WARNING: This fanfic has intense trigger warnings. Please note that there is no evidence or speculation that Cry self-harms, nor that he is suicidal or does drugs. Cry is an amazing person, and so is everyone else in this fanfic. Please read this story with this in mind, for that is all this is. Fiction. I don't want to get messages from Scott Jund and Cry later, complaining about his fanfic. It's just a story!

Taking the Pain Away

Chapter 5

Words: 3,000+

Rated: M

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Scott's POV

Cry seemed to be doing better around me and the late night crew, I hated understanding why he was so upset toward Felix yet not able to tell the Swede what was wrong. He was dwelling on the fact that Cry was acting pretty much normal now to us but was ignoring his IMs and Skype calls. All I could tell him was, "Cry does not hate you. He's just going through a hard time, is all."

Pewdie sank bank in the passenger seat, seeming to relax a little at that. Red and Russ were in the back seat with Battlestar and Snake. It was a bit cramped but no one complained. We were, after all, going to see Cry. We had just picked Felix up at the airport and were on our way north, to his apartment. I felt terrible for not being able to be more reassuring to Pewds but Cry's feelings were his problem. But if he wanted to have any chance of being with Felix, he had to tell him soon. The longer he waited, the closer he was going to be to proposing.

And if he did, it was a lost cause.

We stopped and picked up some chinese food, deciding to eat it at Cry's house. Everyone was in such a great mood. Looking back, it makes me want to cry. We were so unsuspecting. Pewdie rolled down the window and lit up a cigarette, which I was suprised about. I didn't realize he smoked. "I should have asked first, i'm sorry."

"No worries, man. At least you rolled the window down."

We pulled up to the apartment and Felix flicked the cigarette out, opening the car door and stretching before darting for the stairs. He was the third floor up, apartment C4, amd I smiled a little at his renewed energy and happiness. It gave me hope. I turned around and realized my friends, who were getting out the bags, were also smiling.

Maybe things weren't so bad. Cry would be happy to see Pewds that excited to be with him. I was going to make him tell Pewdie how he felt.

Or else I would.

Pewds POV

Pewdie knocked on the door and swayed back and forth on his feet, rocking in his excitement. He wasn't too sure if Cry was going to be happy or upset that they had showed up without warning, but at least he would get to see him, maybe even for the next few days if he responded to the visit well.

After the first two knocks, Pewds started to get worried. He looked over the railing and double checked, yes, that was Cry's car...it was dusk and he could see light filtering out of the window through the blinds...Felix released a soft 'muuurrrr...' sound from his throat, almost groaning, before turning the handle of the door experimentally. It wasn't locked! Maybe Cry had decided to lay down for a nap.

Pewds pushed the door open and called, "Suprise, Cry! I came to cheer you up!"

No response.

Felix raised an eyebrow and began to explore slowly. The three bedroom apartment was a bit big for Cry, but the extra two were for guests, a hideaway for his siblings and a guest room for his long distance friends to stay, like this week. The couch folded out into a bed, which meant everyone would have a place if Cry and himself shared a bed like usual...

He turned his attention back to looking for Cry, checking the kitchen. Aside from a drainer full of freshly cleaned dishes, nothing seemed suspicious. The water on the ceramic plated and plastic cups was evidence enough that Cry was just there, within the past, say, thrity minutes. The faucet was dripping as if the water had been on just moments before. Pewdie couldhear the washer shut off in the next room. Had Cry been...cleaning? It wasn't all that weird, but all at once...to clean everything? That...was a bit strange.

He saw that the bathroom door was closed and light flooded out from under the crack. That made a lot of sense, if he had been in the shower or using the bathroom, with the fan on, he likely didn't hear the door or the knocking! Felix tapped lightly on the off-white door.

"Cry, it's me, Pewds!" He said cheerfully, standing back in case the door anticipated the look of shock and familiar happiness on Cry's face when he saw him...he blushed slightly. His lip twitched in a soft smile.

No response.

Alarmed, Pewds knocked again and said, "I'm coming in, Cry."

No response.

Felix turned the handle and pushed the door open, but it stopped, stuck on something. It gave way sligtly when he pushed, but it didn't move much and bounced back each time he shoved it. His heart stopped in his chest, his pupils blown wide in terror when he realized what was stuck. He nudged the door open and found it was Cry's leg that had been blocking the way. His calve would likely have a bruise later.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" Pewdie screamed, on the verge of hyperventilating as he took in the entire scene. The remains of crushed up pills were spread out on the counter, as well as a straw and a razorblade. On the floor beside Cry's left hand was a bloodied one. Pewdie saw the words 'stop it' and 'why' carved into his arm, alongside deep slashes that tracked his skin all the way to his elbow. Blood was pooling quickly on the tile, staining the shaggy white rug. Cry was sarcely breathing, his chest rising and falling weakly in jagged gasps for air like a fish out of water.

The empty orange prescription bottle in cry's right hand made it all sink in.

Cry was trying to overdose.

Cry was tying to kill himself.

He was foaming at the mouth and his eyes, now a pale blue, were barely cracked, staring up lifelessly at the ceiling. Saliva trailed from his mouth to his cheek and dripped onto the tile beside his face. All in all, he was dressed comfortably. He had on Felix's hoodie and tee shirt and Cry's favorite oants and scarf and jewelry, he must have been well prepard for his. His phone was in his hand but Felix didn's bother to grab it and see what the unsent text said. He was too busy screaming and sobbung uncoherently, trying to figure out what to do.

Just HOW pale Cry's flesh was what scared Felix the most and he screamed again, loud enough that everyone came running this time, up the stairs and bursting through the front door, one by one. They throw the bags onto the floor unceremoniously and ran towars the sound of Pewdie's horrified sobs and screams.

Red made it there before anyone else. She was the strongest, emotionally, of the group of gamers, but she could have never have been prepared for what she found. It was a good thing Russ had fallowed her because she stumbled backwards and her legs began to shake so hard that she fell to the floor in a haphazard pile of limbs and red hair. Herboyfriend bent down and covered her eyes, holding her tightly, trying to hide her gaze from the horrible sigt but unable to take his own eyes away. He felt luke vomiting, he struggled to hold back the urge for his lover but it scarely worked, he gagged on the putrid scent of blood.

Cry looked like a bloodied, horrific corpse, pale and unmoving and cold.

"No, nonono, Cry, no, PLEASE, why, Cry, why? Oh god, Ryan, don't leave me! I'm here, i'm right here!" Felix sobbed. Jund stormed into the bathroom and immediately set to work, seemingly unfazed by the scene. "Snake, call the police and tell them we need an escort." He grabbed a towel and began to wrap Cry's pouring arm, screaming, "Someone hold this as tight as you can! We have to stop the bleeding" He yelled for someone to bring him a cup of water and swiped his hand across the counter, the drug dust flying across the floor.

Russ returned with the cup of water and Jund turned to Pewdie, who was still holding the makeshift tourniquet against Cry's arm. "I need you to lay his head in your lap and lift him a bit." He commanded, taking the straw off of the counter and sucking some water into it. He blocked off the flow with his finger to retain the water and pushed it down Cry's nose, tapping it quickly, releasing water down the man's nostil.

To everyone's short lived moment of relief, Cry began coughing violently, his eyes closing tigtly before opening again, slowly, a little wider than before. "Scott...Scott...ahhhhhh, hnnnnng...cough cough, Scott, ow, why, what...where, how? Annnng...ahhh, am I dying?" Cry sobbed almost incoherently as Jund dripped more water down his nose, causing another sputter of weaker coughs. His jeans were soaked on Ryan's blood and water he was pouring down his friend's throat. He was trying to clean the pill residue out of his nose before they went to the hospital.

He was trying to cover Cry's tracks so he wouldn't go to jail for using drugs.

It wouldn't matter, though, if Cry didn't make it.

"How's that escort coming?" Jund hissed at Snake.

"We can go as fast as we need, they'll meet us on the way."

"Shhh, shh, Cry, it's okay. You're okay. You're not gonna die. See, we stopped the bleeding! We're going to the hospital! You have to hold on, stay with me, Cry. Don't fall asleep. That's it, Cry..." Pewds stuttered, bending down and kissing Ryan's sweaty, cold forehead. Jund threw the still full cup of water into the sink and looked into the hallway. Snake was packing a bag of Cry's clothes and his phone. Red and sobbing loudly into Russ's chest, her fingers balled into the front of his shirt like a kitten's claws kneading it's mother's belly...and Russ...Russ just didn't look right. He had every right to look as fucked up as he did. His best friend was...

And PewDiePie.

Felix Kjellberg.

Poor Felix was screaming and sobbing. Everytime Cry's eyelids closed he would start kissing his forehead and cheek and start crying for him to wake up. Jund ran out to grab a blanket. "I'm so tired, i'm so cold..." Cry sobbed weakly, unmoving. His eyelashes fluttered as he struggled fot wakefulness, and Jund returned with a comforter and demanded that Pewdie lift up the brunette American. He did as he was told.

Cry was limp in his arms like a dead animal. This is what his first pet had felt like when he had died... hanging heavy and limp in his arms, lifeless and unmoving and so cold...Scott spread out the blanket on the floor and Pewdie lay him down, and Scott wrapped him up. "Carry him to the car." Scott sounded distant. He had to keep this together, for Cry. Someone had to be strong.

Immediately, everyone headed out te front door. Battlestar, who had been pulling up the car, grabbed Cry's keys and closed his dog in the master bedroom before locking the door behind them. Russ ended up carrying Red. She was still suffering from a great amount of shock and no one blamed her. Perhaps after being the stongest for so long, she deserved this moment of weakness and comfort. Scott was leading Pewdie down the stairs, Cry hanging limpy in his arms.

This isn't happening.

This can't be happening.

Snake opened the door for Pewds and he climbed into the passenger's seat, holding Cry closely, continuing to murmur softly to him. "Cry, stay with us. We'll be there soon, you're okay! Cry, look at me..." Everyone piled into the car and Jund whipped out of the parking lot. Battlestar rolled down his window and stuck his head and arm out, waving at every cop that passed. Soon enough, one of them whipped out ahead of them and turned on their lights and sirens. They must have been able to see through the lightly tinted windows and figure out that the man wrapped in te bloody comforter was on the way to the hospital. Surely the broadcast had been sent to every car, as a warning that the vehicle with an injured man was in desperate need if an escort.

Battlestar climbed back into the car and buckled his seat belt. He reached over and brushed Red's hair back behind her ear before leaning his forhesd on the window.

Seeing Red cry made everything feel so real.

Eveyone was in shock.

No one said a word beyond Pewdie's now incoherent babbling to Cry, He was keeping the boy's attention enough that he was staying awake. "I'm so cold, i'm so cold..." Cry sobbed, a tear dripping down his cheek. Felix bent down and kissed it away. "Shhh, shh, we're almost there, we're almost there..." he cried, weakly brushing his nose against the other man's cheek.

Everyhing else was a blur. Time meant nothing, no matter howfast they moved, no matter how fast they drove, it wasn't fast enough. Pewdie carried Cry into the ER and screamed at everyone who tried to seperate them. "I have to stay with him! Please let me stay with him!" Russ led Red to the waiting room that was closed off from the rest of the hospital with a small window with blinds and a door. She could be seen through the glass crumpling the floor in hysterical crying. Battlestar went to the gift shop and bought some water bottles for everyone, the Chinese food in his arms. No one was hungry enough to eat but it would help settle their stomaches after they knew Cry was going to be okay.

He was going to be okay.

He had to be okay.

Scott placed his hand on Felix's shoulder and turned him to face him, his eyes full of tears. A stern expression came across his face and he "Pewds, let them take Cry. They have to save him, and if you don't let him go, he's going to die. It'll be okay." He whispered, touching his chin and tilting his face up. His expression softened and he wrapped his arm around Pewdie's neck, giving him a light, meaningful hug. "Please, put him on the gourney. Tell him goodbye, and that you'll see him when he's better. He has to go into surgery now."

Pewds sobbed and began nodding weakly, and moved to lay Cry down on the gourney slowly, his vision blurred by tears. "I'm so cold...I can't feel my hands..." Cry's complaints were weaker now. Scott was explaining to the doctor everything they knew as Felix said his goodbyes. "There are deep cuts on his right arm a-and he took a bunch of pills, c-can you save him?" he whimpered, shaking. His once strong facade had fallen, crumbled, he looked scared and vulnerable and terribly, terribly broken. Another sob hiccuped in his own throat and he felt a burning pain from holding it back.

"We'll do everything we can. We'll take him back to survery and give him blood, sew up his arm and pump his stomach first off, then we'll have to check him for any brain damage from a potential fall due to te overdose, and internal bleeding from the pills. We'll save him if we can. we'll do everything." The nurse assured softly, her eyes gentle, looking over at the Swede. Scott glanced over as well.

Pewdie was crying in Swedish, bent down over Cry. He unraveled the blanket from him and let it fall to the floor beside him, bending down to whisper against Cry's ear. "I love you, I love you, Cry, I should have told you, I should have helped you, I'm sorry, Cry...Don't leave me, Cry..." He felt Scott's hand on his shoulder and knew his time was up.

What if Cry didn't make it? What if he never saw him alive again? T-this could be goodbye...forever.

Pewds licked his lips, watching as his own tear fell and landed on Cry's cheek. He watched it trail down his cold, pale skin, noticing suddenly how blue his lips were. He left a trail of light kisses along his jaw that ended with him hovering above te brunette's lips. He gently pressed himself a bit closer, his hand running through Cry's hair as he tilted his head. He felt just as cold as he imagined he would, but his lips were soft and he tasted sweet, like candy. He recieved no resistance from Cry. He wasn't moving.

"We have to move! Patient is unresponsive!"