"Dammit, Ross."

Ross woke with a start, momentarily blinded by the fluorescent lights above him. "Wha...?"

"Congratulations, Ross! You've got your own hospital room!" Ross' blurred vision focused on the indistinct shape he recognized as Adam.

"What...happened?"

"Well, you passed out in the hallway after your anxiety attack. The nurses brought you to an empty room not too far from Max's, just to check you over, see if you're alright, and they found some interesting things." Adam glared at him, counting off his fingers. "Malnutrition, dehydration, sleep deprivation, oh yeah! And this!"  His friend, clearly furious, gripped the brunette's arm, gesturing widely to the five cuts on the underside of his arm. "What the fuck is this! Why on Earth would you think this is a good idea! Especially since that's how Max landed here! What the fuck, Ross!" Adam dropped his arm, staring at his face. "I thought you were getting better. What happened, man?"

"I was! For the most part, at least. And it was one time. I wanted to see if it worked. It doesn't." Ross found his glasses on the table next to him, and was shocked at the amount of undisguised worry and fear written on Adam's face. "It won't happen again."

"Thank God." Adam collapsed into a chair, and Ross' eyes widened at the glisten of tears on his friend's face. "I don't think I could stand losing two of you. I can't even imagine how Tim would feel."

He panicked. "Please don't tell him."

"Wasn't planning on it."

The two sat in silence, the only sound being Ross' heart monitor. He was almost asleep when Adam spoke again.

"You're not allowed to leave this room, by the way. At least, for the time being. Their gonna make sure you're healthy again before they even consider releasing you. And once they do, I'm dragging your ass back home and I swear you are on lock-down till you learn how to fucking take care of yourself."

"I can take care of myself just fine."

Adam snorted. "You're in the hospital, dude. Clearly, you cannot. Try again later."

Ross closed his eyes, leaning back against his pillow. "I'm sorry, Adam."

His friend sighed. "I know. Take care, Ross. I mean it. I have to get home, I've got a son I need to look after."

Adam left, Ross waving a good-bye. The brunette stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

I fucked up.

Welp, here is that second chapter that was promised! Jesus Christ, I just don't know what to do with my life. Sorry that it's kind short, these always seem longer on paper, but eh, oh well. Hope ye enjoyed, and I will see you (hopefully) tomorrow!