CHAPTER 7 IS HERE :D
Cry's POV
Where am I? He looked around the room he was in. It was white. To white for his comfort. And what was that smell? He didn't like it. Although, he didn't do anything to get away, a feeling told him that it was wiser to stay calm and lay still. So he did. Suddenly his eyes fell on a hope brown, slightly curled hair. Do I know him? What is he doing there? The young man was sleeping on the side of his bed. Cry couldn't help but smile a little. He thought it was sweet the men stayed by his side. Although…I recognize those brown curls.. He got lost in his thoughts. He thought of the hazel eyed man he had seen in a video. Toby Turner. Suddenly a thought came up to Cry. No. It couldn't be him. He laughed because of his silliness. "At least you're laughing," a voice sounded. Cry was dragged out of his thoughts and looked at the brown haired man who had been sleeping a moment ago. Those eyes.. It was like some sort of flashback, because Cry suddenly remembered everything. "You're Toby Turner?!"
Toby's POV
Toby smiled at his little angel. "The one and only." He answered. He saw the man's eyes widen with shock. "What your name?" Finally I get to know it. "Cry." "Well, Cry," he smiled at the man," How are you feeling?" Cry shook his head. Toby could see he was confused. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." "I know," the blue eyed said. They stared into each other eyes for a while. Toby needed to suppress the feeling to attack the soft looking, full, red lips of the other. He bit his own lip. This time the chuckle came from Cry. "What am I doing here?" Cry asked. His expression turning to confused again. "I could tell you, but you need to rest." Toby said. Petting the other's head. "No. Tell me." Cry said. Toby noticed how the other's eyelids began to slowly droop. "Later, I promise." He said, tucking Cry in. He had the strange feeling he had heard the others voice before. Wait a second… "How did you know my name?" he asked curiously. He never got an answer and soon soft little snore could be heard coming from the only occupied hospital bed.
Scott's POV
Scott froze. "What did you just ask?" He turned towards Pewdie. Worry written all over Pewdie's face. Scott knew he looked thin, he knew he hadn't eaten in days. He knew he was broken, he knew, he knew. I know, but I don't do shit about it. "Scott.." Pewdie said. Scott touched his face, his fingers got wet. Apparently he was crying. Without a sound he stepped away from Pewdie. "Scott, don't," Pewdie felt his heart sinking in his shoes," Oh god Scott.." Scott stared at the ground. He didn't even hear Pewdie's concerned words. He was lost in a total different world. He shook out of his trance when Pewdie got closer to him. Without wanting to he ran. He burst through the front door. His weak legs caring him on the street. "SCOTT. COME BACK!" he heard Pewdie yell. He ran faster. He knew Pewdie was right behind him. I-I can't… I can't face him now.. He must think I'm weak.. I can't … Suddenly his legs gave in. He started to cry harder. He just laid there like a pile of human. He didn't even bother to look at Pewdie. Who was now standing over him, panting, worried sick. "Oh Scott.." Pewdie said. Scott's eyes looked dull. He coughed. "I'm here to help," Pewdie said. He picked Scott off the ground and carried him back. Scott noticed how far he had run. I'm surprised my stupid legs could carry me that far.
The end.
I'm sorry its now mainly centered around Scott and Pewdie, it was a little hard to keep focus on Toby and Cry 'cause Cry was unconscious and stuff.
I hope it will get better ;)
Also, sorry about the length of the chapters, I know they are short, but I can't work for too long on the story. So it won't get any longer, I think.
I'm sorry :c
Bye!
