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Morty lay awake in his bed staring at the ceiling of his room. He had been in his bed for about two hours after he had finished hurting himself. He didn't feel satisfied the way he usually did after he cuts himself. He lay under the warm blue covers trying to figure out why he still felt nothing. Were the cuts not deep enough? Was his razor to dull? He didn't know, the only thing he knew is that he needed to feel something.
He threw his legs over his bed in defeat accepting that he couldn't fall asleep. He sat for a moment trying to figure out how to hurt himself in a way that would make him feel something in the numbness he was lost in. He could hear Rick downstairs in the garage welding something, a duel carbon-something... Morty didn't know or care what it was, he was just glad Rick was busy doing something other than making him feel like complete shit.
Most people would be worried that Rick would see him and take him to a mental house or something, but Morty only knew to well that Rick wouldn't care. Rick would probably see him covered in his own blood, his razor in his hand, then he would just call him a 'fucking emotional ass' and leave.
Morty pushed himself off the edge of his bed towards his desk and pulled open the first drawer. Hidden underneath the school work that he never did, was a small bag filled with some alien weed he stole from Rick when he was passed out drunk. The weed was a dark black color and smells like freshly cut grass on a hot summer day. He knew he shouldn't smoke in the house but he didn't care right now. After grabbing the bag he made his way to his closet where, hidden underneath some old clothes, was his small bong. Maybe cutting while he was high would help him. Maybe the combination between the numbness and pain will satisfied him so he could just go to sleep. He just wanted to feel good, or pain. Just something.
The sound of welding stopped just as Morty took his first hit of the night. He heard Ricks heavy steps going upstairs and slam his door shut and through the wall he could hear Rick's body flop on his bed.
After the third or forth hit Morty sighed as he dived into the numbness the alien weed created. Just as he felt absolutely nothing he jammed the razor into his arm. He was only half aware he did it, he gasped at the sudden rip of pain. Morty watched as the blood poured out of his arm, he cocked his head to the side in wonder as he watched the crimson liquid flow out.
"Shit" Morty said under his breath. He went WAY to deep with this one, Morty knew he fucked up but he didn't really care because, amazingly, he felt the pain. Finally he thought. With the adrenaline pumping through his veins he pressed the razor down again, ever so slowly he dragged it across his arm embracing the pain as it came. Morty sighed with a light chuckle through the dizziness that has already started to descend on him. He smiled and looked at his arm, he was having fun. Morty told himself that one more would be enough to satisfy him for the night. For the last time he pressed the razor into his skin, he threw his head back in satisfaction as he felt his flesh split apart, he was amazed on how much he could bleed from one cut.
The razor was half way across his arm when the door slammed open, Rick flopped on Morty's bed unaware of the situation Morty was in. Morty panicked and threw his bong in his closet, in doing so he spilt the rest of his alien weed all over the floor.
"M-Morty..." He said and he plunged his face into Morty's pillow.
"Let-lets-let's go on an adventure Morty!" As his last word left his mouth he looked up at Morty, blood trickling down his arm, his razor now trembling in his hand. Rick locked eyes with Morty seeing the panic in the boys eyes.
"What-what the fuck are you doing?" Rick asked, clearly panicking himself and attempted to stay calm as the blood flowed from his grandsons arm. Morty sat on his chair infront of his desk, dropping his gaze from Rick's eyes, Morty now looked at the black weed that was now on the floor, at that moment a wave of dizziness passed through Morty because of the blood that was no longer inside of him.
"Morty, a-answer me" his voice started to crack in worry, all evidence of alcohol in his voice suddenly disappeared. A sob escaped Morty looking down at his arm still bleeding obscene amounts of blood.
"Morty talk to me!" Morty had never seen the old man move so fast and he rushed to Morty side looking at his arm
Morty continued to sob getting dizzier by the moment, as Rick look at the ground where he had dropped his alien weed.
"Are you...are-are you fucking high?!?" Rick looked up at Morty's face just to look back at his arm again, noticing how pale the child was, the paleness wasn't because of the awkward situation of walking in on his grandson like this, but from the blood loss, this realization just made Rick panic.The look on Rick's face made Morty sob even harder and the man looked desperately at the boy's arm.
"Jesus-FUCK Morty!" he immediately took his lab coat off and wraps it around the boy's arm attempting to stop the blood that was still blood furiously pouring out of Morty's arm.
"This is beyond reasoning with m-m-Morty! I'm taking you to a, to-to a fucking hospital, Morty!" Rick turned while he applied pressure on his arm, dragging the boy up of his chair.
"N-NO-" Morty yelled, pulling himself into his chair making him sway with dizziness.
Rick slowly turned to Morty staring up to his eyes as he tears up, Morty sobs again as he see how hurt his grandfather was by Morty him hurting himself.
"Morty, you went straight through some major veins, I-I, I can't fix this in the garage, I don't know who can fucking fix this on-on earth!" I'm taking you to the hospital we took Jerry to that one time, remember? You'll be ok." He said this unconvincingly.
"Y-y-you can't tell m-mom R-Rick!" After Morty spoke a wave of dizziness made him sway and he felt his knees begin to give, the only reason he didn't fall is because he was held in place by Ricks firm grasp.
"To be honest kid I'm not sure if-if we even have time to tell your mom" he said as he pulled Morty towards the door of his room. "You are already looking way too pale, you're shaking like a leaf and your lips are fucking blue Morty!"
Morty looked at Rick as Morty began to break down, Morty's head spun like a roller coaster and he starts to fall to the floor, in that moment Rick picked him up and ran to the garage where his portal gun was, Morty's blood was already soaking through the white fabric of Ricks lab coat.
Rick places Morty down on the cool concrete floor while he quickly punched in the coordinates to the alien hospital. Morty sat as Rick shot a portal into the wall. everything Morty saw began to blur and fade. The green portal twisted and moved in such a beautiful way, it mezmorized Morty, with the dizziness getting worse and worse, he felt himself begin slipping away from reality. Morty was okay with this, especially when Rick picked Morty up and started to the portal. He always wanted to die in ricks arms anyway.
This was the perfect moment to die in Morty's eyes.
"How could you ever do this to me?" Rick whispered just as Morty slipped away into unconsciousness.