You Are Not Alone {A Loki/Avengers Fanfiction}

5.

After Bruce kicked everyone out of the room he did everything to save the life of the God. Loki had tried to kill himself through cutting open his wrists, and first Bruce wasn't sure if he was able to keep him alive.

The others were waiting in the living room, Thor walked up and down the room with a fearful expression on his face. No one spoke a word. Only the footsteps of the thunderer interrupted the silence forming in the room, and everyone followed their own thoughts.

As the door was opened everyone turned their head to Bruce standing in the doorway. His sleeves were bloodstained and his face looked exhausted.
"Is he...?", Thor whispered and Bruce answered "He's alright. But we have to get him a new room, I am not doing this a second time. He didn't only open his wrists but also some older wounds on his chest. That was pretty complicated, and I was nearly losing him... So we should get him a room without any blades if that's possible."

"I want to talk to him!" the God said and Fury nodded. "Me too. I would like to know the reason for all of this."
Bruce, who had walked over to the others and sat down on the couch, stated: "I guess you will have to wait until he's awake again. Right now he's unconscious, but I told Jarvis to inform us as soon as he wakes up."

Fury sighed and stood up. "Well, I guess I have to stay here until I can talk to him. Not that I don't trust you, but leaving you alone with him seems too dangerous."
"Alright" Tony answered, "Looks like my tower is turning into some kind of hotel then. I think we should go to sleep now, who knows when reindeer games will wake up..."

Thor didn't sleep well that night. He had a nightmare in which his little brother jumped off a building and he, Thor, had to watch him but couldn't do anything to hold Loki back.
At five in the morning he awoke and decided to look after the injured one.

The hallway was still dark and the God couldn't see that much, but somehow he made his way to the medical room.
The room itself wasn't as dark as the hallway. Over the door a small lamp was spending enough light so Thor could see everything around him.
The plate with food was still standing on the bedside table next to the hospital bed, the food on it untouched. Slowly and as quiet as possible Thor sneaked up to his little brother.
The younger God had curled up himself under the blanket, laying there in a fetal position and slightly shaking. His face was even paler than usual and the dark circles under his eyes showed how tired and weakened he was. Thor noticed the two bandages around his thin wrists and carefully touched the hand of his brother. It was ice cold.

Bruce poured some coffee into his cup and looked outside the kitchen window. It was getting colder and last night the first snow this year came. The sky was pitch black but the lights of the city illuminated the streets.
"Sir, Mr. Laufeyson just woke up."
Bruce winced and spilled a bit of his coffee on the floor. "Jarvis, don't scare me like that..."
Sighing he wiped the liquid off the ground and then went to the medical room.