So it took a little while getting this chapter posted.
After some difficulties and distractions we finally got it done. This story is connected to another J2 fic that I am doing, entitled Until Death Do Us Part, which you do not have to read to understand this, but it is there if you feel like checking it out. Also, this story is co-written by bordoutofmymind, who has a few btr fics that are really awesome you should check out.
Since this is intertwined with a J2 fic, both Jared and Jensen are included in this story and are friends with the characters here. Just giving a heads up because I realized I didn't give both of them good introductions.
I don't think there's anything else to say, so yeah, enjoy and review!
JAMES POV
Leaning into Carlos are lips touched softly as he wrapped his arms around my neck deepening the kiss, shoving his tongue down my throat; realization hit me I pushed him off of me and stared at him wide-eyed.
"What?" he said licking his lips coming out of a daze…I think?
"What do you mean 'what'? You just fucking kissed me!" I practically scream at him.
"No I d-"he stopped, realizing he kissed me. "What did I do, Oh my gosh, how am I going to tell Jake? What if he won't love me anymore? What if he breaks it off? What if he tries to kill his self again? What if-" I cut him off.
"Carlos everything is going to be fine, you just need to tell him straight up, and he'll be a little upset but he'll be happy that you told the truth and won't do any of those things." I said sternly even though I can't know for sure.
He sat there absorbing th information, maybe trying to convince himself. "Yeah I bet your right. I'll tell him tomorrow when I call him." He said with a sigh getting out of the car. I still don't get why he would kiss me I know he has been lonely without Jake but I didn't know that it was that bad that he would kiss me 'Just one more month' I thought with a sigh hopefully the time will fly by and Jake and Erin will be able to leave that place. Getting out of the car I made my way into our house and went straight to my room, flopping down on my bed all thoughts of Carlos kissing me got replaced with that blonde, bushy eyebrow guy, my eyes started to grow heavy as they slowly shut I could still see the smirk he gave me, falling into a peaceful sleep.
Waking up I could hear someone talking. Making my way out of my room passing by Carlos' room I realize it is him talking on the phone.
"I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to I swear." I heard him say, opening the door quietly peaking inside to see Carlos sitting down with one leg bouncing up and down and his lips curled down into a from as tears brimmed his blood-shot eyes, I stared at him a second longer then quietly closed the door and when to do my morning routine.
JAKE POV
Walking to the cafeteria, getting breakfast with Erin as we wait for Logan. When I woke him up this morning he seemed out of it, he really needs to talk to the therapist about changing his meds. After we get our food we sit down as Logan finally came in with his eyes still droopy looking like a zombie, he sits down next to me without saying anything or getting any food.
"Hey you okay." Erin said looking at Logan, he didn't respond with that she frowned and turned away.
"Logan, are you alright?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder, he turned his head and looked at me or rather though me, his eyes were glazed over. "Logie," I said shaking his shoulder, he shook his head and blinked a couple of time.
"What? Where am I?" He asked looking around I just stared at him worriedly. "How'd I get out here? Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked.
"Um…are you feeling alright?" I asked.
"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" He said with a raised eyebrow.
"Um… Logan what's the last thing you remember before coming out here?" I said.
"The last thing I remember is walking to brush my teeth and seeing Jordan smiling at me." He said with a shrug.
I was about to respond when a nurse came up to our table I think her name was Jordan but I didn't really care.
"Jake." She said. My head snapped up.
"Yeah." I said looking at her.
"You have a phone call," She said smirking.
"Uh who is it." I asked.
"He said his name was Carlos…I think." She said shrugging; I shot out of my chair and made my way over to the reception desk where the phone was.
Picking up the phone I had this really bad feeling.
"Hello?" I answered, taking a shaky breath.
"Hello Jake?" Carlos said. I let out an uncontrolled sigh.
"Hey Carlos, I miss you." I said.
"I miss you too babe." He replied, but there was something in his voice that worried me.
"Carlos is there something wrong?" I asked hopping I'm wrong but with the sigh I just heard from him I knew right then and there something had happened.
"I'm so sorry." He said, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to I swear." He said sounding like he was about to cry.
"Carlos you're scaring me, what happened? Why are you sorry?" I asked worriedly.
"Please don't hate me." He pleaded, as I could picture his face right now his tears streaming down his cheeks.
"I could never ha-" I tried to say but was cut off.
"I kissed James." He said, I just stood there frozen not being able to speak. I was stunned to silence and the only noise on the line for a couple of minutes was the sound of muffled sobs. "Please say something, anything, I'm sorry." He said full on sobbing.
"Why did kiss him, Carlos." I spat pinching the bridge of my nose.
"I don't know." He said sniffling.
"That's not good enough. Why did you kiss him?" I said raising my voice.
"I-I don't know, I guess because I missed you and felt lonely." He said truthfully. "I really didn't mean too, I'm sor-" I cut him off.
"Do you like like him?" I said anger bubbling up.
"No I don't, I only like him as a friend and plus your my one true love. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" he asked, I felt my heart swell for a second but then shatter into a million pieces ago.
"I'm sorry too Carlos, I have nothing to say to you right now, really I thought you wouldn't do anything like this but I guess I was wrong, I can't talk to you right now. Goodbye." I said hanging up the phone. I just stood there for a minute letting it sink in 'How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me?' I thought to myself deciding I just need to go back to my room.
Walking back to my room as my mind kept swarming with thoughts of why Carlos would do this
'Am I not good enough '
'No you're not your worthless'
'No I'm not'
'Yes you are'my mind kept arguing back and forth until I was broken out of my thoughts by being knocked to the floor I think I hit a wall but heard some else hit the floor.
"Ow." Someone said. Looking at who I ran in to it was Jared.
"I'm so sorry Jared, I wasn't paying attention." I said standing up and extending my arm to help him up.
"It's okay Jake, it was my fault I should have been watching where I was going." He said with a half-smile.
"No it wasn't your fault it was mine I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even see you there." I said looking down.
"I guess where both at fault then huh?" He said with a laugh, I couldn't help but laugh too, it felt good to laugh for once. "So what's up?" He said scratching the back of his head.
"Uh….nothing." I said not wanting to bring up Carlos.
"So how are you and Carlos going?" He asked, I frowned at the question but put on a forced smile.
"Good actually, How are you and Gen doing?" I lied trying to change the subject.
"Really?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow, I just nodded. "We're doing really good, but I miss her." He answered with a frown.
"Sorry." I said.
"Um…Well I have to go," He said, and after we said are goodbyes he turned and walked away as did I.
When I finally made it back to my room, Logan was laying down staring at the ceiling; he turned and looked at me when I sat down on the bed.
"So what did you and Carlos talk about?" he asked.
"Nothing," I replied with a sigh.
"Really?" He asked turning on his side looking at me.
"It was an awesome talk." I said sarcastically.
"What happened?" He said sitting up.
"I don't want to talk about it." I said harshly, turning the other way and facing the wall. I heard him get off his bed and walk over to me; I felt the bed shift and looked over to see him sitting at the edge of my bed.
"Are we friends?" He asked randomly.
"Yeah I think so, why?" I said sitting next to him.
"Well aren't friends supposed to tell each other things?" He asked.
"I guess." I said looking in his eyes.
"So are you going to tell me what happened now?" He said putting his hand on my shoulder.
"Fine," I sighed. "Well you know Carlos called, and he told me that he kissed James and said he only did it because he felt lonely and missed me, but I just don't know." I told him as stray tears fell from my eyes. Logan pulled me into a hug.
"It's okay." He whispered in my ear before we pulled apart, we just sat there staring at each other, he brought his hand up to my face and wiped away my tears with his thumb, I don't know what compelled me to do it but I inched my face closer to his and he did the same, our lips barley touch and I could feel his warm breath ghost over my lips, I couldn't take it any more I pushed my lips to his and it felt amazing but wrong at the same time
'I have a fiancé I can't do this' I thought.
'He cheated on you first'
'So, it doesn't make it right'
'Yes it does'
'I'm not a cheater'
'Really? Take a look at who you're kissing.'
Ignoring the voice inside my head, I pushed him down on his back and straddled his hips, not breaking the intense kiss. One of his hand is tangled in my hair pulling it making me moan into the kiss as my hand went under his shirt feeling his body. We pulled apart for the need of air just staring at each other with intense passion, his eyes clouded with lust as sure as mine are too, I took of my shirt and as did he. I leaned down and kissed his lips for a second, kissing down his jaw line towards his neck, sucking on his neck gently, hearing barely audible moans escape his lips as I bit down on the tender skin making him moan louder from both pain and pleasure. Removing my mouth from his neck looking make up at him, he grabbed my face and pulled me into a passionate kiss, the lust in our eyes started to dim so did the passion in the kiss as we pull apart licking our lips, slowly opening our eyes. We stare at each other for a minute letting what happened and what almost happened sink in. As I processed this I just stared at him wide-eyed and he did the same I was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. I just stared at the door not moving, as the knocking continued.
"Hey can I come in?" Erin asked through the door.
"Huh, Yeah." I replied slowly and emotionless. The door slowly opened and Erin entered the room looking at us with a confused expression. "What?" I asked.
"Um…Why aren't you guys wearing shirts? And why does Logan have a hicky, and your guys lips are swollen." She said continuing to point out obvious things with a smirk, I quickly grabbed my shirt and threw it on and Logan did the same. I looked at Logan and he nodded, I knew he didn't want to answer the questions ether so we stayed silent. "Well aren't you going to answer me?" She said placing her hands on her hips. We both shook our heads, 'no'. "Fine," She said with a huff and turned around, "Well are you guys coming to dinner or what." And with that she left the room.
"I'm sorry." I said facing Logan. He gave me a half-smile.
"It's okay." He said standing up from the bed.
"No it's not." I replied, upset with myself for letting that happen.
"Jake it's fine, let's just not bring it up okay." He said and I nodded and we left the room, I still couldn't believe we were in the room for that long we even skipped lunch.
I wasn't feeling that hungry, I just decided to sit down and think about what just happened and what I did. I still can't believe me and Logan almost had sex,
'Why did I do it why?'
'Because you're a cheater, nobody could ever love you'
'That's not true.'
'Yes it is. Why don't you kill yourself already, Carlos has already moved on, he never loved you.'
'You're lying.'
'Am I? Everyone that you thought loved you never did, your parents never loved you they even told you, Carlos cheated on you with one of you friends who's supposed to Love you as a brother but he doesn't ether. So stop lying to yourself and kill yourself your just worthless waste of space nobody needs you.'
"STOP!" I yelled, looking around I see Erin and Logan staring at me worried like, "I have to go." said before they could ask what's wrong, I ran to our room shutting the door and putting a chair barricading the door so it won't open.
Logan's POV
"What was that about?" Erin asked me.
"How am I supposed to know?" I asked, looking in the direction Jake ran, contemplating running after him.
"Well, you're the one who was fooling around with him, so I'd figure you'd know what's going on with him," She said with a sarcastic tone , making me turn to glare at her.
"Whatever. I should go make sure he's okay." I said, getting up.
"Why wouldn't he be? Logan, what happened?" She said following me to the room.
"He and Carlos had a fight, that's it. You can ask him about it later." I replied sharply ending the conversation.
When we reached the room the door was shut, and when I went to open it, it was stuck.
"Jake, open the door," I called in. I heard a little movement on the other side of the door, then silence. So, I knocked on the door. "Jake!" I said loudly.
Both Erin and I began pounding on the door with our fists, calling for him to open the door, getting the attention of a couple of nurses walking by.
"What's the problem?" They asked, approaching us.
Erin and I looked at each other, both worried for Jake but also not wanting to get him in trouble. "The door got stuck, I think, and Jake was taking a nap, so I'm just trying to wake him up so he could come out and have dinner with us." I said, and the nurses walked away, deciding it wasn't worth their time.
"Hey, is there any way you could get us into the room?" Erin called after them.
One of the nurses turns back, and with a sigh motions for us to follow her. She leads us into the room to the left of our room and takes out a set of keys. She opens the adjoining door for us. "Here you go," She said motioning for us to go in, and locked the door before leaving.
Erin and I were both grateful for her not following behind us, both knowing what to expect from Jake.
As the door shut behind us, both of our gazes locked on Jake standing near the edge of his bed, a sheet twisted and tied around his neck in the style of a noose attached to the ceiling fan in the center of the room. The fan was turning, shortening the length of the sheet with each rotation, making it easier for Jake to hang himself. Erin ran to the switch to turn the fan off while I ran to the bed to try and get the sheet from around his neck.
"Logan, leave me alone," Jake pleaded, fighting to keep the noose around his neck.
I kept an arm around his waist, keeping him on the bed, while my other hand fought to get the sheet off. Erin was helping as well, and between the both of us we were able to free him from his death trap and throw him back on the bed. There were tears in his eyes.
"What were you thinking?" Erin screamed at him. "Do you know what this would have done to Carlos? To James?" She questioned angrily.
"Screw Carlos and James," Jake spat, leaving Erin shocked.
"How can you even say that?" She asked incredulously. "Do you even know how much Carlos loves you? You know, your fiancé?"
Jake finally allowed the words to seep in, and he turned to look at me before dropping his gaze. "I know, and how can I face him after that? How could I do that to him?" He said in a low voice, seeming to be speaking mostly to himself.
"Jake, it'll be okay." I said, trying to comfort him, knowing that I was a part of the reason why he tried to do this, but he shook his head.
"It won't. How can it possibly be okay? First, he breaks his promise, and does the one thing he says he'd never do to me, and then I turn around and do the same thing. How are either of us going to get passed that? Tell me Logan?" His voiced turned acidic.
I sat there, shocked looking at him, not knowing what to say to make things better.
"Okay, what happened?" Erin asked, her voice much softer than before. Jake shook his head indicating he didn't want to talk about it. She dropped her shoulders with a deep sigh. "Whatever; don't tell me. Whatever the problem is you guys better find a way to get through it, because I'm not going sit here and let you kill yourself."
"Oh you're one to talk," Jake said, obviously looking at the fresh scars on her wrists.
"That is not the same at all," she said through gritted teeth, turning her arms so the scars were hidden.
"Look, she's right." I said, stepping in. "You can't kill yourself over this; you and Carlos will work it out."
"He's going to hate me."
I shook my head and put an arm around his shoulders, "He won't hate you. He'll be mad, and probably hate me, but he couldn't hate you."
We didn't speak for a while after that. Jake sat on the bed, lost in thought, as Erin and I removed the sheet from the fan and the chair from blocking the door.
I must have blacked out or something, because the next thing I remember is was sitting at the dinner table with Erin, Jared, Jensen, and Jake who had called my name a few times to get my attention.
'Why does this keep happening?' Thought to myself as I pretended to be engaged in whatever conversation they were all having.
After dinner, we all sat around a table and began playing some card game I only half paid attention to when Jordan came over, half glaring, half smirking at me, confusing me at the latter. Her gaze didn't linger on me long before she walked a few feet away with Jensen and in a sincerely soft and sensitive tone of voice told him that his wife had been in an accident and passed away. Jared rushed to Jensen right away and helped steady the fairly large man.
We all automatically walked over as Jordan moved away from the two men. No one knew what to say, so we allowed Jared to help Jensen to their shared room while we stayed back, still shocked about the news and worried about our new friend.
My mind kept wandering to the smirk Jordan has had the last few times I've seen her. She seems as though she's up to something, yet I barely have any contact with her, which confuses me even more. Maybe it has something to do with Kendall; maybe she thinks she's won. The thought makes my blood boil; there is no way she's won him over. If she has, then why did he kiss me, and why did he get so flustered when we talked about it? No, I refuse to believe she has any advantage with him; not now.
Although, coming to the conclusion that we are at an even playing field, or even ahead of her, when it comes to Kendall, I am left even more confused and dumbfounded at the smirk she sports in my presence. Something is going on; I just can't figure it out.
I must have had another blackout, because all of the sudden Jared was back and everyone was discussing Jensen and how the expected him to act. As soon as I came to, I joined in the conversation giving my opinion on the idea of staying with him and making sure he didn't do anything stupid.
After we concluded the conversation and retreated to our rooms, a different nurse made rounds, saying Jordan was busy with the other half of the rooms, and this time I was only given two pills.
"I guess your doctor changed your prescription," Jake said as he took his medication and settled into bed.
The nurse looked confused at his statement but said nothing as she watched me swallow the pills and then left.
Erin's POV
'Today was a very long day,' I thought to myself as I plopped down in my bed. First, I practically walk in on Jake and Logan, then Jake tries to hang himself, and then we find out Jensen's wife died.
I grab the piece of glass I broke off of one of the mirrors in the one of the staff bathrooms here from under my pillow and look at it, contemplating feeling the cool glass pressing against my skin.
The day's events replay in my head and before I even realize what I'm doing I am dragging the glass across my wrist, feeling the sting I've come accustom to over time. Right away I began to regret do it, not because I cut myself, but the placing of the fresh cut. People have begun to notice them and call me out on it.
The thought of Jake yelling at me because of the scars and fresh scabs on my wrist made me draw the glass across my skin once again, only this time is was higher up on my arm, where it would be hidden by the sleeve of my shirt. I quickly grabbed some tissues from the bedside and soaked the blood from the fresh cuts, so I didn't get the red fluid all over my bed sheets and clothing, because that would cause too many questions.
After the shallow wounds stopped bleeding, I got up to throw the stained tissue away before slipping back into bed and falling asleep. It was times like these I am very happy I've yet to get anyone to room with.
The next morning I met up with all of the boys, and we went to one of the nurses and asked them if we would be able to spend the day in Jensen and Jared's room, to comfort him after his wife's death, and she quickly agreed that it would be the best thing.
We brought Jensen breakfast and spent all morning in the room with him trying to talk to him, but not making him talk. All we really wanted to do was allow him to realize he wasn't alone, that we would all be there for him. Although, other than Jake and I, we'd all just met a few days ago, we'd grown very close to each other, and the last thing any of us want to see is anyone else trying to harm themselves again.
Unfortunately a nurse came in to tell us we had to leave Jensen to go to a group therapy session, which we felt was the wrong thing to do.
"I'm sorry, but you all will need to attend this group therapy meeting." She said, looking around the room at all of our faces.
"We really think that being here is more necessary than being there, at the moment," Logan told her.
"I didn't ask you what you felt was needed, I'm telling you what is required of you," The nurse said bluntly, upsetting all of us.
"The most important thing right now is not sitting around in a damn circle listening to people tell their stories, not when we have someone here who clearly needs us," Jared said sharply.
"You can all return right after, but for now you must go." She replied flatly, not giving in. "And you should all be lucky we allowed so many of you to stay in here all day as it is, you shouldn't push your luck." She finished and turned to walk out, waiting by the door for us to exit.
We looked around at each other and all stood up. "I'm not leaving. Unless you want to send someone to come in here and drag me to group, I am staying right here. The last thing I need is to hear about how bad everyone has had it," Jensen mumbled and turned to face away from us.
We all looked from Jensen to the nurse wondering what she was going to say, "Fine. Considering your circumstances, you may spend the hour here." She replied and ushered us out of the room.
"Of all the people to leave alone in this institution, you decide to leave the guy who's already tried committing suicide and who just lost his fucking wife, instead of leaving us to watch him and make sure he's okay?" Jake exploded in the nurse's face after she shut the door.
"The language and tone you're using is unnecessary and will not be tolerated here. I suggest you work on that, sir. Besides, this is a secure institution, your friend, Mr. Ackles, will be fine, even if left alone for a short period of time." The nurse said and began to walk away.
"Yeah, because nobody around here, in this secure institution, has found a way to self-harm or anything of the sort, that would be absurd," I called out to the nurse, my voice cold and filled with venom, causing her to glance back at us to glare, but continued walking away. I turned to look at the guys standing around me and all of them had looks of concern plastered on their faces. I shook my head deciding not to address the issue. "Come on, we'd better get going."
None of us wanted to stay in therapy today and we all were itching to get out, so of course today would be the day everyone had long stories and we ended up staying there longer than usual. Walking back to Jensen's room, we realized our visitors were waiting for us.
James was sitting at a table, eyes shifting around the room. "Hey," I said standing behind him, causing him to whip his head around.
"Hey, yourself," he said, and the sound of his voice and looking at his radiant smile gave me massive butterflies.
I moved around him to sit beside him, breaking eye contact to gain a little bit of self-control. I've had feelings for James as long as I can remember, my feelings only getting clouded when I feel the extreme need to end my life, and as many times as I have attempted suicide, he has actually kept me from trying on several accounts, even though he doesn't know it. I haven't told him about how I feel; I'm too scared it'll push him away and I might lose the one person I care about most.
His smile faltered for a moment, "Are you okay?"
His question and the sadness his face showed confused me, for a couple of reasons. One, I am in a mental institution, how 'okay' could I really be? And two, I had hardly said anything, how could I have proved to be anything other than okay?
"Yeah?" I said in the form of a question, not knowing what he was referring to.
He sighed, the twisted expression still on his face. "You look drained, more so than you have in a while, and I've noticed the new scars and scabs," He said, grabbing my hand, but not looking down at the cuts, although my eyes instantly dropped.
"I'm as good as I can be, James. Really, I'm fine," I assured him, meeting his gaze once again. "I'm not cutting that much," I lied.
"You shouldn't be at all," He said and his voice broke slightly. His hand squeezed mine, and my heart broke a little. He's always been the one person who's cared about me.
"I'll try," I lied again, but a part of me wished I were telling the truth because he's the one person I would want to be able to stop all of this up for; he would be the reason I didn't wake up and want to kill myself for. Maybe one day he can fully be that person, but right now, the feeling and the urge is always there.
"I hope so," he said, and I know he knows I'm lying, but like me he wants it to be true, so for now, we'll both just pretend it is, and hope that's enough.
"So, what's going on between Carlos and Jake?" I asked, both for a change of subject and for a curiosity that has filled me since I walked in on Jake and Logan.
James blushed quickly, 'why is he blushing? That was a blush, right?' I thought, but the rosy color was gone as soon as it came, leaving me to wonder if I had imagined it. "Uhm, well, he kind of…" He trailed off and dropped his eyes, to look down at our hands and he began fiddling his thumbs with mine.
"James, out with it! What happened?" I said, extremely interested in what he had to say.
"He kissed me yesterday." He said, and my jaw dropped.
"You kissed Carlos?" I asked, stunned, when he didn't say anything else. I know James is bi, so him kissing a guy doesn't shock me, but him kissing Carlos shocks me very much. Although hearing about James kissing anyone doesn't make me too happy, anyways, this just threw me.
His head snapped up, "No, he kissed me. Well, I guess I kissed back for a second before I realized it was Carlos, and I reminded him about Jake. He just missed him a lot and it happened."
Even though I'm not going out with James or anything, I was unable to keep the hurt out of my voice, "So what, do you like him?" I blurted out.
"No, no, I've never seen Carlos like that, and he doesn't see me like that. Like I said, he was really missing Jake and he didn't know what he was doing. But, Carlos is just my best friend, like you," the words rushed out of his mouth, but he stopped abruptly.
"Like me," I said, averting my eyes, allowing that to settle in. 'If you only knew, James; if you only fucking new.'
"Well, not like you," he started to say, but I interrupted him by standing up, and taking my hand from his.
"No James, it's okay," I said not able to hide the hurt in my voice, and I'm sure my face betrayed me just as much.
"Erin, I didn't," he said as he stood up, but I put a hand up, halting his words.
"No, actually, I have to go do something, but it was nice seeing you, James," the tone of my voice not changing.
I turned to walk away but stopped before I could take a step. Jake was standing up, facing a shaky Carlos, screaming at him. "You said it would never happen! And then…" He paused, for a second, "You know what, there is a lot going on right now, and the last thing I need to do is sit here and fight with you. Good bye, Carlos." He turned and stormed off, leaving Carlos standing there looking as though he was going to break down.
I turned back to James, reluctantly. "You should go check on Carlos. He's going to need you now," I told him.
He nodded but grabbed my hand instead of moving towards his heartbroken friend. "Look, I didn't mean that, my friendship with him isn't like ours."
I shrugged, hoping it would seem as though I didn't care, although from my previous reactions it's clear to both of us that I do. "No, he's your best friend; I'm your best friend. Same thing, right?"
"No, not the same thing," He said, and he dipped his head down and touched his lips to mine, briefly, but as he began to move away, I pushed up onto the balls of my feet to prolong the kiss. He seemed to get it because his hand that wasn't holding mine moved up to rest on the back of my neck. He pulled away first, "I should go check on Carlos, and you should go check on Jake," he said, with a smile, squeezing my hand.
I nodded, clearing my now cloudy head, "Yeah," was all I could say.
He let go of my hand and he both began walking in the same direction, him stopping as we walked passed Carlos. I briefly said hello, but he was so upset, he just managed a weak smile, tears in his eyes, although none had spilled over to roll down his cheeks. I made my way to the hallway Jake had disappeared to, only to see him running back towards me.
"Jake, what's wrong?" I asked, as he quickly approached me.
"Jensen," He said in a gasp, as he passed me.
I stopped and watched as he ran to some nurses. I then turned back and began to make my way to their room. The nurses rushed passed me and Jake stood at my side as we approached the door.
"It looks really bad," He said, slightly out of breath, but more from seeing Jensen than running, I think.
I decide to peek in and see what happened, and as the nurses pushed Jared out of the way, before they could take their place around him blocking my view, I briefly saw blood, a lot of blood.
Jake and I waited quietly outside of the room as the nurses worked on Jensen. Soon, they asked Jared to leave the room, and as he walked out a massive amount of Jensen's blood was smeared over his hands and shirt.
It left us wondering if after that much blood loss, would Jensen make it?
Drama drama drama. sigh.
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