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*Ryan’s POV*
I woke up in the hospital with tubes attached to me and an oxygen tank hooked up to me to help me with my breathing. I looked around and all I saw were other patients, some doctors and some nurses. No sign of my family or friends anywhere. This was it. I was finally alone. The thing that I feared the most. I looked to my right and my best friend Spencer was sedated and he couldn’t even wake up because the medicine hadn’t worn off yet. I asked a nurse who was walking over to my area, “Excuse me, miss? What am I doing here?”
The nurse replied, “You tried to overdose on sleeping pills and we had to keep you overnight.” She added, “Now, if you’re going to ask about your friend over here, he had to be sedated so he didn’t harm himself or any of the staff.”
I asked shocked, “What?! I don’t remember any of that. How did I end up here?”
“A huge group of people who care about you and your friend both brought you two here,” she said. She looked at my paperwork. “With that high of a dosage of sleeping pills, you’re lucky to even be alive right now.” The nurse said, “You two will be admitted to a mental hospital in a few minutes.” Mental hospital?! The one I went to my freshman year? Oh no. I can’t relive the trauma I experienced there. The next thing I know, people put my hands behind my back and held them there while they escorted me to a strange van. I let out a shrill scream and was trying to get away.
“Let me go! What are you doing to me?” I asked in a hysterical state. I started crying. “Please don’t take me to juvie! I’m not a criminal! Please let me go…”
One of the guys said, “Sir, you’re not going to the juvenile detention center. You are going to a mental hospital.”
I replied, “A mental hospital?! You’re not taking me anywhere, you freaks!” I pried myself free from their grasp and bolted for the exit, but there were more nurses who were trying to prevent me from getting away. I noticed that Spencer was being taken too, which that made me livid. I screamed, “LET ME GO!”
“We need to take you to another hospital, sweetheart. You’re not making this any easier on us, so just remain calm and comply.”
“I’M NOT COMPLYING TO ANYTHING, YOU BASTARDS! KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF OF ME!” I was kicking and screaming, trying to get Spencer’s attention. I saw nurses manhandling Spencer and that made me snap. I bolted towards them. “Don’t you dare touch him!”
Spencer was confused as to what was happening. “Ryan...what’s going on? These people are manhandling me and I don’t know what I did.”
I said shakily, “S-Spence...they’re taking us to a mental hospital. I don’t want to go. I really don’t.” The next thing I know is that four people grabbed me and put me in a straightjacket so I wouldn’t try to hurt anybody and they tied me to a wheelchair so I wouldn’t get away. A nurse sedated me and I saw everything fade to black. Some time later, I woke up in a strange room with pale gray walls and I soon realized that I was in the same room I was in when I was fourteen. I looked down to see a suitcase and my guitar, which I was lucky to even have. I was all alone in this empty room and my only reaction was tears. They began to slowly roll down my cheeks, crashing onto the blanket. When they came down faster, I was sobbing so hard that I almost choked because I was crying so hard. I heard that god awful crinkling sound and I knew that it was those fucking plastic sheets. I buried my face into a pillow and just sobbed until I fell asleep, resting my head on my tear-drenched pillow.
There was a familiar voice and I looked up to see that it was my nurse Pierre. He looked so concerned about me. He automatically came over and gave me a hug. “Sssshhhh….it’s okay, Ryan. Don’t cry anymore, please. It’s heart wrenching.”
I sniffled. “I-I don’t know why I’m in here, P-Pierre...and I don’t know where Spencer is…”
Pierre gently dabbed my cheeks and my eyes with a tissue. “Ryan, Spencer is in the room next to yours. You’re in here because you tried to kill yourself again. That’s not good, sweetheart.” I felt him pull me into another embrace. “You’re going to be okay, Ryan. Take deep breaths and calm down.” I took a few deep breaths and I calmed down a bit. He said quietly, “There...you okay?” I nodded. Pierre added, “Please don’t cry anymore. Everyone could hear it and it’s heartbreaking to hear something like that come out of a pretty boy like yourself. It even caused some nurses to tear up. So please try not to cry anymore today.”
I said quietly, “I didn’t ask to be in here, Pierre...that’s why I was crying.”
“Sweetheart, I know you didn’t ask to be in here. Nobody in here does,” he replied, holding me close to his body. Pierre stroked my neck-length hair. “You poor thing. Do you need someone here with you?” I nodded. “Who?”
“My band teacher...please...I know I can’t have Spencer in here...but I need my band teacher in here, please.”
Pierre raised an eyebrow. “Are you talking about Nick Slavic?”
I nodded. “Y-Yes...he’s a family friend.”
“I went to college with him! I’ll try to let him come in.”
“Thank you, Pierre. You’re so sweet.” Thank god I have a sweet nurse like Pierre and he’s super cute. That distracts me a little bit. Too bad he’s probably already taken. He’s only about maybe ten years older than me at most. Pierre’s really young. He brought in Nick, which made me feel better knowing that someone I can trust is in here. I said to Pierre, “Thank you.”
Pierre replied, “It’s not a problem, Ryan.” He left the room and Nick closed the door, locking it. He walked over to me and once he got to my bed, he got on top of me.
“Hi, Nick...what’re you doing?” I asked confused. Nick held me close and I could feel tears hitting one of my pillows. I hugged him tightly. “Nick, I didn’t want to do that...I’m so sorry. I don’t even remember what happened and I don’t want to know!”
Nick put his finger to my lips and said smoothly, “I know, my delicate flower. I know you didn’t want to do that.” He leaned in and kissed me smack on my lips, which I actually liked. I may have Brendon, but he’s not here to do this with me, so I guess our band teacher will have to do for now. I returned the favor, sitting up and letting him intrude my mouth with his tongue. After a little bit, we pulled away, feeling a bit guilty about what we did. Nick begged me, “Please don’t tell anyone about this, Ross-a-Roo. I promise to not tell anyone about this either.”
I said quietly, “I’m not gonna tell anyone. Don’t worry. I knew you wanted to make out with me anyway.”
He smirked. “You did, huh?” I nodded with a smile on my face. “Well, I knew that you got all tingly down there every time I talked about chords and that you got all hot and bothered when I taught your class about music history.”
I blushed. “It’s because you’re so smart, Nick.” I added, “By the way, I know you check me out when nobody’s looking.”
“That’s because I’ve never encountered a boy with a curvy body like yours. A lot of girls would kill to have a body like yours.” He gently squeezed my hips. “You’re very beautiful.”
I laughed. “Nick, I’m not asking to have sex in a hospital room.”
“Why would I want to have sex with one of my students?” he asked. Nick whispered, “I have Aiden. He does me good every week.” My eyes went wide from hearing about Nick with Aiden, which I didn’t want to hear. He giggled. “I didn’t tell you how big he was, so calm down.”
I gulped. “I don’t really want to know how big he is. He already likes the both of us.”
Nick laughed. “I wasn’t going to tell you anyway. That’d make this really awkward.” I let him hold me in his arms and it made me feel very safe. He even stayed with me for a few days. Hopefully this place doesn’t suck for me like it is right now.