[Be More Chill] One Shots - DISCONTINUED

•{RichJake}•

(A/N: it was requested, so I delivered)
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WARNING: angst, suicide and depression themes, medical stuffs

Rich's POV:

I stare at the hospital walls, white, blank, and devoid of anything to distract me from my boredom. Ever since Jeremy had left the hospital, everyone got busier, and visits became less and less frequent. I still had a week at least left in this hell hole with the worst. food. ever. Jake was one of the only ones trying to visit everyday. At least on Saturdays, everyone showed up and hung out with me. However, today is Tuesday, so that's not happening... I look up at the clock on the wall. It read 2:30 pm. I sigh, seeing as school ends at 3:15 pm, and the hospital is at best 15 minutes away from the school. So if anyone was visiting, it would be an hour of boredom until then.

I reach my right arm out for the remote, but my bandages around my burns shifted and scraped across the tender flesh underneath. I yelp in pain as a stinging sensation radiates through my right arm. A nurse flings the door open and rushes in.

"What is it? I heard you in the hallway! Are you in pain? What's wrong?!?" she questions me with a concerned look on her face.

"Oh, I think I'm fine. It'th jutht that when I went to grab the remote, my bandages rubbed againtht the burnth underneath, and that, ath you can tell, really hurtth," I reply, hopefully calming the brunette leaning over me, checking me over. She looks me in the eye, nods, and hands me the remote. I smile and mouth a "thank you."

She then asks me, "Do you want some painkillers?" I nod my head. She asks me, "Anything else?" I shake my head no, as her eyes go calm again.

She runs the painkillers through my medicine bag, then leaves the room, shutting the door carefully behind her.

I turn my attention to the remote and turn on the TV to watch Say Yes To The Dress, my guilty pleasure, though I'd never tell anyone that. I feel my eyelids getting heavy, and I finally submit to the tiredness taking me over.

Screams fill my ears, and all I can see are flames encompassing my vision. The fire sears and scalds my flesh.

Tears fill my eyes. I can't still be in the fire... I try to scream, but instead, I feel my lungs filling up with ash and smoke.

I start running through the flames, searching for someone, anyone. I run into a shadowy figure. I look up at its face to see Jake looking down at me.

"J-Jake..." I cry to him.

He stares down at me coldly, a stark contrast to the inferno around us.

He says, "It is all your fault! Why did you do it, Rich? It is all your fault!"

"No, n-no, you can't pothibly believe that," I manage tripping over my words, sputtering from the smoke.

He screams at me, "Rich! It's your fault! I shouldn't have saved you in this fire! I should've let you die! You deserved to die!"

His words cut into me like a knife. Tears stream down my face. He's right, I did deserve to die. That was my intent when I started the fire. It is all my fault... Jake shouldn't have saved me...

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"Rich? Rich?!? Please wake up! Rich, please! Rich?!?"

I feel my shoulders being shaken as the voice begged and pleaded for my return into consciousness.

I slowly open my eyes to see a frantic, crying Jake on his crutches, leaning over me with his hands grasping desperately onto my shoulders.

"Rich! You're awake!"

"Thadly..." I mutter, but he clearly hears me and immediately replies, "More like thankfully. You were screaming and crying in your sleep!"

He looks into my eyes. His crystal brown eyes pierce through mine, and I can see the tear marks running down his face.

"Why do you even vithit me? I burned down your houthe! You broke your legth jutht cauthe of me! I thet that fire tho I would die! You thaved me! I didn't detherve that--"

I am cut off by his lips pressing against mine. Tears sting the corners of my eyes.

"I did it cause I care so much about you! You are my best friend, hell, the best person ever! I love you so much, Rich! You didn't deserve to die- don't say that! Your SQUIP was the problem, not you! I could never live without you!" he says to me, his arms wrapped around my torso.

"I love you too, Jake," I whisper into his shoulder. He pulls away for a moment to give me a weak smile. I see a flicker of intent in his eyes.

He finally says to me, "Richard Goranski, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Of courthe!" I exclaim. I've liked him for a while now, and I know he was the reason I realized I was bi.

He drops his crutches onto the floor and gets into the hospital bed with me. We snuggle up together and start to fall-

Nurse's POV:

I walk into Rich's room to find him and that boy- Jake, I think- who visits everyday, cuddling up on the hospital bed, fast asleep. Aw, they really are cute.

I turn off the TV they left on Say Yes To The Dress and take one last good look at the boys before leaving the room to let them sleep soundly, snuggled up, before quietly shutting the door behind me.

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Hey! This is my first one shot ever! I have no idea what I'm doing :D

Please send me requests!!

~BiCeratops