the door a crack and see some people who I haven't seen in a while, "D-Dads?" I ask as I open the door. "It's us son, it's us." I fall into their arms and start crying, "Dad I've missed you! How did you get here?" I ask and look up to see me hugging a pillar, "It wasn't real, none of it was." I say heart broken. I return to the room and find a small knife under Nightmares bed. "Why can't I just be happy? Why can't I just return to those I love?" I say as I push the knife to my arm, letting the blood color my grey fur a full crimson. It hurts but it doesn't matter. If I dust, then I wont be a problem. I feel light as the blood pours out my wrist, curious I taste the liquid. It tastes metallic, like a penny. More blood seeps out of the wound and I hear the door open, "Drake are y- DRAKE!" I hear before it goes dark.
Nightmares POV:
I go to check up on Drake and see the door open a bit, "Maybe he wants to talk now?" I know it's been days since he's eaten and the plate of food I left last night was sitting there untouched. I push open the door and see him sitting there, blood surrounding him, "Drake!" I yell and he collapsed onto the ground, "FUCK! DUST, KILLER, CROSS GET IN HERE!" I scream for them as I pull a bit of cloth off the robe and tie it around his arm, "Okay, try to stop the bleeding. Next, get help, fuck what help though." Cross enters the room and I turn to him, "I need you to do something I'd never ask unless it's deadly, contact the star Sans'." I say and he runs to find them, "Tell the others as well!" I yell, "Damn you Drake, why did you do this?" A portal opens and Ink, Dream, and the Judge steps out. Dream takes Drake from me and I growl, "Don't touch him!" Dream backs away and Judge stepped forward. "Nightmare, let me see him." She says and I hesitate before giving him to her, "If he dies, I will kill you all." I say and she nods, "I'll stay here, Dream leave before you die. Ink get me some food, it looks like he hasn't eaten in days." Ink takes Dream back to the tree and returns with a plate of food. "Nightmare, what went on before this? Did you have anything to do with this?" The Judge asked and I shake my head, "I know he was depressed after your meeting and came in here to take a shower. He locked the door and refused to let anyone come in." I say and she shakes her head, "Of course, stupid fucking goat is stubborn as hell." She mutters and heals him, "He'll live, but make sure that he eats, he's damn near starved himself." She comments and leaves. I sit there holding Drake. Then I start hurting, "What the hell? I ask as I feel something new, it's a feeling that makes me nervous. I set Drake on the bed and walk out, making sure that he can't lock the door.
Drake's POV:
I wake up and I notice the bandage covering my arm. I look and see the healing scar, "I can't believe I did that, I'm so fucking stupid." I chastised myself and I hear a voice, "You're not stupid. You have a lot going on, you have a reason but you don't tell anyone." I look and see Nightmare standing at the foot of his bed staring down at me. "You need to eat, you haven't for about 3 days." He says and walks twords me with a plate of mac and cheese, stake, and a small bar of chocolate. "I'm not hungry." I scoff and he looks at me, almost on cue my stomach growls from the smell of the food. "Fuck" I groan as Nightmare sits next to me, "Not what your stomach says. Now sit back and eat." He says as he grabs a small fork full of the cheesy goodness, "Open up, don't make me make you eat. It doesn't end well." He says and I open my mouth, forkful of cheese and shells. "Thank you." I say and Nightmare replies, "For what?" Almost emotionless, "For letting me stay here, dealing with my shit, not killing me, nursing me back to health, etc." I say and he sets the fork down, "You don't have to thank me, it's my pleasure to help you." I look at him, "But I want to, it's not your job to tak-" I'm cut off by his teeth pressing against my mouth in a kiss.
