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SlovWales: Spit It Out

Samuel laughed at something his friend Feliks said. The group of friends were at the mall, having some lunch. It was always fun to go there after a week of their respective college courses.

Samuel glanced towards his best friend and crush, and his smile fell. Will was glancing at the table, his eyes glassy. Samuel could see that the Welshman wasn't just lost in thought. Not pleasant thoughts.

Frowning, the Slovak reached out to the other's wrist, startling Will.

"Are you okay?" Samuel asked.

"Y-yeah," Will said, before he smiled. "Just a bit distracted."

Samuel could see that there was something more, but he didn't know if he should pry or not. Sometimes, when he questioned Will, the Welshman shrank further into himself. And other times, when he didn't pry, he could see the look in Will's eyes. The look of hurt and betrayal.

Will had confessed a few months ago that he was suffering from depression. Samuel was the only one that knew. Will was taking medication, but Samuel was worried that it wasn't enough. Thankfully, he knew that Will wasn't hurting himself, and he hadn't attempted suicide. Yet. Unfortunately, Samuel didn't know whether or not he was getting better. There were some days when Will was doing fine, but others when Samuel could see that he was trying very hard not to cry. Will had sometimes gone to Samuel, and the Slovak had to comfort the Welshman when he was curled up in a ball.

Samuel could see that Will's smile didn't reach his eyes, and he quickly placed one of his chips in Will's plate. The Welshman blinked, before another smile crossed his face, and this one seemed a bit more sincere. As long as he knew that Samuel was there for him.

…

Samuel sighed as he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and another around his hair. He had just come out of the shower, and was looking for his clothes.

He saw his phone blinking, alerting him to a new notification. He quickly dried his hands and swiped the screen, seeing that it was from Will.

I'm sorry. I… I can't. I tried. I really did. Goodbye.

Samuel blinked at the screen, feeling horrified. He quickly dialled Will's number, and he felt his stomach drop when there was no answer. He checked the time of delivery, feeling panicked when he saw that five minutes had passed. Quickly, he got dressed, ignoring his sopping wet state, and ran to his car.

He drove to Will's apartment building, and ran to Will's second-floor apartment. He frantically pounded on the door.

"Will, open up!" he shouted.

He listened closely, not hearing any movement inside. He tried the door, only to find it locked. He took out his own keys, happy that Will had given him a spare key, before unlocking the door. It took a while, as his hands were very shaky, but eventually he managed to force his way inside.

He immediately froze in shock. Will's apartment was a bachelor's apartment, which meant that there was only one room and a bathroom. And Samuel could see the Welshman near the bed, collapsed and with a bottle of pills in his hand. The Slovak quickly ran to him and picked up the bottle. Empty.

"Shit," Samuel cursed, before checking if Will had a pulse. He sighed in relief when he found one, though it was very faint. "What the hell were you thinking?"

He knew that he didn't have much time. He didn't know exactly how many pills Will had swallowed, or how long it could take to kill him. And he knew that several minutes had already passed. By the time the ambulance arrived, it could already be too late.

He quickly picked Will up, alarmed at how light he was, and went to the bathroom. Samuel positioned him next to the toilet, and forced two fingers in his mouth. For a while, nothing happened, and he feared that he was too late, but then Will convulsed, and Samuel quickly removed his hand before Will started to vomit.

Samuel winced when he saw Will expel the contents of his stomach, and he could see the pills clearly. Some of them hadn't finished dissolving yet, but how many of them did? He saw Will's eyes snap open, and he sighed in relief.

Once Will was completely finished, Samuel pulled him into a tight hug, unknowingly planting kisses all over his head. Will tensed, before he relaxed.

"Dummy," Samuel muttered. "Why would you do something like that? Don't you know that there are people that love you?"

Will didn't answer, just burst into tears. Samuel hugged him closer, tears streaming down his own cheeks.

"Come on," he whispered. "We don't know if we managed to get all of it out. So, let's go to the hospital."

Will nodded, and the two of them left.

The prompt is: 'Person A is known to have depression, but has never gone so far as to attempt suicide. One night after an alarming 'goodbye' text to Person B, they run to their house to find the door locked. After finally managing to get in (this can be decided by the writer) they eventually find Person A collapsed, only half conscious with an empty bottle of pills in their hand. Person B, not having time to call poison control or 911, tries to get Person A to throw up the pills.'