I'm fine, until I'm not.

Too Far To Fall

"I need you to find something to tie the area between his elbows and shoulders with, it will help stop the bleeding faster. Can you do that?"

"Y-yea." I replied, looking around and noticing the shirt Mitch had on the night before- ironically a Merome shirt. I bit my lip before ripping it apart into thin strips and tying it tightly around that section she mentioned on both arms. "Alright, I did it." I said, staring at Mitch's face, still pained, myself only feeling numb.

"Alright, now I need you to look around and see if he ingested anything at all." She instructed. My heart panged in sadness, not having thought of that at all, feeling guilty I hadn't. "Hey, are you still there?" she asked after I didn't answer.

"Yeah, sorry..." I replied, looking around at the counter and seeing a few pills there, all to familiar to me. "H-he took some painkillers, I'm not sure how many, but there are some lying around." I stated.

"Is there anything else there? Has the bleeding slowed?" She asked.

I turned back to Mitch, lifting the towels carefully and sighing in relief as it did slow a bit. "Yeah, not much but it has slowed, the shallower cuts are clotting." I said, sounding slightly relieved.

"Good. Alright, make sure you stay with him until the paramedics arrive. If you have any blood on you, change and go with them to the hospital." She said. "What is your friends name?" She asked.

"Mitch Hughes." I said, my voice cracking.

"I really hope he is okay, I have to go now, but the paramedics should be there soon." She said before hanging up. As I heard the click the damn broke and tears fell past my eyes, clenching my fists and hitting the ground, wincing as it hit the edge of a pool of his blood and caused it to splash up on my shirt and face.

"Why did you do this Mitch, what happened that made you do this?" I asked to the unconscious and dying person, getting no response, not that I expected one. I took a deep breath, standing up and pressing the towels back to his wrist, leaving the bathroom for no more than thirty seconds to switch into a pair of shorts and a shirt that weren't soaked in my best friend's blood. As I walked back into the bathroom, I noticed it looked like Mitch was staring at something. I followed his eyes as I heard the sirens in the distance, my heart breaking as I saw he was looking in the mirror. "...Did you really hate yourself, and your life, that much and I never noticed?" I asked quietly, shaking. "Why wouldn't you tell me, I would have helped you Mitch." I heard the sirens grow louder as I shook like a leaf in the doorway to the bathroom of horrors. "Why did you do it this way instead of asking for help? Did you really believe that all of these groups before falling apart was your fault?" I asked as the front door smashed open, the sound or running and wheels filling my ears. I took a step back out of the bathroom,enough brain space left to realize that all the time I could save them would save Mitch, quickly calling them over before giving the boy on the floor another look. He had never looked more broken and fragile than he did there.

I stepped out of the way to allow the paramedics in, hearing them ask a few questions, but when I didn't answer they proceeded to get Mitch into the gurney. "Do you want to come along?" I heard somebody ask. I looked up to see a sympathetic face looking at me. I blinked and nodded, still at a loss for words now that all I was left to was a room of blood and blades, the silent remaining drips of the water setting a sad tone. "C'mon and hurry up, we need to leave now if we have any chance to save him." He said, running to the vehicle with me right behind. I was put in the corner of the vehicle, which was fine with me.

The ride to the hospital, as brief as it was since we lived only a few blocks away from one, was simply a blur. The only thing I could recall from the ride was that at some point to the hospital, I pulled my phone out to text Ryan.

He did something stupid, on way to hospital now, I'll tell later. Sorry.

As we pulled up to the hospital, the group all leaped out with urgency, me following not nearly as quickly and certainly not as coherently, since I had to be stopped at the end of the lobby. I heard them say something to me, the words simply not registering as I watched the boy I loved, and my best friend, be wheeled down the hall into the emergency bay, trying to memorize his face as if it would be the last time I would see him alive.

It might.

"You need to stay out here, when there is news they will tell you." The receptionist said, looking at me with kindness, before turning back to her computer. "Can you tell me who he is so I can enter medical information?" she asked.

I shook myself out of it, I still had more to do to help Mitch, it wasn't over yet, so I gave her the name, age, height, medical plan, and his injures. As I went to walk away, I remembered something important, whether he lived or not. "Hey, I need you to not release his name to the public, not until he says it okay... if ever... please." I said. The girl gave me a mildly interested look before shrugging and turning back to her phone with a slight nod to acknowledge what I said.

"Whatever." I figured that was the best I would get, and I went outside, needing the cold air to wake my brain back up. I skimmed past Ryan's messages, catching that he would be here as soon as he could, but not reading the rest, I had some other people to tell about this as well.. I opened my Skype app, going to favorites and pausing. I sighed, noticing my hands shaking. I tried to flip through the contacts, debating who to call first before finally deciding on one person.