My Only Insanity *Shoey Fan fiction*

Chapter 17: SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!

{Shanes Pov}

{If you have ever heard the song 'Baby don't cut' that's what this chapter is sorta based off of.}

I found myself sitting straight up in bed. I felt like I just woke up, even though my eyes were, or atleast I think so. I looked around, and decided to get dressed. Where is Joey? Maybe the bathroom?

I finished getting dressed and pulled on my converse. I styled my quiff enough. As I passed the bathroom door to get to the doorway. I heard sobbing from the bathroom.

Joey was sobbing.

I beat my fist on the door.

Shane: Joey! Are you okay?!

Joey stayed silent.

Shane: Joey!

I heard his quiet sobbing again. I back up and hit my shoulder against the locked door multiple times. I couldn't find the bobby pin anywhere, so it must be with Joey.

I finally got the door open, and saw Joey in only his underwear, sitting on the side of the tub facing the door, with a towel mopping at his legs. Blood ran in large drops down to the floor.

Shane: Joey!

Joey: It wasn't supposed to bleed this much!

Joey cried, his arms shaky in weak. I tried mopping at the blood with the towel, but the more I mopped it the more it appeared. I watch joeys eyes roll to the back of his head than back, falling in and out of consciousness repeatedly.

Joey: Shane... I love you...

He fell back, and I caught him. Tears fell down my cheeks.

Shane: SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!

Then I actually woke up. I felt around myself, making sure I was actually here.

I ran to the bathroom, and Joey was soaking wet, drying himself off and crying as he struggled to put dry clothes on himself.

Shane: Joey!

I ran and held him, my face sinking into his neck, his voice cracked.

Joey: You're crazy. You're really crazy.

Joey mumbled to himself, but I knew he was talking to me. I grabbed his face gently in my hands.

Shane: No.

I kissed his cheek gently.

Shane: No.

I kissed the other one.

Shane: No.

I kissed his forehead.

Shane: No.

I kissed his lips, and guilt rushed into me. I remembered what happened.

Joey: You... You're, you're a monster.

I shook my head.

Shane: no! It won't happen again! I just got jealous, that's all! I cant loose you again.

I pleaded, my arms shaking with fear of him leaving me.

Joey looked down at his feet.

Joey:...okay. But if it happens again-

Shane: It won't!

I held him in my arms again. He laid his head on my shoulder.

Shane: You're so precious, so gentle and fragile. I'm sorry. I love you. I'm so sorry.

My voice cracked and fell and rised.

Joey: It's okay. I'm sorry.

Shane: Let's get you dressed.

He leaned his weight against the sink as I got his pants around his ankles, and pulled them up by the belt loops to his waist. I buttoned them carefully from behind him. I slid on his shirt and I helped him blow dry his hair.

He slid on his Sperrys.

I started to sob.

Joey: No, no, no, Shane. See? I'm fine. No harm done, it's okay.

I shook my head.

Shane: No, it's not okay. I'm not okay. I'm so guilty.

All of the sudden Dan and Phil came bursting through the door.

Phil: What are you both doing in here?

Phil asked, and I hope he wouldn't noticed the red in my face.

But he did. It's his job.

Phil: Oh Shane, what's wrong? Are you okay? Have you been crying?

Shane: No no! I just, hit my foot... On the coffee table.

{It hurts more than expected}

Phil looked at me suspiciously but decided to drop it, which was strange.

Dan: Well, we better get your two to breakfast.

Dan and Phil led us down the hall, me pushing Joeys wheelchair.