If I Were You, I'd Put That Away.
I Can't Imagine Being Anywhere Else But Here
Jaime's POV
The sirens became louder every second. I can hear Mike running downstairs as they were escorting Vic to the ambulance.
“What's going on, Jaime?” He said in his sleepy voice. It took him a second before he looked at my blood stained pants, and his eyes widened with fear. I look down as I feel the tears begin forming in my eyes.
“JAIME?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BROTHER?!” As he screamed this I feel the tears escape from my lids. I looked up at him, and his anger slowly began to fade when he saw that I was crying.
“I... He... Mike, I'm so sorry. Vic and I were...” am I really going to tell him what we were doing? I guess he should know... “We were making out and he got upset for some reason and ran to the bathroom. I tried to get him to come out, but he wouldn't! It's all my fault. I should have never kissed him. This is all my fault.” I could feel my throat starting to close as I gasped for air. God, Jaime.. Now isn't the time to have a fucking panic attack. I look at Mike as I see him slowly grasp what I said.
“Jaime, what did he do?” I could hear the worry in his voice as he asked the question we both knew the answer to. I let out a sigh.
“He relapsed, Mike. He was clean for 3 years and I just let him do that to himself. I'm such a shitty friend. Why did I let him do this?” Mike looked at me with a look of disbelief as I was saying this.
“Jaime, what the fuck are you talking about? You're the best friend anyone could ever have. He deserves your love. Come on, let's go to the hospital. I need to be there for my brother.” I look up at him and smile. Why is Mike such a nice person? I grabbed my keys and we left for the hospital. We arrived about 7 minutes later, and ran into the emergency section of the hospital. We told the lady our names and who we were here to see. The lady looked down at a paper and told Mike to sign a paper for him and to wait while they get him stitched up. After Mike signed we sat down next to the door and waited. We were in the middle of talking about some random shit when the nurse called our names. We rose to our feet and made our way to his room. Mike told me to go in first, so I did. I heard his heart monitor and sighed. At least he is you know... alive... I slowly walked over to his bed and placed my hand in his. I see his eyes flutter a little bit, and there it is. His beautiful brown eyes are staring at me.
“Vic... wh-why did you do this?” Is all I can manage to say before I feel his hand lightly grab mine like I'm the one who's hurt. I mean.. I am, just not in the same way. I gently pull his hand up to my lips and kiss it softly. I hear a small sigh escape his lips.
“Victor Vincent Fuentes.. I love you more than life itself... please don't ever do this to me again. I can't handle the thought of not having your beautiful smile in my life. I need you to be happy... for both of us. You deserve to have someone who cares about you, and I do. I care so much. I can't take you hurting yourself. I love you.” I say through tears. Why am I crying right now? God, I'm such a little baby. I look up at him and see that he is smiling that beautiful smile again. I can't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach.
“Jaime.... I-I love you, too... forever.” I rest my hand on his chest lightly and push my lips to his before I walk out.
The sirens became louder every second. I can hear Mike running downstairs as they were escorting Vic to the ambulance.
“What's going on, Jaime?” He said in his sleepy voice. It took him a second before he looked at my blood stained pants, and his eyes widened with fear. I look down as I feel the tears begin forming in my eyes.
“JAIME?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BROTHER?!” As he screamed this I feel the tears escape from my lids. I looked up at him, and his anger slowly began to fade when he saw that I was crying.
“I... He... Mike, I'm so sorry. Vic and I were...” am I really going to tell him what we were doing? I guess he should know... “We were making out and he got upset for some reason and ran to the bathroom. I tried to get him to come out, but he wouldn't! It's all my fault. I should have never kissed him. This is all my fault.” I could feel my throat starting to close as I gasped for air. God, Jaime.. Now isn't the time to have a fucking panic attack. I look at Mike as I see him slowly grasp what I said.
“Jaime, what did he do?” I could hear the worry in his voice as he asked the question we both knew the answer to. I let out a sigh.
“He relapsed, Mike. He was clean for 3 years and I just let him do that to himself. I'm such a shitty friend. Why did I let him do this?” Mike looked at me with a look of disbelief as I was saying this.
“Jaime, what the fuck are you talking about? You're the best friend anyone could ever have. He deserves your love. Come on, let's go to the hospital. I need to be there for my brother.” I look up at him and smile. Why is Mike such a nice person? I grabbed my keys and we left for the hospital. We arrived about 7 minutes later, and ran into the emergency section of the hospital. We told the lady our names and who we were here to see. The lady looked down at a paper and told Mike to sign a paper for him and to wait while they get him stitched up. After Mike signed we sat down next to the door and waited. We were in the middle of talking about some random shit when the nurse called our names. We rose to our feet and made our way to his room. Mike told me to go in first, so I did. I heard his heart monitor and sighed. At least he is you know... alive... I slowly walked over to his bed and placed my hand in his. I see his eyes flutter a little bit, and there it is. His beautiful brown eyes are staring at me.
“Vic... wh-why did you do this?” Is all I can manage to say before I feel his hand lightly grab mine like I'm the one who's hurt. I mean.. I am, just not in the same way. I gently pull his hand up to my lips and kiss it softly. I hear a small sigh escape his lips.
“Victor Vincent Fuentes.. I love you more than life itself... please don't ever do this to me again. I can't handle the thought of not having your beautiful smile in my life. I need you to be happy... for both of us. You deserve to have someone who cares about you, and I do. I care so much. I can't take you hurting yourself. I love you.” I say through tears. Why am I crying right now? God, I'm such a little baby. I look up at him and see that he is smiling that beautiful smile again. I can't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach.
“Jaime.... I-I love you, too... forever.” I rest my hand on his chest lightly and push my lips to his before I walk out.
You should make a sequel!
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