Ross sat straight up in bed, breathing hard. Confused, he looked around. Light filtered in heavily from the windows, illuminating the whole room with a slight golden glow.

Pulling back the covers, he noticed that someone had dressed him in a fresh t-shirt and jeans. He grabbed his glasses from his bedside table, slipping them on his face, before sliding out of bed. Walking out of his room, he heard a dull thump come from Max's room across the hall, followed soon after by a loud, "Fuck!"

Yawning, Ross entered the room, curious. He stopped dead when he saw who was there, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

"Adam?"

His friend jumped, hitting his head again. For some reason, he was on his hands and knees, head under the bed. "Shit! Oh, um, hey, Ross!" He successfully removed his head, sitting back on his legs. "How you feeling?"

Ross raised an eyebrow. "I'm good, but uh, what are you doing here? And in Max's room of all places? He'll kill you if he finds you."

Adam's face fell, an increasingly worried expression developing. "Hold up, you don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"Ross..." Adam stood. "Max, he..."

"Max what? Is he okay?" Ross began to panic. Max was fine, right?

"He tried to commit suicide, Ross. He and Tim are at the hospital. You called me here."

Ross' world crashed around him as Adam's words triggered the memories his mind had so desperately tried to forget. One image flashed constantly, repeating itself over and over.

Max, pale and unmoving, laying in his own blood.

He stumbled back, hitting the wall, hands clasped to the sides of his head, as if he was trying to block out the painful images. Adam, of course, quickly darted over. "Ross! You okay, man?"

Ross looked up into his friend's worried and concerned face. Just the presence of a familiar figure comforted him. "y-yeah, I just...the memories, they..."

"Overwhelmed you." Adam held his shoulders, simultaneously pinning him to the wall and supporting him. "Shock must've really hit you hard. I'm surprised you made it as long as you did, with...what you've seen. When I found you in the shower, you'd literally cried yourself to sleep. The shower was freezing cold, too, by the time I decided to check on you. I didn't want to wake you, but I didn't want you to get sick or anything, either, so I just shut the water off and kind of carried you to bed."

Ross just nodded, not thinking nor caring about the fact that Adam had seen him naked. He was bisexual, true, but he was married {This was written before they split up, and for some reason I was under the impression they were married}, and a good friend. He trusted him. Instead, he muttered, "Yeah, I-I'm okay, though, I guess. More importantly–" Adam opened his mouth, as if to argue, then cracked up when Ross smiled weakly and asked, "Why on Earth were you under Max's bed?"

"Well, you see, Ross," Adam started, in a deep, theatrical voice, before speaking normally. "I was cleaning your floor, to, you know, avoid any reminders of what happened when Max gets home." Suddenly, he looked over his shoulder, glaring daggers at the floor. "Dammit! I left the towel I was using under there!" Sighing, he turned back to Ross. "Can you support yourself?"

"I-I think so."

Adam let go slowly, stepping back. Ross stumbled a little, holding his arms out to the side. His friend froze, ready to catch him, but Ross gave him a thumbs up, signaling he was okay.

Adam turned away, then spun back around. "Oh! I almost forgot, and that would've been bad. Not long before you woke up, the hospital called. Tim's fine, he should wake up soon. They said they'd call again when he did."

Ross frowned. "What about Max? He'll come home soon too, right?"

Adam rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly avoiding look at him, finding the wall much more interesting. "Well...actually, Ross, Max, he..."

Ross paled, blood draining from his face. "No...Max didn't..." He swallowed. "...d-die, did he?"

"No no no no no, Ross," Adam's eyes widened as he waved his hands around. "Max is fine, he's alive he just...won't be coming home."

"Why not?"

His friend sighed, and for the first time since this whole mess started, Adam began to cry. "Ross...Max is in a coma. If he doesn't wake up in six month or sooner...they'll pull the plug. He'll die." {Generic, I know.}

Ross' eyes rolled back in his head as he slumped against the wall, out cold.

{Yeah It's been a while. I am currently in Mexico and don't have access to the actual story, but I went deep-file-diving on my laptop and found some pieces. Got one more chapter to go, it just needs some editing. Should be up late Monday or Tuesday. See ya in a bit!}

Yeah my mom hijacked my laptop so it's gonna be tomorrow. I'M SORRY I CAN'T KEEP MY PROMISES!!! 😭😭😭