There's no shine in my sun.

Oh dear lord.
I pick him up and slightly pull him over my shoulder. I drag him across the cold hard floor boards, then drag him down the stairs into my room and lay him on the bed.
I clean up the blood on his nose and clean his cuts.
Suddenly he shoots his head up and jumps off the bed and begins singing... Bicycle Race? By Queen?
"I want to ride my bicycle!
BICYCLE
BICYCLE!!
i want to ride my bicy-" he stops singing and collapses back on to the bed.
I sigh and pull a blanket over him.
He smiles and i nearly fall thinking hes gonna jump off the bed again.
"Y'know?" He slurs. "Youre pretty cute for a short g-". He cuts himself off and throws up blood.
All.
over.
MY.
bEd.
And .
Me.
" oh shit i need to stop testing on myself." He groans.
"Umm gerard how long have you been running these so called tests?" I ask as i try ignoring the stench of blood.
Eew gross. At least its ONLY blood and not chunks of chicken sandwich.
"About since i was seven. Got bored one day and fell into a thorn bush then decided it was fun to pour random liquids in cuts like bleach chlorine fabric softener. Eventually i started to do more." He grabs his bag that I completely forgot about till now and pulled out a syringe.
"what the fuck?"

Notes

(>^•^)> I want hugs!!!!!!!