Random side note, for story purposes DEH takes place in Portland, Or. Only by name, I'm English and know piss all about America I decided Portland on the fly.

"Where the fuck am I?" I mumble, whilst looking around quietly.

Hospital? Wait! That little girl wasn't joking! They were going to take me off life support. I'm breathing heavily and I drag the oxygen mask away from my face. I grab my phone from the side next to me open google.

I search "Elizabeth Cooper" and nothing comes up, so I go on some birth/death record sight and search for the name and years I remember.

One result:

Elizabeth Cooper

January 4 1890

September 5 1898

Untreated measles.

Portland, Or.

A doctor rushes into the room. With a glass of water in his hand which he passes to me.

"We expected the worst for you kid." He says.

"How long was I out?" I ask, after taking a sip. It's probably been a few days at most.

"It's been two months. Those friends of yours stop by every day, as does your mother." He says.

"Two- months?" I repeat, my voice cracking. I grab my phone again and find Evan's contact.

It rings once and he picks up.

"Hello?" He mumbles groggily.

"Evan!" I yell.

"Jar-ed?" He asks.

"Oh God, Evan I'm so sorry." I say.

"Jared, it's okay. Now call your mother." Evan says, hanging up.

I call my mother.

"Mum?" I say into the phone.

"JARED!" She yells.

"I'm coming right now, stay there." The phone hangs up and twenty minutes later she's at my bedside.

"Jared. I'm sorry." She cries.

"It's my fault mum, I'm the one who needs to be sorry." I respond.

"It's my fault for not realising you were in pain." She says whilst shaking her head.

"Listen mum, I need time to think and you look shattered. Go home." I say. She nods her head silently and waves goodbye before leaving the room. I fall asleep.

The next day Connor and Evan visit me.

"Jared!" Evan yells from the door. I roll my eyes as he runs over.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He says once he's next to me.

"It was my fault for making you cry." I sigh.

"I shouldn't have to you not to come back. It was so mean and-" Evan rambled.

"Honestly, Evan calm down. It was my fault." I sighed.

"Wait, Evan has two soulmates, one of them tried to kill themselves the night you did, that's really strange?" Connor blurted out, recalling the night I tried to die. My breathing hitched.

"But my soulmate cut, Jared took pills." Evan stated. Phew, crisis averted. I just couldn't show him my arms until they forgot about the soulmate incident.

"We think my other soulmate might have died, and you're alive, it can't have been you." Evan whispers. Maybe it was for the best they thought that soulmate was dead.

"Jared, do you have a soulmate? Obviously, I have Evan and the one that uh, didn't survive. What about you?" Connor asks me.

"I- I don't know honestly." I hesitate. I don't know what to say to them.

Evan and Connor go home an hour later and I find a marker on my bedside table.

Hey, sorry for the "Incident" A few months ago. I've been in a mental health centre for the last few and we weren't allowed pens in case we tried to poison ourselves. I'm all better though promise.

I also scribbled down a heart and a smiley face.

Oh God, I'm so glad you're okay. A friend of mine just woke from a coma the other day because he tried to.

Evan's writing stopped.

Sorry, we promised our friend we wouldn't tell anyone.

Came Connor's scribbly writing. I smiled at least he's faithful…