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ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ/ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛʙᴀʟʟ, ɪᴀɴ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴜꜱᴇᴏᴜꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 2 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɪᴀɴ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ. ɪᴀɴ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇꜱ, ɴᴏɴ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴᴛ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ, ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴊᴏᴄᴋ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇʀꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ-
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Kevin opens the door in excitement, eager to get back to his goth lover, "Hey Ian, I'm finally...back-" looking around he sees a small handful of pills on the counter, no trace of a bottle. Next to that he studies a Sweaty and distressed Ian leaning over the counter, almost hyperventilating,
"Ian you alright?"
"Jesus Kevin-"
Ian rapidly shuffled things around, catching his breath. He's trying to hide shit. "Yeah I- uh just took my meds...". Kevin walks in and sets his coat on the bed, investigating the scattered meds. "Well Christ you don't need this many what'da trying to OD or something?" He says jokingly, brushing it off the shoulders. But Ian didn't answer- he looked pale and weak, hunched over the counter not facing Kevin. He looks at Ian...puzzling...then it hit. The sudden realization dragged his heart to the floor, his face quickly drained as he rushed to attend Ian, "How many did you take?-" Kevin slides the meds away from him and sits Ian down in the corner.
"Just a few, Kevin please-"
"Ian, how much did you take?"
"I don't know, like 4 maybe-"
Kevin stumbles around to find the bottle. Ian tries to hold onto him as he gets up, lethargic. "Kevin- come on-" Kevin glanced at him again and noticed his eyes... he was drunk...
Desperately dragging his hand across the floor he feels a bottle graze his hand, the source of the pills, Ian's Seroquel
"Jesus Ian this isn't candy its your fucking Antipsychotic-"
"And?"
Ian says weakly, carelessly. He was clearly hammered, and there was no way he only had 4, for fuck sake the bottles empty. He knew exactly what he was doing... Kevin rushes back to Ian. "And!? Fuck Ian how much did you drink-".
Ian rolled his head back, his body felt too heavy, "Enough." Kevin struggles to get Ian to stay conscious; he's sweaty and woozy, yet smiling-.
"I was just trying to feel a little again alright? I'm ok-"
Kevin nearly tears up, "Fuck Ian, I was only gone for a bit-". Doing what he can to keep Ian from passing out, he holds his head up and cradles him, "What the fuck were you thinking!?"
Ian finally lets go of his body as his head rolls back, not feeling anything, he smiles, enjoying it. He could barely even hear Kevin anymore-
"Fuck, Ian...IAN, IAN- SOMEONE GET THE FUCK IN HERE". As Kevin cradles Ian, he holds him tight, rocking him back and forth, sobbing, he can't believe how fast this is happening... "COME ON IAN... PLEASE!"
Kevin looks up, praying for a miracle. Then out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ian's phone, on the top of his CDs. Kevin feels hope rush through his veins. "Ok...ok, ok baby, alright I'm gonna let you go now, just please stay awake please... I'm gonna get us help ok?"
As Kevin starts to stand, Ian weakly mumbles, "No, Kevin.. Come here... lay with me..." He says with soft lovey smile, reaching for Kevin. Kevin barely hears Ian's mumbles, laying him against a wall as he bolts for the phone. His mind and body rapidly entered overdrive, dialing 911.
"No- god Kevin, theres no need-"
Ians voice faded, his vision continued to blur as his blinking slowed
Kevin gets on the line with the dispatcher and feels relief hearing them, 911 whats your emergency
"My uh my boyfriend- he's 17 I- I think he took a bunch of his seroquel and he's drunk a- and I can't get him to stay awake- "
Kevin walks back to Ian, who was phasing in and out of consciousness, drenched in sweat
Kevin continues to talk with the dispatcher while attending to Ian, he's starting to look concerningly ill...
"Come oonnn Kev, just stop come on"
By the end of the call he could hear the distant sirens,
"It's ok Ian It's gonna be ok"
Ian looks up at Kevin,
"Hey, I love you fucker..."
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