The two shared a look. I figured Nick told them about the stupid fight that pushed me over the edge to go through with trying to kill myself. Maybe I shouldn't have texted him.
"Of course, we'll send him up. We're going to get dinner downstairs." My mom kissed my head, a sigh leaving her lips. "I love you, William."
"I love you too, Mom."
Lucille just pecked my cheek and squeezed my shoulder before she left with my mom. My heart pounded against my chest at the thought of Nick.
My eyes were on the tube inserted to my stomach, a weird liquid pumping into my stomach. I cringed at the feeling. The straps were tight and uncomfortable.
Why would they assume I would be upset?
Well you were, dumbass. You screamed how you wanted to be dead.
The sound of the door opening interrupted my train of thought, my dead snapping up. My stomach bubbled with relief.
His eyes met mine and I instantly frowned at the sadness and guilt swimming in the greenish- hazel color.
Nicholas pulled up a chair beside my bed, his eyes on the strapped around my chest. Hi s face was flushed and hardened. I gulp, wiggling one of my arms in the straps.
His hands grazed against my arm as he unclipped the straps freeing me. I inhale a long breath, my airflow smoother.
"I almost lost you." Nicholas started, his head bowed down. "I'm so sorry, baby boy. I've never felt so much pain and regret in my entire life. I didn't mean to hurt you and make you nearly kill yourself. I don't want to break up but I thought I was a problem. I love you so goddamn much, William."
I frown, reaching my arm out to touch him, but I whimper in pain. "You weren't the reason I tried to, Nick. I just felt awful on how I treated you and everything was piling up. I love you too." My right arm reaches over to stroke his cheek, "I'm sorry for hurting you. For ignoring you. You needed me and was hurting and I was so selfish..."
Tears fell from his eyes, meeting my cold hands. "I don't want to live without you."
"I'm sorry you nearly had to."
My words caused Nicholas's face to twist with sadness and a sob left his lips. His head laid into my lap, wetness growing on the sheet.
"I was so scared, William! I thought I lost you forever!" My fingers raked through his hair, puffing out my lip at the hurt noise. "Please don't try to leave me. I love you more than anything."
The stinging tears fell as my grip tightened on his hair. I silently nodded. "I never want to hurt you ever again."
After a moment, he lifted his head, wiping the tears on his red face. "Are we still together? Do you need a break? I understand if you do."
I shook my head, swiping my thumb underneath his eyes, "I don't want to take a break, I don't want to fight again, I don't want to hurt you again, I don't want to be in the hospital again..."
He kissed my cheek with a forced smile, "I will try to help as much as I can. You can't cut, throw up, anything, okay?" I nodded, wrapping my good arm around his neck, fumbling with his hair. "Let's make a plan, alright?"
I tilt my head, "what kinda plan? Like an eating plan?"
Nick kissed my lips softly before he responds. "That with a few more, then. I want you to call me whenever you feel like cutting, and if you do cut, call me immediately. When you get back home, throw away every sharp object, like your mom did last time."
