𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗠𝗘 ━ 𝗝.𝗚 𝘅 𝗝.𝗪

Ⅳ ━ TRUST US

Jake

I lead him to the other side of the ward. I honestly have no idea why I'm helping this kid out. He threw up all over me, and I can still feel his vomit on my shirt. Yuck!

But he's my friend—the first friend I made at any psych ward I've been to, and honestly, I have a feeling I won't let this one go. 

I went into a secluded room and locked the door. "This is mainly the storage room, but nobody ever uses it because it's vacant, so I reshaped it up a bit," I stated. 

"Wow, you did all of this?" he asked. I nodded. 

"You wouldn't mind if I changed my clothing here, right? Cause you, like y'know, threw up on it." I chuckled. His face slowly fused a bright pink color in embarrassment, but also gave a gesture of agreement. 

I changed out of my white uniform shirt, which stunk so badly, and put it in the dryer. Then I put on a black graphic tank top, which exposed my belly button, which I didn't really care about, and some black flare leggings to match. 

"I'm done. You can uh-" I paused to see him still looking and blushing. "Dude!" 

"What!" He yelled. 

"Don't yell at me; you looked weirdly at me while changing!" I yelled back. 

"I-I'm sorry, you look so.. pretty? I-I don't know how people call that for a guy.." he muttered.

Damnnit, now he's making me blush. 

"Bro, Just go and freakin' brush your teeth or change or somethin' Jesus." 

"O-Okay!" He said as he scrambled to find the nearest bathroom. 

.....

"So, how did you manage to take care of me? Usually, people would send in doctors when I have panic attacks because they can't handle it..." Johnnie asked me. 

"Oh uh y'know I've been all over the place, I'm usually the one that has to take care of everything when shit gets tough so, Its fine." I shrugged it off, but I just made it seem as much bad as it looks. 

"Like cleaning up vomit? I'm sorry about that, dude. And it's even more embarrassing for me; I was just smiling in my mess, looking like an idiot." he scolded himself. 

"Dude," I said, holding his hands. "Trust me, it's fine. If anything, I've been through much worse situations than just cleaning up someone's puke." 

"Really?"

"Really."

He seemed much more comforted by that. I gave him a small smile. "Let's get some sleep, okay?" 

I put the blanket over Johnnie and me and shut off the lights.