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hold on///03 >

///relapse- a sign you're
healing & moving
on\\\

///shorter chapter, mostly angst
filled with a bit of fluff
at the end\\\

///this is the last part\\\

-hold on///krii7y
chapt. 03/03
(trigger warning)

         after 10 minutes waiting for john to come out & join me watching the comedy we picked out 20 minutes prior, i start to worry. it's been a week since we went to the doctors to get his stitches out & thankfully his medication has been working really well for him, he's happier & more motivated to record & edit videos, even in his personal life but him taking so long & also not answering my text? all that panic & worry comes back from that horrible day, i can't help but think about what happened two weeks prior- what i saw.

         i sit there for another minute contemplating whether or not to see if he's okay but those images start to replay in my mind, so fast & vividly, i can't take it- the uncertainty, i get up & walk up the stairs, my phone in hand ready to call- just in case. i knock on the door, the sound echos a little,

         "john? can- can i come in?" i say but now unsure whether to open the door or wait for a reply. i didn't realize i was holding my breathe but when i hear his reply i let it out slowly,

         "c-come in." he says just barely loud enough for it to pass through the door, he sounds so broken & at this point i'm very worried.

         i open the door to the sight of john sitting on the floor, back against the wall, knees against his chest, arms wrapped around them tightly, head on top them, & even from here i can tell he's shaking violently.

         i walk towards him making sure i don't move to fast to startle him, i sit in front of him but still giving him space.

         i spend the next 10 minutes sitting, but eventually moving next to him, trying to calm him down & try to get him explain what happened. when he has calm down enough; not shaking as hard, he raises his head up but not making eye contact with me, he moves his wrists against his chest & that's when i see a darker line on his jeans & a flash of a red stain on his sweatshirt arm where his wrist is, my heartrate speeds up but i collect myself & ask,

         "john, can i please see your wrist?" i ask gently, voice low. he shakes his head,

         "n-no ju- they are f-fine, it's fine." he stumbles out but at this point i think it's for himself more then me. i sigh softly,

         "i know you don't like this but if you hurt yourself i need to see it. now." i'm still gentle with my words but i add more intensity to the last part. he bites his lip then puts out his arm, wrist down, still looking at the floor. i very gently hold his hand then flip his arm over so i can see his wrist. there's differently blood on the sweatshirt. i pull up his sleeve to reveal that he somehow managed to reopen one of the three wounds on his right wrist,

         "we need to go to the hospital." i state, he shakes his head & tries to pull his arm away but i hold it, "john, you know i can't heal a wound like that, we need to go." i say, again gently but with intensity. he stars to shake a little,

         "n-no it's not that bad...we- you can.." he stops for a moment & sighs.

"i'll be able to stay with you through the entire way. every single step i'll be there. i'll make sure your okay, nothing will happen to you. i swear." i say then at the end i pull him in a hug, he holds my shirt tightly, shaking a little, head in the crook of my neck. we sit there hugging for a moment but i pull away,

         "come on we need to get that fixed." i say as i help him up & out to the car, but before i do i grab a rag, both of our wallets & phones.

         i have him hold the rag to the wound tightly, to stop its bleeding, it's not as deep since it honestly looks like he just reopened it & not cut it open.

         we reach the hospital, i check him in & thankfully since he is bleeding a good amount we get sent right to a room with a nurse there waiting for us. john sits between my legs, my arms wrapped around his larger figure, chin on his shoulder as we sit there for 10 minutes as the nurse stitches the gash together but this time she use dissolvable stitches, thankfully.

         30 minutes later we are now sitting on the couch. Both us changed into comfy, lazy clothes, john wrapped in a fluffy blanket holding his favorite tea, sitting on my lap, my arms wrapped around him. i whisper sweet little nothings in his ear & before we know it we are both asleep on the couch, the movie playing quietly in the background.

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