SIKE

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♢♡Jonathan♡♢

I'm not really used to someone screaming when I wake up.

I bolt upright and look across the room to see Evan tucked away in the corner, holding the sheets over his body with wide and frantic eyes. "Ev! Are you okay?" I gasp, jumping out of bed and kneeling next to him.

"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" He screeches, slapping me when I grab his shoulder. My eyes widen and I touch my cheek before looking back at Evan as he hyperventilates. "Evan, it's me, Jonathan. Your boyfriend." I say firmly, gripping Evan's shoulders. "Let go of me! I don't know who the fuck you are!" Evan roars, trying to punch and kick me off.

I get up and step back as Evan stares at me, shaking now. I get dressed and grab my phone, calling 911. "Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?" The man on the other end asks. "My boyfriend, I woke up to him screaming. He recently got a head wound and now he can't remember anything" I explain as calmly as I can.

"W-What?" Evan squeaks, suddenly patting down his head for the injury. "Alright sir, what's your address?" The man asks. "133 Queens Street" I explain, hanging up and crouching in front of Evan. "You need to get dressed and we'll take you to the hospital, okay?" I say, holding out my hand for Evan to take.

He slaps it away. "Who the fuck are you and where am I?! Where are my clothes?!" Evan screams. I sigh and get up, grabbing Evan's clothes and handing them to him. "I'm Jonathan Denis, your boyfriend. We met around five months ago after you fell and hit your head running away from a bunch of zombies" I explain.

Evan snatches up his clothes and growls. "Do you think I'm fucking crazy?! Get away from me!" Evan screams. My eyes widen and I feel my heart sink before I back away and head downstairs. The ambulance shows up not long after and I lead them upstairs to my room.

Evan is pacing, yanking on his hair. It hurts to see him like this. "Sir? We need you to come with us one of them said, holding out his hand. Evan's eyes widen and his gaze shifts between them and me before he walks with them, eyes wide with confusion. One of the ambulance team members hold me back as they drive away.

"Sir, sir you need to answer some questions" She says, bringing me to my living room. "What's your boyfriends name?" She asks, sitting on the coffee table as I sit on the couch. "Evan Fong, his name is Evan Fong. I met him a few months ago in Los Santos during the outbreak" I sigh, putting my head in my hands.

"That changes some things. How did he hurt his head?" She asks and I gulp. "U-Uh, he fell and hit his head on the curb. He was okay until about two months ago and he's had reoccurring shivering symptoms since then. But the doctors that checked him out said he was fine" I sigh, gripping my knees.

"They were probably rushing, don't worry, we'll help him. Can I have your name sir?" She admits, and I huff. "Jonathan Denis" Yup, there goes her jaw. "Yes, the Jonathan Denis. Now please, please help Evan" I plead. She collects herself and nods, standing up. "I'll give you a ride to the hospital"