It's an F'ed Up World and It's No Two-Player Game ~ Boyf rieds (Be More Chill)

If You Leave Your Brother Behind, It's Fine

AN- this is my first time writing smut jfc kill me (if you don't wanna read it then I've put in a little indication to show you where it starts and stops but plz don't skip the whole chapter it's kinda important.)
TW: suicide attempt and references to self harm

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"Michael?" I knock on his door.

Knock, knock, knock.

I get no reply.

"Michael? Hello?"

Knock, knock, knock.

Still nothing.

"I'm coming in,"

I open the heavy hospital door and almost have a heart attack.

Michael's laying on the bed, completely motionless.

"Michael!" I cry out, rushing to his side. "Can you hear me?! Michael!"

Unlike last time, worry and fear for him hit me like a tsunami.

"Jeremy... what the fuck...?"

"Michael! You're okay!" My eyes light up when I see him begin to move around some.

"Calm your non-existent tits, Jere... I was just sleeping. And you know I sleep like the dead." He presses several buttons on his remote that make his bed move around some, but as soon as he's done, he looks up at me, completely serious and asks, "Did you get rid of it?"

"It-... it's gone."

Michele closes his eyes slowly and allows a smile to creep up on his face. "I missed you, man,"

"I missed you too, Mikey,"

"Do you have something you want to tell me?"

God, he sounds just like his mom.

"Michael, there's a million things I want to say to you,"

"I've got time,"

"The most important one is, fuck, Michael... I'm sorry. And I don't-"

"Jeremy, you can stop there. That's all I wanted to hear,"

"But Micha-"

"Jeremy, that's all I wanted to hear. I'm tired, babe,"

My cheeks flush red. Where did 'babe' just come from?

"Do you want me to leav-"

"Stay here with me. Please,"

"Okay, Mikey. Just me and you,"

"Against the rest of the world. Is it a two-player game?"

"It's a two-player game,"

I smile weakly and a watch Michael peacefully drift off into a quiet slumber.