Before Tommy could walk into the room where they were going to let Adam rest in, a nearby nurse ushered Tommy over. He sighed, glancing at the doctors hooking Adam up to some kinds of medicines. He wasn't moving, instead, he seemed like a lifeless body lying on the table where they cut you up for your organs. The thought made Tommy shudder and he gnawed on his bottom lip, sauntering over to the nurse who looked as if remorse and genuine sympathy consumed her soul. Well, at least someone in this fucking hospital can feel something! "Mr.…," she looked down at her clipboard, then back at the golden brown eyes boring into her, "…Ratliff. I don't think you should go in there…" she whispered, gazing over Tommy's shoulder in order to get a quick glance at the hospital room that encased his beloved.
"Don't go in there? What the fuck? I'm just supposed to what- merrily skip off and leave me suffering and amazingly screwed up boyfriend to fend for himself?" Tommy barked, clenching his fists hard and tears rising to his eyes, but he blinked them back. How could this bitch tell him not to go in the room where his lover was DYING? Okay, maybe no dying, or maybe- fuck, he was dying! Tommy didn't know! Maybe it was the not sleeping part getting to him, but his heart hammered in his chest, and he just wanted to hold Adam's hand right now…
"N-No. I'm not asking that at all. But patients that have overdosed on an excessive amount of drugs -and drink alcohol in your case- have a tendency to not be themselves over the course of detoxifying their system. You see Mr. Ratliff…Adam won't be himself. Because of drugs, I've seen couples that were married for years in advance to their addictions, now they're divorced…I'm just warning you, but you don't have to take my word for it…" she mused, shrugging and staring hard at Tommy who looked exhausted.
This was probably the longest day of his life. He traveled from Florida only two days ago and auditioned for Adam this-fucking-morning. How could so much have happened in such a short duration of time? Everything seemed fine in the audition room! Adam gave him a fucking piggy back side for Satan sakes! It's not fucking possible…
Tommy groaned and shook his head, turning his heel and walking into the room without another word to the nurse. The doctor (who said Tommy could only stay fifteen minutes), informed Tommy that Adam was in the process of detoxifying and was out cold. But the blond was extremely happy when they said he could spend the night in Adam's room. Seriously, how would he be able to go back to Adam's apartment and know that this is where his baby suffered all by himself for ten long years? He would cry himself to sleep…
Tommy shuffled into the room and pulled up the soft plush chair next to Adam's bed and took his cold hand within his shaking one. The bassist laid his head on Adam's lap and shut his eyes. "You'll be alright, Babyboy…" he mumbled before falling asleep, the sleep grasping his miserable soul...
Thrashing and muffled screams awoke Tommy. His head snapped up and he gasped, glancing at the clock which read two in the morning. Fuck, only an hour of sleep? The blond looked back at Adam who was shivering, almost convulsing. His lips were blue and his skin was as pale as shit. Tommy gasped and crawled into bed with Adam, holding his head to his chest and whispering a series of soothing words. What was happening? Was it a bad dream? He wasn't cold at all!
"Sssh…Baby, baby, come back to me. Sweetheart? Babyboy…" he whispered, shutting his eyes and keeping back tears. Adam gasped and his eyes snapped open. He looked up at Tommy and his eyes became inflamed. He pushed Tommy off the bed, causing the bassist to fall on the floor, hitting his ass hard. He groaned and looked up at Adam, who was still shaking and looked like Death, but his glare was set on Tommy, and he was determined to kill the blond.
"F-Fuck you, you little PRICK. Its b-because of y-you that I-I'm here in t-this hospital! I should b-be at home living m-m-my life, but you had to come and RUIN it!" he hissed, trying to reach out and grab Tommy, but he wailed when the tube attached to his arm tugged on his flesh. He whimpered, and tears started flowing out of his eyes. He didn't stop shaking, but he looked like a train wreck.
Tommy's heart was beating fast, and he didn't know what to do. Those words struck him in the chest like a thousand daggers. Adam seemed to hate him right now. But then he had to remember all the strain and stress on the singer's poor body. Plus, that nurse said it wasn't him. It's the heroine and other drugs (plus the medicine) talking. He couldn't get conflicted with these hurtful words. Instead, he slowly got up and rubbed Adam's leg. However, he couldn't help but think back to their high school times when everything was normal, and his biggest problem was seeing if he could afford a fucking tuner for his bass!
"B-Baby, I'm sorry…I had to bring you here…I don't want you to die…" he kept as quiet as possible, shutting his eyes and taking in a deep breath. "Adam…You'll be fine, I promise-"
There was a loud smack and Tommy's face was to the side. His cheek was bright red and Adam's hand was quivering. Tears rose into the blonds' eyes when he looked back at his once normal and loving boyfriend. The singer twitched and he pushed forward, reaching for the trashcan and heaving heavily into it. He was sobbing.
The bassist just stood there, shaking and holding his throbbing cheek. He didn't know what to do anymore. This was just too much for him to handle. He didn't…Tommy looked at Adam who whimpered and took his head out of the trash can, wiping off the blood from his mouth. OH SHIT. Was coughing up blood part of the detoxifying process?
"FUCK. YOU." Adam glared and coughed into his fist and took it away, a spray of blood gracing his flesh. "FUCK YOU!" he screamed, crying and trying to hit Tommy again, but the blond took a step back and sat in the chair that got moved in the commotion. Oh, shit…
Tommy didn't think he would be able to handle this anymore…
