requested: nope summary: Jaeden needs a little help from Wyatt to be reminded how much he is loved and wanted. warnings: angst. (honestly all i know how to write oops) language. suicide.
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Wyatt was already on his way over to Jaeden's house when he got the call. He was about two minutes from Jaeden's street, take out bags sitting in the passenger seat while he drove, deciding to be the thoughtful boyfriend he was and surprise Jaeden with food and a nice night together.
After the call those thoughts of what the night would be soon disappeared as panic took their place.
It was an unusual call, one that left Wyatt filled with worry.
Jaeden had called Wyatt unexpectedly telling him that he loved him and how much Wyatt had meant to him. Wyatt wouldn't have thought much about it, but the sniffles and broken sobs Jaeden was trying to cover up were what sent Wyatt into his panic filled state.
He sped up and got to Jaeden's as quickly as possible, making it there in record time.
He quickly forgot about the food in the passenger seat as he rushed out of his car, fumbling with his pockets to get the spare key Jaeden had gifted him a few months ago when the relationship had gotten more serious.
He unlocked the door and immediately started searching around for Jaeden.
He searched the main floor first, not finding Jaeden anywhere before he started heading upstairs.
"Baby?"
The fear could easily be heard in his voice as he spoke.
The sounds of Jaeden's cries could be heard even though he would have missed it if he didn't listen close enough.
Wyatt had now realized that Jaeden was in the upstairs bathroom.
He didn't waste anymore time getting to the door, shaking the knob that wouldn't open due to being locked from the inside.
"Jae, let me in. It's Wyatt."
When the only response he got was broken whimpers, he got more scared, adrenaline running through his body at a new speed.
"Jaeden, I swear to God if I have to break this fucking door down, I will."
A couple more seconds passed before the lock turned and the door opened up revealing a very exhausted and broken looking Jaeden.
Jaeden immediately ran into Wyatt's arms, wanting to hug the person he loved most one last time. What's done is already done.
"I love you, I love you so much"
Wyatt didn't hesitate to reciprocate the hug, letting out a shaky, relieved sigh.
He finally pulled back, keeping his hands on Jaeden's shoulders, looking straight into his eyes.
"I love you too. What's going on? What happene-"
He cut his sentence short when he noticed Jaeden's eyes struggling to stay open, and going in and out of focus.
"Are you okay, baby, what's wrong?"
His eyes scanned the rest of the room, and in that moment did the finally notice the orange pill bottle on the floor that was completely empty, and the lid in Jaeden's hands.
Jaeden then, not being able to fight anymore, went dead weight against Wyatt's body, Wyatt now holding all his weight.
"Fuck."
Wyatt carefully laid Jaeden's body on the cold, tiled floor, his mind racing for possible solutions of what he could possibly do next.
He was so confused. Why did he do it? Did he not feel loved? All Wyatt knew in that second was that he loved him enough to not let him die and he would do anything to prevent it.
After a few seconds of sorting out his thoughts and staring blankly around the room, he finally snapped out of it.
"Do not leave me!"
He grabbed Jaeden's head and placed it on his lap where they were both seated on the floor.
He panicked, realizing he left his phone in the car.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I don't know what else to do." he cried silently, tears falling down his face at a quick pace, wishing he was just in a bad dream.
He sat his unconscious boyfriend up, holding his weight with both arms while dragging Jaeden carefully toward the toilet.
He inserted his fingers into the back of Jaeden's throat, grimacing, trying to get Jaeden to throw the pills back up. It sounds gruesome, and it is, but what else was he supposed to do. If he went to get his phone, called an ambulance then waited for it to arrive, it might've been too late.
Jaeden coughed violently after a few seconds, Wyatt facing him toward the toilet and letting him get it all out despite Jaeden's protests.
"Why couldn't you just let me die? Can't you see I didn't want to be saved?" Jaeden screamed after catching his breath. He was still out of it, wavering in and out of consciousness.
Wyatt didn't mind the screaming, pulling Jaeden to his chest, just happy he got him breathing.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" Wyatt breathed, still terrified from the whole situation. "Were you just going to leave me? I love you so much. I don't want you to ever feel like you are not wanted here, especially when I'm here with you."
He placed Jaeden's head directly on his chest, right where his heart is located. "Do you hear that? Can you feel it? If you're scared to feel anything else, just feel my heart beating.. Fast, isn't it? Well, that's what happens when yours stops."
•karen• you seriously don't understand how much I hate this. i'm sorry. 😬
