Sapphire Sins (Sallary)

12<Gray Tones>12

Sal sighed, leaning on Larry as the feeling in his leg numbed every so often. The bluenette adjusted, then simply got up and left the room. Larry looked at the door, confused before getting up and following him into the bathroom.

"What's wrong? You keep moving, you can't get comfortable, and that leg seems to really be bothering you. And don't give me that 'I'm fine, it's nothing' bullshit." Larry said firmly, leaning against the bathroom door.

"I-I don't know. I don't know what's happening.. my keeps going numb, like I-I can't feel it anymore.." Sal replied, tears blurring his vision. Larry decided to forget everything about the cult, and realized he needed to take Sal to the hospital.

...

"And why didn't you take him to the hospital when you found him?" The nurse asked angrily.

"We aren't sure. I was told by a group of people it was best to treat him at home.. can you help him?" Larry asked with a distressed expression.

"We'll try. No promises. He won't need the leg removed, but there could've been permanent damage done, since you didn't take him to the hospital." The nurse replied with a small frown. Larry shook his head and slammed his hands down onto the table.

"Don't you dare say that. No... no there has to be a way to be make sure he'll come out ok." Larry growled out.

"Sir, please calm down." The nurse replied, sighing. "He could just have a limp for the rest of his life- or things could get really bad and he could have lead poisoning. We won't know till we get imaging done and tests come back. Until then, please, for the tenth time go sit down." She demanded, staring Larry in the eyes with a menacing glare.

Larry sighed then complied and walked back to a seat in the waiting room. He slumped in his seat, chewing at his nails while waiting.

...

Finally, after what seemed like forever to Larry, a doctor walked over to him.

"Mr. Fisher?" He asked. Larry shook his head.

"That's my boyfriend." He replied

"Oh! Sorry, you must be... ah, here it is; Mr. Johnson, correct?" The doctor smiled.

"Yup... how is he?" Larry questioned with a concerned expression.

"He is doing ok. Has he ever- I don't know, mentioned the trauma to his face? He was very sensitive about the topic so we figured we better ask a second party." The doctor, DR. Grimshaw, asked.

"Yeah... I don't see how that matters here, but yeah. Dog attack, very traumatic, killed his mom. Why?" Larry's Sikes, eyeing the doctor suspiciously.

"Well, some files never transferred from New Jersey and Sal refused to talk about it. But they are related- you see, he isn't seeing a therapist. Or a physiologist. And he hasn't refilled his depression or anxiety medication in three months- he should be refilling them every month. I feel that all these events, happening at such a young age, are really taking a toll on young Sal." Grimshaw said, sighing.

"What're you implying, doctor?" Larry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What I'm implying, is that he needs help before he snaps, Mr. Johnson." Grimshaw glared. Larry stood up, towering over the 5'5 doctor.

"Sal? Snap? Fuck off. Don't tickle yourself, he's one of the only people I think won't end up snapping." Larry growled out.

"Calm down Mr. Johnson, your crazy is showing itself." The doctor said in a condescending voice.

"Calm down? Coming from the man that just called day boyfriend crazy? I'd call you mental but I really wanna see him. So please, doc. Lead the way." Larry spat out. Grimshaw nodded with a shit-eating grin and lead Larry down a hallway.

They entered a normal room- two seats and a bed. Sal was in one of the seats, no mask, hiding his face with his hair.

"Sal!" Larry exclaimed, running over and pulling Sal into a hug. Sal smiled a bit and hugged back, sighing into Larry's hair. "Are you ok?" Larry asked, culling the smaller males cheek.

"Mhm... everything went fine." Sal said. The doctor then left the room and the bluenette grabbed his boyfriend shoulders desperately. "They did something.. I don't know what. But it wasn't for my leg. They drew blood, they gave me a shot, I don't feel good... I don't feel right. They did something to me, Larry..." Sal said.

"Hey, woah, it's ok.. make it for just a few more minutes then we can haul ass out of here." Larry replied, studying the frightened face of the boy in front of him.

This wasn't going to be easy.

A/N
Sorry for the wait, I was with her all daaaaaaay. :)
And I really feel like this story is dead. Like people don't enjoy it. Idk.

I really do hope you enjoyed this though. I have something huge planned- you won't expect the ending at all >:3

Have a great day!
~Anna