Chapter 8!

Cry's POV

Cry woke up for the second time. When he saw the same white walls he realized it wasn't a dream. He truly is in the hospital and he truly met Toby Turner. Speaking of which.. He looked around the room, no Toby. He felt sad for the fact he was in the hospital. He never liked them. Also, he felt joy, for meeting Toby. He tried to get out of the bed, but all kind of wires were holding him back. He pulled at the wires, they got lose. He quickly got out of bed. God…dangit.. He noticed he wasn't wearing his own clothes. Those damn hospital clothes.. I guess everybody can see my butt? Nice. Suddenly all kind of alarms were going off. Oops. Cry ran for the door. He skipped trough the corridors. How dare he leave me alone in this stupid hospital! Cry was getting angry. A few passengers looked strange at him. From one of the corners came the hospital staff. Shit. Where is he?! Cry began to ran away. The hospital staff right at his feet. "Toby?!" he yelled. "TOBY?!" He ran around the corridor corner. Straight into somebody.

Pewdie's POV

Pewdie sighed. It was getting late. He should probably go to bed. One problem.. The only bed which is ready and I know the existence of is occupied by a small man which I very much like… what to do? He sighed again. He had carried Scott back to his place, he was emotionally challenged, in other words: Pewdie was exhausted. There is no other choice. I hope he doesn't mind.. He made his way to Scott's bedroom. He quickly got undressed and climbed into bed. He made sure not to wake Scott. I really got to talk to him. To tell him it's okay, that I'm here to make it better. That I won't be scared or angry because of his weight. Oh Scottie… He hugged the small man closer. Who, without knowing, nuzzled farter into the warmth that was called Pewdie. He smiled and blushed a little. I will save you Scott.

Scott's POV

Scott laid still in bed. He was rethinking everything. From the moment he had a discussion with Cry to the moment he ran away from Pewdie. I'm sorry, Pewds, I just can't. He was a little disgusted of himself. How could he eat when his best friend was out there somewhere, maybe starving. Maybe he was dying?! Calm down, Jund. He heard Pewdie making his way towards the bedroom. Oh shit! I totally forgot to make the spare bed ready. I'm such a stupid little fuck up. Should I get up and tell him he can sleep with me? The door opened and Scott pretended he was asleep. He heard the ruffle of clothes. Is he..? The mattress dipped under Pewdie's weight. Scott was trembling a little. Pewdie brought a welcoming warmth with him. He got closer to the warmth. I can't help but smile and.. He drifted away in a deep sleep.

Anyone who got the song: Fuck up by Shane Dawson in his head while reading? Just me? ;)

Hope you liked it :D