After that they move onto his legs and they get finished before Jake and Rich get back. Honestly, Conner feels bad. Rich is surprised to see Conner again.
"So did you convince them then, tree boy?" Evan nods. He's currently holding Jared who just sorta looks limp. Lifeless. Conner is sitting next to Evan, stroking his hair. Jake is concerned for Jared,
"You alright buddy?"
"If I move, I'm gonna be in so much more pain than I already am in." Evan kisses his forehead.
"He'll be all right." Rich scratches his neck.
"So like... Are they both staying tonight?" Evan looks at Conner.
"I mean... If you want me to, Ev."
"Unless someone carries me, I'm not moving."
"I guess then, yeah."
"All right, whatever. "
"Richiiiieee"
"Whaaaaaat?" Jake wraps his arms around his waist and kisses his head.
"Awwwww, Jake~~" Jared groans quietly.
"I need to wash my sweatshirt." He's thinking out loud.
"I can do it." it takes Evan by surprise to hear Conner volunteer.
"I know easy ways to get blood out of clothing."
".......I'm not even gonna ask."
"That way Evan can stay with you. I'll just do it with my laundry tomorrow."
".......thanks..."
"Mhm..."
"You're never this nice to me. What happened?"
"... If we're gonna share... We should... Be nice?"
"I guess. We already have a peace treaty in our dorm."
"Yeah, but... I still don't like you. I'm trying to though."
"Ditto dude"
"At least you're trying." Evan sighs contently.
"Uhuh." Conner slides over to wrap his arms around Evan's waist. The three of them fit snugly on the bed together. Tallest to shortest. Adorable.
The next morning is hell for both Michael and Jared.... and Jeremy. Jeremy practically stayed up allllll night with Michael. Conner is up first and he probably has already taken off to do that laundry, waking Evan as he got up, who just stayed in bed with Jared. Michael probably ended up passing out in the bathroom eventually, waking up with the urge to dry heave once more.
"Michael, baby, take your-" he yawns. "Take your meds."
"Fuck- give em to me, I don't - shit - know where they are." Jeremy gets up tiredly and retrieves them, giving Michael his daily dose. Michael immediately shoves them in his mouth and swallows them dry. It hurts, but he doesn't care.
"I have water-" He coughs a bit and chokes out the words
"No. I'm fine."
"Michael."
"I'm fine. I'll just - I'll just throw it back up, I can't keep shit down." Jeremy sits next to him again, holding his hand. Michael is just leaning his sweaty forehead on the seat, breathing shakily.
"Jer, I'm fucked."
"No. No no no you're not. It'll get better."
"It better. I feel like I'm dying."
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Two Player Game
Fanfiction!! WARNING !! I wrote this book 3 years before publishing and I did NOT reread it. There will most likely be smut, self-harm, suicide attempts, panic attacks and the possibility of sexual abuse. PLEASE take caution when reading.
