Two Player Game

~Chapter Sixty-Five~

He's honestly feeling horrible, head pounding and dizzy, shaky, nauseous. He all but stumbles back into the dorm.

"Jeremiah Heere, you better not do what I think you're gonna do." He stands to face Michael.

"YOURE still not taking your meds! I found them in the trash can in the hall."

"I-I know, I- Fuuuuuuuuck, I gotta sit down, the room's spinning." Jeremy rushes to him, helping him to their bed.

"Can you please, please tell me why you're not taking your meds."

"B-Because... Because my father would rather have no son than a Gay son, Jer." Jeremy pauses before hugging him so tight. Michael grips him tight.

"He - he said it with my mother in the room, I heard her. She wouldn't have any idea what he said, it was all in Spanish. Tengo no hijo en tu. Tengo uno hijo. No es tu." he sobs into Jeremy's shoulder.

"I-I'm so sorry, Michael." He holds him close. He loves him so much.

"Only one son, just my brother. Just- Jeremy, I can't-"

"Shh shh," he runs his fingers through his hair. "You can do it. You can make it, you can get through it. I'll be here."

"Not - not now, God, how could a-any of you s-stand me, J-Jeremy? I'm - I'm horrible!"

"No you're not. Your dad is horrible for not accepting you for you. I love you for who you are."

"It - it was terrible, he kept telling me how DISGUSTING I was! H-How much of a- an ABOMINATION I am!"

"You're not any of those, Michael. I promise you, you aren't."

"Jeremy - Jer -" He's just sobbing into the crook of his neck, holding him tight.

"I love you so much Michael."

"You don't mean that. Obviously he didn't, h-how could you? I- Fuck, Jer."

"I do mean it. You're the best thing that could ever happen to me." He starts to tear up.

"I would rather die than say I don't love you." Michael shoots up to put his hands on Jeremy's face.

"Jeremiah -"

"Michael I love you. I would give anything up for you."

"No no no, don't -..." he stares into Jeremy's eyes a minute before just curling up against his chest.

"I love you so much, te amo, mahal kita, Jeremy-" Jeremy holds him closer.

"Don't you dare think for a second That I don't love you. I love you so much."

"Okay, okay, Jeremy, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you-" Jeremy kisses the top of his head. Then he's shooting up again in a burst of heavy nausea.

"Jerem- shit -!"

"Bathroom, Go!" Then he's stumbling away and just barely making it to vomit in the toilet. Jeremy rushes to his side, when he gets a glass of water for him. He feels so bad for him.

"I feel like I'm dying, fuck-" Jeremy rubs slow circles on his back.

"I hate this. I hate - blehhhh"

"Will you please start taking your meds Michael? Please?"

"I will. I will, I promise." He has to wait until tomorrow to take them again.

"Oh God, force them down my throat next time I do this, fuck-"

"We just have to get through this night baby."