Waking up in the hospital is never fun. Waking up in the hospital and everyone knowing everything is even more not fun. Like Pete said, he was still there. The jacket I once wore was long forgotten and my arms were on full display. When Pete was staring, I hid my arms under the blanket when he looked a way for a moment. Him seeing my dirty little secret made me uncomfortable.

I had been conscious for three hours when the doctors finally came in to tell me what the hell happened. Apparently, the dickwad was choking me, and I lost oxygen and started to pass out. When he dropped me, I hit my head hard on the floor and started to bleed. When they brought me here, the determined that I had a concussion, bruised ribs and a hair line fracture to my ankle.

They asked Pete to leave when they began to ask more questions. Soon they asked me questions like, “how long have you been doing this to yourself?” and things of such nature. I straight up said, “fuck off.”

“Kid, look if you don’t the help that’s fine. If you want to be dead within 6 months, that’s fine too, but if you want a chance to have whatever future you want with the young man that has been by your side for the week you have been out cold, then you need help.”

“I was out a week?”

“Yes. We had you sedated until the large amount of swelling in your brain went away. We also had a feeding tube in you; it is going to be put back in this afternoon. They took it out for a bit so you wouldn’t wake up and rip it out and hurt yourself.”

“Oh.”

“Kid, when we undressed you, we saw practically every bone in your body. You need to seek help, and soon. If you continue on this way, your body will start to shut down, and you will die. Especially if you do not get help within the next three months. Within 3 months, if you do not improve, your kidneys will begin to fail, which means you will have to be connected to a dialysis machine. Then, your liver, lungs and heart will fail. It will be a painful death, and very slow.”

“Okay.”

“ So, either the feeding tube goes in voluntary, or it goes in anyways and you don’t get a say. I suggest the easier way, its less traumatizing.”

“What if I say no.”

“Your parents already said to do what ever is needed in order to make you well. This is one of those things we are going to do.”

“You cant do that.”

“I can and I will. Your friend out there knows all that we do, your parents told him everything. Do you want me to tell him that you refused treatment?”

“No.”

“Then, you will do this the easy way. Nurse Jackson, please prep a feeding tube insertion.”

“Will do.” She said before walking out.

Once the doctor walked out of the room, I ripped off the things connected to me. There was no way in hell they were keeping me here. Once I was cordless, I got out of the bed. I swayed a lot, but I made do. By now, the alarms connected to the machines started to go off. Sprinting away as fast as I could, I made my get away. Running down the hallway, I took the stairs out. I had no clue where I was, but I was going to find the way out. Hiding out in the stairwell, I tried to catch my breath. My chest was tightening and I couldn’t breathe. Instead of freaking out more, I tried to go down more stairs. Hearing voices, I went to go back up when I lost my footing and went tumbling down. By then, I heard distant voices and saw darkness once again. Fuck.




The next time I woke up, I couldn’t move. Freaking out, I tried to move more. Pete was beside me and within seconds he was saying, “Mikey, Mikey Calm down. Don’t panic. They have you restrained to the bed. Breathe mikes, can you do that for me?”

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm down. He touched my cheek and said, “you have a feeding tube that goes up your nose and down your throat. You passed out in a stair well. They found you after you had fallen down several steps. When you fell, you broke the ankle that had the hairline fracture. You also hit your head again. You’ve been unconscious for two weeks. They had to do emergency surgery to stop the bleeding in your brain. They didn’t think you were going to make it the first three days. After that, it was a matter of if and when you woke up. The longer you were out, the less likely they thought you were to wake up again.”

The doctor came in again and explained all of my injuries once again, and said that due to the feeding tube, my body’s condition was improving a little bit. With the feeding tube, I would soon regain lost nutrients and then I would have to solid food, but only a little bit at a time. They would then lean me off of the feeding tube and I would have to eat solids and then eventually a meal.
The thought of eating an entire food sent me panicking. Pete touched my cheek and said, “Mikey, don’t worry. That’s not right now. They aren’t going to force you to eat a full meal just yet. They might give you some crackers and some jello in order to get you used to consuming something, but it wont be a full out meal just yet. You aren’t ready for that.”

He calmed me down a little bit. I really just wanted to hug him, but I couldn’t, not with my arms tied down.

“You will be released from the restraints when you have proved yourself of cooperating with us. Until then, you will remain in them. We will take them off for five minutes, but there will be a nurse station outside your door to ensure you do not try to run away again and get injured far worse than already.” The doctor removed them before giving Pete and me some privacy.

“Y’know you scared me pretty bad the first time, and then the second time, it gave me a heart attack. We couldn’t find you for two hours. Finally, someone was in the stairwell and heard you fall down and got help immediately. Don’t you dare do that to me again? I worried so much about you.”

I nodded. He hugged me and held me in his arms as I started to cry. I didn’t mean to make him so worried. When they threatened to put the feeding tube in me, it freaked me out and I listened to my flight instincts.

When Pete let me go, I flopped back on the pillows and stared up at the ceiling.

“Mikey, are you going to try and get better?” he asked.

“ I don’t know. I mean I don’t know what better means? Less of a mess? Fatter? I don’t know.”

“Michael James Way, you are not fat. I don’t know what you see in the mirror, but I don’t see fat on you. And I don’t think eating properly and healthy would make you fat. I think it would make you less tired and you would have less headaches.”

“Maybe.”

“You would also be able to run away from said doctors without passing out in a stair well.” He said with a small smirk.

Sticking my tongue out at him I said, “perhaps.”

“Why don’t we find out? If you get better, you will be able to run out of here without a second thought, and be healthy. Healthy is the most important thing. If your not healthy, how are we going to hang out? How are we going to go to the music store? We wont be able to.”

As much as I hated to see his point, I saw it. Sighing, I threw the blanket over my head and groaned like a ghost. Pete pulled the blanket down and said, “PEEK A BOO.” Before throwing it back up over my head.

Laughing, I pulled the blanket down and flipped him off.

“There’s that beautiful smile on that sexy face of yours.”

Smiling I said, “ there’s that nice eyeliner on those beautiful eyes of yours.”

He smiled and put his hand up to his face and said, “oh this, its no big thing. Its just Rimmel London.” And batted his eyes. Laughing I threw my head back and laughed more. He started laughing at me laughing and then we laughed for like 10 minutes straight until we forgot why we were laughing.

The nurse came in and put the oxygen thing on me, because while I was laughing, I lost a lot of oxygen. Once she left, I felt rather tired. Pete said, “Well if your falling asleep, I’m going to go home for a bit, and let your family come see you. I kind of claimed the only chair and well, I’m sure they’d like to see you.”

“Noooooooooo. Staaaayyyyy.” I said in between yawns. Patting to the space beside me, I motioned for him to come into the bed beside me. Being careful of my wires, he sat beside me and held me in his arms and hummed a song as I started to fall asleep. Being in his arms was quite nice, I should do it more often, I thought as I soon closed my eyes and let sleep come to me.

Notes

Sam Smith is actually really good and his songs are like sad and its like ;_;

i don't know. i just like it. anywhore, Here's the next chapter! (:

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