Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Twenty-Three)
Title: Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: Best friends Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat tell each other everything. At least, Alex thought they told each other everything. Jack has a secret, well three actually; 1. Jack is gay. 2. He is in love with his best friend. 3. He cuts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/15881.html - Masterpost. I fail at links. So that's the best I can do.
“Where's Jack?” Rian asked me, sitting down in the chair next to mine. We were in the hotel lobby waiting for everyone to finish checking out.
“I don't know,” I replied, flipping my phone open. I went into my contacts, stopping over Jack's name. I was trying to figure out if I should call him and see where he was. I decided to text him instead, and opened a new message up.
Jack, you're scaring me. Where are you? I'm sorry for what I said.
I hit send, flipping my phone shut and sinking back into the chair.
“Help!” I jumped when I heard someone yell. I looked behind me to see a guy running out of the bathroom and towards the front desk. “There's someone hurt in the bathroom! The floors covered in blood!”
My heart dropped to my stomach and I swallowed hard as I heard that. I got up, rushing towards the bathroom.
“Alex, where are yo-” I ignored Rian, running straight in and running to the farther stall, the one with blood pooling in it. I dropped to my hands and knees, laying my head on the ground, ignoring the blood. I felt like my heard exploded when I saw Jack's face.
“Jack!” I screamed, feeling my stomach lurch. I heaved slightly as my breathing picked up.
“Alex!” Rian said, running over to me. I sat up, back against the wall, chest heaving as I tried to get air to fill my lungs. My hands flew to my throat, fingers feeling around it as I gagged on nothing. I couldn't breath. I felt like someone had sucker punched me in the chest. “Alex, what's going on?!”
I looked at Rian, but it was like he wasn't there. I could hear his voice, but it sounded distant and quiet.
“Alex! Alex, breath! Matt! Zack!” His screaming was drowned out by the pounding of my heart. My body shook violently and I tried to call out to Rian, but I couldn't. I wanted to tell him not to worry about me, but to help Jack. But I couldn't get the words out. I could feel myself fading away, eyes losing focus as I trembled even harder. In seconds, everything was black.
**
I woke up to a cold chill sweeping over my body. I felt a blanket on top of me, and I pulled the material closer around my body. I opened my eyes slowly, trying to focus them. I blinked a couple of times, looking around the room. I sat up quickly, trying to figure out what the hell I was doing in a hospital room. I moved my left hand, feeling a slight tug on it and looking down to see an IV hooked up to it. I groaned, throwing my head back and trying to figure out what I was doing here. I looked around, realizing no one was in the room with me. Not even Jack-
That's when it hit me. I remembered now. Jack had tried to kill himself. At least I hope it was just tried. And I had had a panic attack in the bathroom and passed out. Which must be why I'm here. But then where is Jack?
I sighed, looking down at my left hand. I peeled back the little tape that held it down. I worked the needle out of my hand, closing my eyes and ignoring the pain. I finally got it out, tossing it to the side. I picked the gauze up, putting it over the opening and taped it onto my hand. I got up, feeling a breeze on my ass.
“You've gotta be kidding me,” I said, reaching behind me and holding the gown shut with my hands. I waddled out of the room, going into the hallway and walking toward the elevators. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going, but I figured finding the ICU would be my best bet. I got in the elevator, deciding to start pushing buttons. I hit almost all of them, except for the top floor. The top floor's where they put the crazy, suicidal people. Which is kind of stupid if you ask me. I mean, what if they break a window? Half of them will be running to jump out of it.
The doors opened up on the second floor, and I looked at the signs pointing where to go. None of them said anything about the ICU, so I waited for the doors to close, and for the elevator to travel up another floor. The doors opened again, and I looked out, seeing 'Intensive Care Unit' on one of the signs. I got off the elevator, walking in the direction the sign pointed. I found the big doors that kept it closed off. I walked up to them, trying to get inside.
“Excuse me, sir, but you can't go in there? Are you lost?” A nurse asked me, and I turned to look at her.
“No, I'm fine. But I need to know where my friend is. His name is Jack Barakat, so if you could please tell me where I could find him-”
“I can't do that,” she replied, and my face dropped.
“And why not?” I asked her.
“I can't just let patients wander around the hallways. And I especially can't let them back in the ICU with no permission,” she told, and I glared at her.
“I'm not wandering, I'm looking for my friend. And if you're not gonna let me go see him, can I at least know whether he's alright or not?” I asked her and she shook her head. “And why the hell not?!”
“I'm not allowed to give out information about patients to anyone except for family. And since you're not family, I can't tell you,” she replied.
“Okay, do you have any friends? Do you have a best friend?” I asked her, and she nodded.
“Since high school,” she responded.
“See, then you can relate to my situation. Just think, what if something happened to your friend? Wouldn't you want to know if they're alright?” I asked.
“Of course. But I mean, I can't break any code to tell you. I'm sorry, sir. Now why don't we get you back up to your room,” she started to come out from behind the desk, and I licked my lips.
“I'm not going back up to that fucking room until someone tells me what the hell is going on with Jack,” I replied, and her mouth dropped slightly for a second.
“Sir, there is no reason to use profanity,” she said, and I rolled my eyes.
“Yes there is! You won't tell me what is going on with my best friend! He practically is my family, okay?” I said, becoming more angry.
“I can't tell you anything-”
“You've obviously never had anyone close to you try or succeed to commit suicide, so I can't expect you to know how desperate I am to find out some goddamn information. I just want to know if my brother is alive!” I said.
“I can't tell you anything-”
“You know what, you're wasting my time telling me the same thing over and over again. So, goodbye,” I said, waving her off and going in through the doors of the ICU.
“Sir, you can't be in here,” she said, chasing after me.
“The fuck I can't!” I yelled back, walking faster. I glanced in the rooms, trying to find Jack.
“You really need to leave and go back to your room!” she yelled.
“Okay, look,” I said, spinning around quickly and almost making her run into me. “You're really starting to piss me off- what's your name? Michelle. Yes, Michelle, you're upsetting me. And if I don't find Jack and find out how he's doing, I may just have another panic attack because I can feel anxiety building up as we speak. Do you want me to have a panic attack, Michelle? Do you?”
“Of course not!” she said.
“Then please, get off my dick, and go do your job somewhere else!” I told her.
“Sir, don't make me call security to come get you,” she warned.
“Do it. I don't give a fuck,” I said, rolling my eyes. “What are they gonna do? Shove a horse tranquilizer in my ass?”
“Sir!”
“My name is Alex. Al-lex! Not sir!” I corrected.
“What is going on?” I heard a voice ask, and Matt and Rian were standing there staring at me. “Alex, what the fuck are you doing?!” Matt demanded.
“Where's Jack?” I questioned.
“Are you responsible for him?” Michelle asked Matt, and he nodded.
“Yes, Michelle. Now you can go be stupid somewhere else. Now I have people to actually help me,” I told her.
“Alex!” Matt scolded. “Don't be an asshole!”
“Just tell me where Jack is!” I demanded.
“Come on,” he said, taking my wrist and dragging me back to a room.
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: Best friends Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat tell each other everything. At least, Alex thought they told each other everything. Jack has a secret, well three actually; 1. Jack is gay. 2. He is in love with his best friend. 3. He cuts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/15881.html - Masterpost. I fail at links. So that's the best I can do.
“Where's Jack?” Rian asked me, sitting down in the chair next to mine. We were in the hotel lobby waiting for everyone to finish checking out.
“I don't know,” I replied, flipping my phone open. I went into my contacts, stopping over Jack's name. I was trying to figure out if I should call him and see where he was. I decided to text him instead, and opened a new message up.
Jack, you're scaring me. Where are you? I'm sorry for what I said.
I hit send, flipping my phone shut and sinking back into the chair.
“Help!” I jumped when I heard someone yell. I looked behind me to see a guy running out of the bathroom and towards the front desk. “There's someone hurt in the bathroom! The floors covered in blood!”
My heart dropped to my stomach and I swallowed hard as I heard that. I got up, rushing towards the bathroom.
“Alex, where are yo-” I ignored Rian, running straight in and running to the farther stall, the one with blood pooling in it. I dropped to my hands and knees, laying my head on the ground, ignoring the blood. I felt like my heard exploded when I saw Jack's face.
“Jack!” I screamed, feeling my stomach lurch. I heaved slightly as my breathing picked up.
“Alex!” Rian said, running over to me. I sat up, back against the wall, chest heaving as I tried to get air to fill my lungs. My hands flew to my throat, fingers feeling around it as I gagged on nothing. I couldn't breath. I felt like someone had sucker punched me in the chest. “Alex, what's going on?!”
I looked at Rian, but it was like he wasn't there. I could hear his voice, but it sounded distant and quiet.
“Alex! Alex, breath! Matt! Zack!” His screaming was drowned out by the pounding of my heart. My body shook violently and I tried to call out to Rian, but I couldn't. I wanted to tell him not to worry about me, but to help Jack. But I couldn't get the words out. I could feel myself fading away, eyes losing focus as I trembled even harder. In seconds, everything was black.
**
I woke up to a cold chill sweeping over my body. I felt a blanket on top of me, and I pulled the material closer around my body. I opened my eyes slowly, trying to focus them. I blinked a couple of times, looking around the room. I sat up quickly, trying to figure out what the hell I was doing in a hospital room. I moved my left hand, feeling a slight tug on it and looking down to see an IV hooked up to it. I groaned, throwing my head back and trying to figure out what I was doing here. I looked around, realizing no one was in the room with me. Not even Jack-
That's when it hit me. I remembered now. Jack had tried to kill himself. At least I hope it was just tried. And I had had a panic attack in the bathroom and passed out. Which must be why I'm here. But then where is Jack?
I sighed, looking down at my left hand. I peeled back the little tape that held it down. I worked the needle out of my hand, closing my eyes and ignoring the pain. I finally got it out, tossing it to the side. I picked the gauze up, putting it over the opening and taped it onto my hand. I got up, feeling a breeze on my ass.
“You've gotta be kidding me,” I said, reaching behind me and holding the gown shut with my hands. I waddled out of the room, going into the hallway and walking toward the elevators. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going, but I figured finding the ICU would be my best bet. I got in the elevator, deciding to start pushing buttons. I hit almost all of them, except for the top floor. The top floor's where they put the crazy, suicidal people. Which is kind of stupid if you ask me. I mean, what if they break a window? Half of them will be running to jump out of it.
The doors opened up on the second floor, and I looked at the signs pointing where to go. None of them said anything about the ICU, so I waited for the doors to close, and for the elevator to travel up another floor. The doors opened again, and I looked out, seeing 'Intensive Care Unit' on one of the signs. I got off the elevator, walking in the direction the sign pointed. I found the big doors that kept it closed off. I walked up to them, trying to get inside.
“Excuse me, sir, but you can't go in there? Are you lost?” A nurse asked me, and I turned to look at her.
“No, I'm fine. But I need to know where my friend is. His name is Jack Barakat, so if you could please tell me where I could find him-”
“I can't do that,” she replied, and my face dropped.
“And why not?” I asked her.
“I can't just let patients wander around the hallways. And I especially can't let them back in the ICU with no permission,” she told, and I glared at her.
“I'm not wandering, I'm looking for my friend. And if you're not gonna let me go see him, can I at least know whether he's alright or not?” I asked her and she shook her head. “And why the hell not?!”
“I'm not allowed to give out information about patients to anyone except for family. And since you're not family, I can't tell you,” she replied.
“Okay, do you have any friends? Do you have a best friend?” I asked her, and she nodded.
“Since high school,” she responded.
“See, then you can relate to my situation. Just think, what if something happened to your friend? Wouldn't you want to know if they're alright?” I asked.
“Of course. But I mean, I can't break any code to tell you. I'm sorry, sir. Now why don't we get you back up to your room,” she started to come out from behind the desk, and I licked my lips.
“I'm not going back up to that fucking room until someone tells me what the hell is going on with Jack,” I replied, and her mouth dropped slightly for a second.
“Sir, there is no reason to use profanity,” she said, and I rolled my eyes.
“Yes there is! You won't tell me what is going on with my best friend! He practically is my family, okay?” I said, becoming more angry.
“I can't tell you anything-”
“You've obviously never had anyone close to you try or succeed to commit suicide, so I can't expect you to know how desperate I am to find out some goddamn information. I just want to know if my brother is alive!” I said.
“I can't tell you anything-”
“You know what, you're wasting my time telling me the same thing over and over again. So, goodbye,” I said, waving her off and going in through the doors of the ICU.
“Sir, you can't be in here,” she said, chasing after me.
“The fuck I can't!” I yelled back, walking faster. I glanced in the rooms, trying to find Jack.
“You really need to leave and go back to your room!” she yelled.
“Okay, look,” I said, spinning around quickly and almost making her run into me. “You're really starting to piss me off- what's your name? Michelle. Yes, Michelle, you're upsetting me. And if I don't find Jack and find out how he's doing, I may just have another panic attack because I can feel anxiety building up as we speak. Do you want me to have a panic attack, Michelle? Do you?”
“Of course not!” she said.
“Then please, get off my dick, and go do your job somewhere else!” I told her.
“Sir, don't make me call security to come get you,” she warned.
“Do it. I don't give a fuck,” I said, rolling my eyes. “What are they gonna do? Shove a horse tranquilizer in my ass?”
“Sir!”
“My name is Alex. Al-lex! Not sir!” I corrected.
“What is going on?” I heard a voice ask, and Matt and Rian were standing there staring at me. “Alex, what the fuck are you doing?!” Matt demanded.
“Where's Jack?” I questioned.
“Are you responsible for him?” Michelle asked Matt, and he nodded.
“Yes, Michelle. Now you can go be stupid somewhere else. Now I have people to actually help me,” I told her.
“Alex!” Matt scolded. “Don't be an asshole!”
“Just tell me where Jack is!” I demanded.
“Come on,” he said, taking my wrist and dragging me back to a room.