*Seth's POV*

        I did a lot of thinking after talking with Toby, while I waited for Dylan in his room. Toby had sounded really sincere, and as far as I could tell, he was pretty broken up about the whole thing, too. I regretted not at least listening to his side of the story, but I'd been afraid that Dylan would catch me talking to him and it'd get Dylan more depressed. I thought about how bad Toby seemed to be coping, though it did seem like he was in some kind of relationship with Evan. He looked sad all the time, plus he was losing weight like crazy. Evan never really treated him like a boyfriend, though, because he always seemed to be picking at something about Toby. Finally, I came to the decision that I'd at least try to get Dylan to hear Toby out, or at least let him explain himself. It took about twenty minutes of convincing, but I finally got Dylan to agree to listen to Toby, as long as I mediated. We went on over to Toby and Evan's room, knowing Evan wasn't due out of his meeting with his PO until a few hours from then.
        "Toby, open up. We're going to listen to what you have to say," I tried, after we'd been knocking for 5 minutes. No response.
        "I told you he was lying." Dylan said sourly, though I could tell he'd been hopeful too.
        "No, you should've seen him earlier. He was crying, Dyl." I said, trying to open the door, surprisingly finding it unlocked. I looked over at Dylan and raised an eyebrow.
        "Toby?" I called into the room, as I came in, with Dylan following me closely. I looked around the room and motion on a bed caught my eye immediately. When I realized what was happening, I nearly threw up.
        Toby was laying on the bed, convulsing, with a mix of foamy spit and blood coming from his mouth. He was thrashing around and clawing at his own chest, making a terrible, tortured wheezing-for-breath noise. His eyes were glazed over and he didn't seem to be aware of our presence at all. Tears were streaming down his face and he was twitching... it was sickening to see. Dylan let out a choked sob next to me and quickly rushed to his side, restraining him.
        "What's wrong with him?" Dylan cried as he struggled to hold Toby down and stop him from hurting himself any worse. I was about to tell him I didn't know when I spotted two empty orange medication bottles, with the tops laying nearby, like they'd been taken off in a hurry. Dylan followed my gaze and sobbed.
        "He... he did this to himself?!" Toby drown out whatever else he was going to say as he threw up a mix of vomit and blood all over himself. Dylan looked at me helplessly, holding Toby down, but on his side so he wouldn't choke."Get help!"
        I ran and got a nurse, and soon there were EMTs swarming all over the place. Dylan and I looked on helplessly as they loaded Toby onto a stretcher.
        "Can I go with him?" Dylan asked as they were leaving. They looked reluctant at first, but then I intervened, hoping to atone to my part in leading Toby to this in the first place. I lied. "He's his boyfriend!"
        Reluctantly, they let him go, but just as they were getting in the ambulance to head to the hospital, I caught Dylan.
        "Here, I found it by the bottles," I said, handing him the folded paper I'd found on the nightstand, next to the pill bottles.
        "Thanks, Seth," Dylan said as he got in the back with Toby, his face tear streaked, but grateful. "For everything."

*Dylan's POV*

        I read the note as I sat in the waiting room, and found tears dripping down my face as I did. It was a suicide note.

        Dylan,
I'm so sorry I put you through all of this. I never meant to hurt you, and I'd do anything to take it back... but I can't. By the time you read this, I should be dead. I don't care to die, but I didn't want to leave this life without at least telling you the truth. I didn't He made me. I didn't want to kiss him, or anything else he made me do, but I should've fought harder to stop him. You didn't deserve all this hurt I put you through, and I'll never forgive myself for doing this to you... I am so sorry. I hope you can forgive me for everything I've done... I never wanted this to end like this.... I love you. Maybe in some other life, if we'd met somewhere else... I wish I could be there to tell you how sorry I am, but I don't think I could stand to see you cry again. I am so sorry. You didn't deserve all the shit I put you through, and I didn't deserve you. I know you probably hate me, and I understand, but I love you, and I am so lucky to have met you.
        Goodbye , Toby.
 The note itself was stained with drops where tears had fallen, both mine and Toby's. I was crying and when I turned it over, I saw more written in Toby's handwriting; it was the words from Toby's favorite Disney movie scene. He'd memorized the words and could recite them word for word any time you asked. I never connected it with us, but now I could see how accurate that seemed to be :(
        We met, it seems, such a short time ago
        You looked at me, needing me so
        Yet from your sadness, our happiness grew
        And I found out, I needed you too
        I remember how we used to play
        I recall those rainy days
        The fire's glow, that kept us warm
        And now I find we're both alone
        Goodbye may seem forever
        Farewell is like the end
        But in my heart's a memory
        And there, you'll always be
         I sat there, crying, wondering and hoping desperately for several more hours, though they only felt like minutes to me. I found myself growing angry at Toby for doing this, I mean, how stupid do you have to be to try and kill yourself? How could he do this to me? Finally a doctor came out. He looked blank, and that scared me, though I tried not to let it show.  
        "You're here for Toby?" He asked. No shit doc, I thought as I stood and met him halfway between us. Instead of taking my anger out on him, I nodded. "We pumped his stomach and that went fine... but he had a pretty bad ulcer in his stomach, so we had to operate immediately, but he should be fine. He's still kind of loopy from the anesthetic, but you can go see him if you want, just don't rile him up."

        Toby looked dead when I walked in, and any anger I had fizzled away just like that. How could I yell at him when he was like this? He was pale, like he had been before, and he had an IV dripping into his arm, and a heart monitor beeping rhythmically at his side. He'd been losing weight, I noticed now that he was in a revealing hospital gown, with only his stomach down covered by a white blanket. He still had traces of eyeliner tears all down his face and it made me wonder if the nurses could do anything right. Before I regained my anger, I calmed myself by sitting in the plastic chair next to Toby's bed and grabbed his thin, cold hand in mine. I noticed he had tons of new cuts on his arms, some not completely scabbed over yet... so much for quitting :/ Along with the scars and cuts, he had plenty of fresh bruises sprinkled around. It had to be Evan's handiwork. As I sat there wondering why he'd choose Evan, who didn't even bother to come visit him, over me, when I genuinely cared about him, I felt Toby's hand gently twitch and he moved his head a little.
        "D-Dylan?" His voice was raspy and dry. 
        "I'm here, Toby." I said, not letting go of his hand.
        Toby's eyes slowly eased open a little at a time and I could see his pupils were still pretty dilated. He looked sad, even now, as he stared up at the ceiling, much like I had as he'd left.
        "I'm sorry." He said weakly. "I never  meant to kiss him."
        "I know," I said, though I still wasn't completely convinced... Sure, Evan would do something like that, but why wouldn't Toby just find me and tell me, or Seth? 
        "No, you don't. You don't believe me." Toby said, sounding sad. I shook my head and was going to argue, but he cut me off. "Dylan, I wouldn't lie to you about that. I love you."
        "I know, but... I saw you kiss him, Toby. You can't just fake something like that." I said, letting go of his hand, sitting a little further back. away from him. I stood, getting ready to leave, when Toby's frail voice stopped me.
        "He raped me."

*Toby's POV*

        "He raped me." I said, hoping he'd just stop and listen. I finally got the chance to tell him, and I had to take it.
        Through all my pain, the growing soreness of my stomach, the butterflies hurt the most as Dylan stopped and turned back to me, looking in disbelief. I sat up as much as I could.
        "He... what?" Dylan said, then came back to my bedside. "You'd better not be fucking lying to me." He growled, his anger apparent.
        I felt tears now running down my face and my vision became blurry beyond visibility. Dylan wrapped his arms around me and I let myself fall apart again, sobbing into his arms. He stroked my back comfortingly as he held me, and though the memories of Evan and what he'd done to me hurt, it just felt good to be back in Dylan's arms again.

        Over the next hour, I told Dylan everything about what'd happened, including the first "encounter" I'd had with Evan, more than a month ago. I told him how I'd started cutting again, and how Evan hit me, raped me, and convinced me I was getting fat, leading to me to stop eating. I told him about how I went to Seth and tried to talk, only to be denied, then about how I took all of the meds I'd been stashing, deciding a life without him just wasn't worth living. After I'd gotten done, Dylan told me about how he'd been depressed too, and how he'd hated that he was ignoring me. He said that he quit taking his meds and nearly got in a fistfight with Tom about it. He also talked about how he and Seth had found me, while coming to hear me out. What he said horrified me to think about and even more so when I realized I couldn't remember any of it. The last thing I could remember was taking the pills and praying nobody found me in time. Him mentioning Tom reminded me of what he'd said, how I was just hurting Dylan. I frowned thinking about it, and Dylan noticed immediately.
        "What's wrong?" He asked, grabbing my hand. He was sitting on the side of the hospital bed, one leg under him and the over hanging over the side of the bed.
        I shook my head."It's nothing." I lied.
        "Toby, please tell me. This is what got us here in the first place." Dylan begged, looking sad and seeing right through my lie.
        "...Tom called me in to talk to me when Seth told us Evan wanted me as a roommate and... he said I was just hurting you. I'm stopping you from moving on and getting you into more trouble... I don't want to be in your way, Dylan." I said finally. Dylan's grip on my hand tightened and I could tell he was pissed... hopefully at Tom and not me.
        "Fuck him." Dylan said, seemingly trying to keep cooled down. "You're not in my way, Tobz. You're the reason I like being at Newfields... fuck, you're the reason I like being alive. Tom is full of shit, and none of what he said is true. I love you, Toby, and you're never in my way... Okay?"
        I nodded, still not really feeling so sure :/ Dylan could tell, and he grabbed my chin, tilting my head up to face him and planted his lips against mine. Our tongues immediately moved in sync, despite having been separate for so long, proving that with love, there is no distance, physical, mental, or emotional, that could keep us apart. <3