I carried him into the emergency room and up to the desk. The lady told us to fill out the forms and come back to see her. I sighed knowing I would have to fill it out, I made to set him down in a chair and he held onto my neck even tighter, making a groan in protest. I sat down on one of the many couches in the room and started to fill out the form using my left hand to write the right still holding him in my lap. Good thing I'm ambidextrous. I had to ask him questions the whole way not knowing half of the stuff about him.

Name: Shayton Elliott Daniels.
Birth date: 7/19/1993
Sex: Male
Social Security Number: #
And so on with the questions.

Once we had the form fully filled out I stood back up taking Shay with me, I handed her the clipboard and she told us to take a seat. The nurse will call on us. I sat down aggravated, I mean cant she tell the kid is not feeling good, something could be really wrong and she's acting like its nothing bad. I know other people are I need of a doctor too but what if they are too late for something bad happening. Just like they were with my mom.

"It really hurts." Shay whined into my collarbone, I sighed and rubbed my hands across his back.

"What do you thinks wrong? Is it just pain like a normal punch?" I asked looking down at him, his eyes were brimmed with tears as he shook his head.

"No something feels wrong." Shay said quietly placing his head against he crook of my neck, I knew he didn't want me to see him cry but I could feel the tears against my skin. He stood abruptly and ran towards the bathroom. I fallowed after him finding him huddled over the single toilette in the bathroom.

I walked over to him and rubbed his back, he stiffened up a little bit but relaxed once he knew it was me. The poor kid must have gone through something bad if he's afraid of people touching him. I wonder if his family abuses him. Tears were running down his face when he sat back. I handed him a wet paper towel and kept him sitting against the wall.

"Something is really wrong." Shay spoke while I wiped the tears from his face before making my way to the bile on his lips. I pressed them gently and could have sworn I felt him kiss the paper towel but I'm probably wrong, why would he do that? I shook my head and threw the paper towel into the trash. "I threw up blood."

My eyes went wide when he flushed the toilette something really had to be wrong, my eyes hazed over when I picked him up and took him over to the counter space. I had him lean down and take a drink from the running water, he rinsed his mouth before I carried him back out into the emergency room. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom I heard Shays name being called. I walked over to the man calling it and he smiled.

"Shayton?" The nurse asked, Shay nodded. The nurse said I couldn't go into the room with him but Shay clung to me. "Well I see he makes you comfortable so he may come in for the first part until your parent or guardian arrives. We have already called the number on your emergency contact list." I carried Shay into the room and made to set him down onto the bed but he wouldn't let go.

"I'm right here Trip don't worry, I wont leave until your mom gets here okay?" I said slipping my fingers into his hand. "Squeeze if it hurts okay?" I stated, he nodded and let me lay him down, he almost had a heart attack when I had to break the hold on his hand to set him down. I quickly grabbed his fingers again.

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I sat there for a half of an hour in a chair right next to the hospital bed holding Shay's hand. I will be the first to admit that I don't mid holding his hand, hell I am gay and proud of it. I may have forgotten to mention that to Shay earlier when I said why the kids of the school don't like me. The drugs was the full truth, I don't smoke pot because I have to, I honestly believe that it helps me through the day. Before Shay showed up no one had talked to me in that school for over a year besides the teachers. Something in him and the way he sounded okay with who I was before even knowing me made me happy for that day. Poor clumsy kid just had to run into me and be doomed for the rest of his life. I sighed, anyone I ever care about winds up hating me so I don't see why I even want to help him. Maybe its because I couldn't do anything to help my mom when she was sick. I sighed and looked at our connected hands. This would never mean the same thing to him than it does me. Little did I know though Shay was having that same battle in his mind.

"Just to let you know I'm not gay." Shay stated quietly, shattering every ounce of hope I ever had that he might be able to save me.

"I know, but you're the one holding my hand." I said quietly tightening my grip a little bit.

"But that's only because I need someone to be here, but out of everyone I'm glad its you." Shay said quietly letting his thumb massage mine. A minute of gentle caresses from our fingers seamed to calm us both down. So what if he's not gay, he doesn't need to be dragged into my life too. I sighed just as the door opened and a woman in her forties walked through the door. I knew it was his mom, that's why I stood and politely tried to make my exit. "Stay please?" Shay asked looking directly into my eyes.

"I'm sorry the nurse said I had to leave when your parent showed up." I said not wanting to look him in the face, shame taking over my body.

"Go home then, you don't need to wait out in the waiting room for hours. Just take my car home with you for the weekend, I don't ever have anywhere to drive unless its school anyway." Shay spoke now holding his mothers hand.

"Okay, I will text you tomorrow to see how everything went. I copied your number from the form onto my arm earlier." I stated before walking from the room with a quick goodbye.