(Jason's POV)

I glanced over at Dylan as he sat in the corner. Over the last two days he had gone into a reclusive state. He hardly touched any food he was given, he never spoke, and whenever he'd feel me staring at him he'd just curl himself tighter and close his eyes, refusing to acknowledge my existence.

I didn't blame him... I went too far in my anger... What I'd said probably ruined anything we ever had... I'd be lucky if he ever looked at me again...

I rested my face in my arms and sighed. "I'm such an idiot..." I murmured to myself.

The door to the room opened and I looked up as the guard stepped in, motioning to me. I stood and, with one last glance at Dylan, followed the guard out of the room.

When the lab came into view I slowed. It wasn't that I didn't want to be there, I felt more welcome there than with Dylan anyways, I was just... kinda having second thoughts. There were just so many things that I didn't want to lose...

My parents... My cousins... If this didn't work then all the times I'd spent with Dylan were gone too... It was scary to think about...

The door was opened for me and I stepped in, spotting Dr. Samuels by a counter towards the back. When he looked up he smiled encouragingly. "Today's the day." He said.

I nodded lightly and sat down in my usual chair. He came over and set a syringe on a table close by. "Everything okay?" He asked as he strapped me in.

I nodded. He smiled and patted my shoulder as he stepped behind me. "If you want to change your mind you better do it quickly. I can't reverse it once it's done."

I hesitated but, shook my head. "I'm not changing my mind. I want to do this."

"Alright. But, remember the danger I warned you about." Dr. Samuels said with a meaningful look.

I nodded and he picked up the syringe. As he put the needle to my arm I said, "Wait!"

He paused and looked up at me. I looked down and mumbled nervously, "Do you think it's worth it? Will Dylan even care?" I asked. "Or is the damage already done?"

He put the syringe down and squeezed my hand. "I don't believe he wants to lose you anymore than you want to lose him. If this is the only way to fix that then I think you should go for it." He smiled. "Even if it doesn't change things between you and Dylan at least your situation will have benefited from it."

I took a deep breath and tried to stop the shaking of my legs. "O-okay... Then let's get on with it."

Dr. Samuels nodded and picked up the needle. "You'll be out for a bit but, I wouldn't worry too much. You have all day." He said.

I watched as he pressed the needle into my arm and a slight sting pinched my skin. I winced and clenched my teeth. Dr. Samuels pulled the needle out and set the syringe in a bowl. Then he cleaned my arm and put on a bandaid.

My head started feeling fuzzy and I blinked several times to try and focus on something. But, as my vision blurred I gave up and allowed myself to fall into a deep sleep.

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(Dylan's POV)

As the door closed behind Jason I relaxed, my tense form easing out a little. I wondered how long my natural reflexes would keep up. I didn't want to be afraid of Jason... I just...

I shook my head and stood up. I didn't want to think about it. I began to pace the floor as I ran my hands through my hair.

Stop thinking... Stop thinking... Stop thinking... I just need to stop thinking...

Suddenly, there was the sound of the lock and I turned to see the guard poking his head in. "Dr. Gibbs called for you."

I looked down in disappointment. "Oh..."

I stepped out into the hall and the guard pushed me roughly down the hall. I frowned and shot him a glare. Jason's guard wasn't rude like that...

I stopped and pursed my lips. Jason... was always on my mind... Even when I was just walking...

"Get your ass moving." I snapped out if my thoughts as the guard shoved me forward.

I was brought to Dr. Gibbs' lab and told to wait. I did as I was told and soon after Dr. Gibbs came in. "Hello, Dylan. How's everything with Jason going?"

I didn't reply and kept my head down. He chuckled and I practically winced with every sound. As I stood there he pointed to the treadmill in the corner. "Take your shirt off." He said.

I sighed inwardly and pulled my shirt off. I stepped up onto the machine, trying not to flinch when Dr. Gibbs hooked some wires to my arms and chest. He checked a different machine before switching on the treadmill. "Don't slow down." He commanded.

I started running, my arms pumping at my sides as I ran. He pulled out a clipboard and pan. "So, you've recently experienced a dramatic event. Do you think this had effected your physical abilities?"

Was it so hard to tell that I didn't want to talk about it? I took a deep breath while I ran and replied. "I don't know..."

"That's not an answer." He scolded me. "Try again."

I frowned as my side began to ache a little. "I guess... I'm more tired than usual..." I said. Personally, I didn't really care. I just gave the first answer that came to mind.

"Do you think this is specifically because of Jason's rejection?"

I slowed my running and got a sharp shock of pain in my heels. I yelped and quickly started running again. Dr. Gibbs didn't seem affected by this and asked again. "Do you think your lack of energy is specifically because of Jason's rejection?"

He was asking the question that way on purpose. But, I knew I had to answer. "Probably..."

"Does it bother you greatly that he hates you now?"

I could feel a lump in my throat and tried to swallow it back. "I guess..."

"Do you think he'll ever forgive you for what you did?"

It took everything in me to hold back my tears as the memory of Jason yelling at me filled my mind. "C-can't we talk about something else...?"

"Answer the question, Dylan." Dr. Gibbs said firmly as he reached forward and turned the treadmill up higher. I tried to gain a steady pace but, my legs were getting shaky from my emotions, causing me to stumble and receive a shock from the machine. "I d-don't know..." I said.

"Are you ashamed for what you did?"

My hands trembled as the combination of anxiety and weariness began to get to me. "Of course-"

"Then would you take responsibility for your actions and do the mature thing?" He wrote something down. "Would you apologize?"

"Wh-what? I did... I mean, I tried..."

"But, he rejected you again, didn't he?"

Jason's face flashed in front of my eyes and I saw all the anger and sadness that had been there when he'd told me it was my fault. I felt tears on my face as I said, "Yes...! He hates me now...!" I sobbed.

Dr. Gibbs suddenly reached over and switched off the treadmill. "Okay. That's all I had for you today. If I have anymore questions, I'll have the guard bring you back."

I stopped running and my eyes dropped to the floor as Dr. Gibbs unhooked me. I reached up and wiped my face before I walked towards the door. The guard brought me back to the room and I went inside, sitting back down in the corner.

I had barely put my back against the wall before the door opened and I looked over to see Jason walk in. I turned away quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice my red eyes.

But, to my surprise and utter horror he came over and extended his hand. The words he said next were so shocking I just stared at him. I thought things couldn't get worse. I was wrong.

"Hi, you must be my roommate, Dylan. I'm Jason. Hope we can be friends."

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Hey everyone! I really can't tell you how sorry I am... I never ever meant to hurt you guys like this... I just really needed a way to fix what I did earlier. Don't worry. I'll fix everything in the near future. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! AS ALWAYS, VOTE, COMMENT, FOLLOW, AND STAY AWESOME!

-Nekoco