Jaces POV:
A doctor in a white coat emerges from the same doors Elliot went through. He Scans the room and he makes eye contact with me. "Jace?" He asks in a polite tone.
I stand up and nervously and wait for an answer. "Elliot overdosed on Benzos. That is probably the worst thing you can OD on but it is also the most common so we know how to treat it. We pumped his stomach out completely. We will have to contact a mental hospital to see if he should be admitted or not. Sorry for the bad news but he will live. Uh you can get some food from the cafe if you want." He walks away before patting my shoulder.
He's going to live. Thank god. My best friend tried to OD on Benzos? What the fuck?? How could he do this to me? He has no right to be this depressed. He has me. That should be enough to stay alive. I can't believe him. But he might be admitted to a mental hospital?? I cant live that long without him. Thats at least 2 months right? Shit. What have you done Elliot.
Just then, My mother bursts through the front doors looking like a maniac. "JACE. Where is Elliot??" Of course shes more worried about him. Why would she be worried about me?
"He's somewhere back there. They just talked to me about how he might be admitted to a Mental Hospital but he's alive."
"Oh my fuck. Okay. Where did you find him?" My mom asks with her voice shaking.
"I found him in my bathroom. He Overdosed on Benzos." I say with my head down.
"Holy shit. Im so sorry Jace." This is the first time my mother has been some what considerate. She goes in for a hug but I push her away.
"Mom it's fine dont worry." I say and I sit back down. "It's not a big deal"
"Whatever." She sits down beside me and scrolls through her phone.
After a while I wake up from a nap and check the clock. I slept for like 2 hours. I woke up just in time because I look over to see my mom talking to the same doctor. I get up and walk over to see what they are talking about.
"Elliot will have to be admitted. You can say your goodbyes but nothing else." The doctor stands there with his head down. My heart drops. I didnt think it would actually happen. I knew there was a chance but I didn't think it would actually happen. I look at the ground with my eyes swelling up in tears. FUCK. Why does this always happen to me? Its all his fault. Its all Elliot's fault not mine.
We walk back to the room that Elliot is sitting in. He has his head down and he dosent even look up at us when we walk in. I see tears stream down his face. "They are sending me to grippy sock jail arent they?" He asks with his voice shaking every time a new word comes out.
I nod and stop myself from crying. Ive never cried in-front of him. "Yeah." I say under my breath. I couldn't stand to see him any longer. I storm out of the entire hospital. My mom stays. I pay for the bill and get into my car and drive home.