AN: This was an sample post for an RPG, but apparently it came out pretty good… so it's short, but there you have it… I don't own them even a little bit..
Peter sunk lower into his chair, wanting nothing more than to just sink into the floor right now. He couldn't bring himself to look up to Nadia, pacing the hospital floor and every so often yelling at her hysterical mother to just shut up, though he wanted to say something to her. Or if nothing else tell her to just sit down. She was making him even more nervous. Peter wasn't willing to look at the fact that Jason had practically been dead when they brought him into the hospital. Wouldn't face the fact that he wasn't going to get up. His hands gripped into the metal chair beneath him, cursing and praying for Jason at the same time.
"Are you Peter McConnell's parents?"
He looked up to see the doctor, to see Nadia and Jason's patents rush to him, eager for news. He didn't join them, but lowered his eyes again, leaning his ear closer to them to catch what they were saying. They had been looking at him as though it was his fault since Peter kneeled down to help Jason on the stage. They knew. He couldn't look up at them.
"I'm sorry, but we couldn't…"
His heart fell through his chest and all the breath expelled from his body. He knew it was coming. He knew there wasn't a chance. He knew, and it didn't do anything to soften the blow.
"…an over dose on methylenedioxymethamphetamine…"
Slow tears rolled down his cheeks, and he couldn't bring himself to wipe them away. Any movement at the moment seemed entirely uncalled for. He overdosed? Jason hadn't exactly told him what he had done. Peter hit himself, his fist striking his leg so hard he knew that if he wasn't numb he would be in pain right now. He knew Jason was acting funny, he could tell and he did nothing.
"… increased levels of serotonin, shutting off major cerebral functions."
Why? Why the fuck would he do something like this? He couldn't help blame everything on himself. He put too much pressure on Jason. Maybe if he had just waited for him? …Why had Jason waited until it could no longer be returned to say 'I love you'? Why did he wait? It was all Peter needed. He could have helped him, accepted him for anything in the world.
"… I'm very sorry."
He listened to the doctor walk away, to Jason's parents sobs, to Nadia's wails muffled behind her hand. The metal of the chair dug into his fingers. His tears were salty on his lips. Rubbing alcohol and bleach and buzzing lights over head and a million sensations… And Peter felt nothing.
