I haven't been to the gym in a month. John's only been a couple times. I've had a lot of work and when I'm not working I'm spending time with John.

What can I say? Everything's going great.

Just the other night he took me to the movies. I feel like he's hiding something from me though. I don't know...I might have trust issues.

On another note....John got a job!! I'm really happy for him. He works at a restaurant. He seems to like- he's home!!

"Freckles!" I said running over and hugging him
"Hey shorty" he chuckled
"It's so hot outside. How do you wear long sleeves everyday?" I asked giggling. John started to panic.
"I don't know" he shrugged
"Just asking" I mumbled pecking him on the cheek

John has been wearing nothing but long sleeves all week. It's summer.

How the fRicC does he do it?

"You work too late" I pouted
"I have the weekend off" he smiled. His smile didn't seem happy. I don't know what I'm saying! It just looks like he's forcing himself to smile...Is he not happy with me?

"Are you ok?" I asked worriedly
"I'm fine" he 'smiled'
"I got you a turtle shirt!" I said with a real smile. The shirt was short sleeved.

"Oh...thanks but- um..I don't think that will fit" he mumbled
"I got your size" I assured him
"Ok.." he continued to 'smile'

"I made dinner too :3"
"I'm not hungry. I'm just gonna go to bed" John said going past me to our room

I had already eaten, I put John's food in the refrigerator so I guess it's not a big deal that he didn't eat.

I went to our room but John wasn't in there. The bathroom door was open and the light was on.

"John?" I mumbled peeking into the bathroom. Tears welled up in my eyes as soon as I saw John.

He was on the floor barely breathing. He had slit open his arm.

I called 911. I could barely talk I was crying so much.

I didn't know what to do! Why would John do this?! Why didn't he talk to me!!?

~Time skip~

It's been two days since the...incident. 

I was at the hospital to visit John. He said he didn't want visitors so I was waiting in the waiting room. He didn't let me visit him yesterday and I was really worried.

"Mr. Lee, John is allowing visitors." The nurse told me

I practically got up and ran to his room.

If you think I'm joking you're wrong.

Sonic who? (If any of you have read my most recent lams story you'll get the sonic joke)

"John! I've been so worried!" I said as soon as I went inside. John was laying down, facing the wall. I went around the bed and sat next to him on a stool.

"Are you ok?" I asked "be honest..."

He shook his head no and hugged me as he started to sob.

"I'm sorry" was all I could make out of his muffled sobs
"Hey...it's ok..I'm right here" I mumbled hugging him tightly

I stayed in his hospital room all day. Again. I'm not exaggerating.

"Are you tired?" I asked when John yawned. He nodded a little.

"Get some sleep" I kissed his head and stood up to leave
"Don't leave!" John said grabbing my hand
"I need sleep too" he smiled weakly. He scooted over in his hospital bed.
"Sleep with me" he offered with pleading eyes
"Ok.." I sighed. I laid down beside him.

John rested his chin on my head. I hugged him tightly.

"Why'd you do it?" I mumbled into his chest
"Do what?" He responded tiredly
"Your arm...why?"
"He told me to...." John mumbled

Who the fuck is he?! I'll kick his ass.

I won't hesitate bitch.

John fell asleep. I'll ask tomorrow...