Faraway, But So Close (Adam/Kris, misc pairings) Rated: R
Title: Faraway, But So Close (Chapter Five)
Author: xrazorbladesky and georgeegurl
Pairings/Character(s): Adam/Kris, Adam/Gabriel, Kris/Katy.
Warnings:Domestic violence, self-injury, character death(main character), suicide, Supernatural beings, major depression, alcoholism.(Highlight to read)
Rating: R
Words: 1,948
Summary: Kris finds Tommy in a scary position.
Notes: Please read with care! Some warnings happen off-screen, but it doesn’t hurt to warn for them anyways.
February 14th, 2016 Part Two
Checking up on him couldn’t hurt, everyone else had. Apparently even Neil had at one point. Even though most of his time had been spent keeping his mother company. It was best that he did that. His mother was taking it pretty hard. Kris couldn’t imagine losing a child. Someone you birthed and raised. Suddenly, they’re out of your life. You can’t hug or kiss them ever again....He shook his head, parking his car on a side street. There was no reason to think about that.
A few minutes later, he was knocking on the door. Minutes passed and there was no answer. Of course no one answered, what was he thinking? As much as he wanted to just turn around and walk back to his car, something was pulling him in. The door was unlocked he found out as he wrapped his hands around the knob.
Stepping inside he found that the living room was dark, and had obviously not been lived in for days. The farther he walked in, he began to step on trash, take-out boxes that seemed a month old, beer bottles that had been there for weeks. It also smelled of vomit. The occupant hadn’t left this place for a long, long time.
A dreadful sight.
In the back, he came upon a closed door. The bedroom. He opened it and the smell of vomit became overwhelming. He plugged his nose and walked farther in, calling softly, “Tommy?” There wasn’t a response. The lump on the bed was unmoving and slumped over the side of the bed, seemingly passed out. Great, he got drunk and passed out in his own puke, Kris thought.
God.
He couldn’t believe Tommy. How could he let the place get this bad? Let himself get this bad? Kris shook his head and walked over. When he was about to sit on the side of the bed to wake Tommy and demand he clean himself up, he noticed to orange bottle on the nightstand. Kris blinked a few times before he then reached for it, reading the label, Tommy Joe Ratliff, Trazodone. He dropped the bottle in a panic, fishing for his phone in his pocket quickly and dialing nine-one-one.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
“A friend - he took some pills. Sleeping pills, I think they are, the bottle says it’s trazodone. He’s passed out.”
“Okay. Just calm down and give me the address to where you are.”
February 15th, 2016
Kris had the worst kink in his neck. It was probably from the way he had been sitting in the stupid chair for most of the morning. A hospital room was no place to sleep, he’d had to say. His head would fall to the side to rest upon his closed fist, nodding off here and there but then jolting up when his head dropped from his hand. It wasn’t comfortable at all.
He sat up in the seat, looking at the clock on the far wall. It read: six-thirty. A little moan of exhaustion came from his lips as he looked at the man just laying in the bed. His eyes closed, IV’s hooked up to his arm. There was nothing more that scared Kris then finding Tommy liked he had. Even if he hated him, he still couldn’t believe Tommy would even...
It was hard to think about it. Thinking about all the ways something could have been stopped. If one event didn’t happen then another wouldn’t have.
November 10th, 2012
“Kr-Kr-Kris?” He heard on the other side of the phone. The voice sounded a little disconnected. A little out of it; distanced. Caller ID was always his best friend. Knowing who was on the other end of the phone decided if he would answer it or ignore it. But most of the time, he just answered the phone without even looking at it. Just opening it and placing it up against his ear and just saying hello. But he didn’t get to even say hello this time. The man on the other end of the phone beat him to any greeting.
“Adam?”
“Hey,” there was a little laugh to his voice. “How are you? Did you and Katy have fun at that little couples party you were invited to? She couldn’t stop talking about it when we were talking earlier. Said you two had the best time dancing and just laughing because you kept stepping on her feet.”
“It was okay. I’m a lousy dancer.”
“I know, I’ve seen you try to dance. Two left feet. Or...right feet. Whichever.”
They both shared a small laugh as the line fell silent. A few moments. Nothing was said then Kris found himself sitting up on the couch, a little puppy a little puppy beagle coming to crawl into his lap. “Adam?”
“It’s really nice to hear your voice. I don’t think we’ve really talked that much lately. It seems like forever, Kris.”
“We’re talking right now.”
“Yeah...We’re talking. I like talking to you...I really do.”
“Is everything alright?” Kris asked him. “Is there something wrong?”
“I...”
Kris pushed himself to the edge of the couch, the puppy giving a little playful growl as she stumbled off of of him and running off. “Tell me what’s wrong,” Kris said. “There’s something wrong, isn’t there?”
“I n-need your help.”
“With...?”
“I...I think uh- I think I might need to get stitches.”
Kris was quiet a moment, moving off of the couch. No matter what, Kris was always there for him. Or he tried to be as much as he could. Both he and Katy found Adam to be a part of the family. They looked out for each other. Did what normal families would do for each other. “Can you meet me outside your apartment? I can be there in ten. And then we’ll go over to the hospital.”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah. Thanks Kris.”
Kris grabbed his keys on the way out of the door. Driving quickly when he could. That was what he hated about driving, traffic. Always slowing you down when you needed to be somewhere. When he finally pulled up, he saw Adam just sitting on the curb waiting for him. His head bowed, looking at the ground. There was something about him that made Kris’ heartbreak.
When Adam looked up he gave a slight smile before he stood. His arm was held against him as He held his he walked over and opened the car door, getting in.
“Are you okay?” Kris turned to him.
Adam just gave a single nod, looking out the window as they drove to the hospital. Silence.
Outside the hospital, Kris parked his car. They walked in the double doors without saying a word to each other. Kris didn’t understand why Adam was being so weird about this. Had he never had stitches before? Kris had them a few times as a child. He was always doing something to hurt himself like falling off his bike or falling out of tree. That one time falling out of the tree was terrible. He needed nine stitches in his head.
They talked to a woman at the front desk who said, “Please fill out these forms.” And Adam did slowly, having to write with the wrong hand, while the other arm was being cradled against his chest. Was anything even soaking up the blood?
It took a good twenty minutes for a nurse to come to take them into another room. The whole time Kris tried not to look at the blood. He hated the blood. Even when he had gotten stitches he felt faint. Just looking at any ounce of blood got him that way.
“Alright sweetie, this is going to sting,” She had put on gloves and was rolling Adam’s sleeve up. She stopped dead in her tracks before pulling the washrag from Adam’s lower arm. He had other scars. Obviously self-inflicted.
“You okay?” Kris asked.
“Y-Yeah. Just got nervous.” He gave his hand back to Kris and watched her start to clean the wound.
The stitches hurt like a son of bitch.
February 15th, 2016
Kris had dozed off in that same awkward position. His elbow resting against the arm of the chair as he leaned against his hand. He had to have been sleeping for only a few moments. It couldn’t have been more than that. Instead of his head scooting off of his hand that woke him it was a simple touch that did. A nurse most likely just wanting to tell him that it was probably best that he’d go home and get some rest. Which, he thought about to be truthfully. At home he had a nice bed waiting. He would lay down and instantly be a sleep. Kris let out a little moan as he was touched again, causing his eyes to fly open as he stood. “I’ll leave nurse. I -” He looked around. No nurse was even in the room. His eyes scanned back to the bed.
“W -”
“You’re awake,” Kris said. “I didn’t think you were going to wake up. The doctor said you would...but...it was just a matter of when. And that could have been days, I’m sure. Just waiting for your eyes to open and you to be responsive.”
“Would you stop talking?” Tommy asked hoarsely.
“Water. You probably want water? Do you want water? I can get you some.” Kris looked around the room quickly then back to Tommy. He really didn’t know what to do. Maybe get a nurse. They probably would want to know he was awake.
Tommy stared at him. Glared, actually. What did he remember about the night before? He was obviously pretty drunk, unless of course he wasn’t, and this had been a sober choice. Kris couldn’t really imagine that.
“I’m going to get a nurse...”
“Why did you save me?” Tommy said quietly. Kris almost didn’t hear. He didn’t want to hear. “You should have just fucking left me there.”
Kris scoffed. “Right, I was going to leave you in that apartment while you were still breathing, turn around and walk out the door. That was going to happen.” He stepped closer to the hospital bed. He probably should be going easy on Tommy. After all, he wasn’t in his right mind but how dare he? “This isn’t going to solve anything. Sitting in your apartment and drinking the days away isn’t going to solve anything. It isn’t going to bring Adam back.”
“But it sure makes it less real.” Tommy said. “We could have saved him!”
“No, we couldn’t have! Did you not hear? His death was an accident. There was nothing we could have fucking done. Even being there, he probably still would have....” Kris paused. He realized the news had said accident, but never mentioned what kind of accident. The only person that had been there was Gabriel, and he was keeping quiet. He became defensive whenever someone asked about that night.
Tommy reached up with one weak arm, grabbing a fist full of Kris’ shirt. “Don’t you dare tell me there isn’t something wrong with this picture. You and I both know it.” He growled, pushing Kris back as hard as he could. “Now, get the fuck out of my room.”
Author: xrazorbladesky and georgeegurl
Pairings/Character(s): Adam/Kris, Adam/Gabriel, Kris/Katy.
Warnings:Domestic violence, self-injury, character death(main character), suicide, Supernatural beings, major depression, alcoholism.(Highlight to read)
Rating: R
Words: 1,948
Summary: Kris finds Tommy in a scary position.
Notes: Please read with care! Some warnings happen off-screen, but it doesn’t hurt to warn for them anyways.
February 14th, 2016 Part Two
Checking up on him couldn’t hurt, everyone else had. Apparently even Neil had at one point. Even though most of his time had been spent keeping his mother company. It was best that he did that. His mother was taking it pretty hard. Kris couldn’t imagine losing a child. Someone you birthed and raised. Suddenly, they’re out of your life. You can’t hug or kiss them ever again....He shook his head, parking his car on a side street. There was no reason to think about that.
A few minutes later, he was knocking on the door. Minutes passed and there was no answer. Of course no one answered, what was he thinking? As much as he wanted to just turn around and walk back to his car, something was pulling him in. The door was unlocked he found out as he wrapped his hands around the knob.
Stepping inside he found that the living room was dark, and had obviously not been lived in for days. The farther he walked in, he began to step on trash, take-out boxes that seemed a month old, beer bottles that had been there for weeks. It also smelled of vomit. The occupant hadn’t left this place for a long, long time.
A dreadful sight.
In the back, he came upon a closed door. The bedroom. He opened it and the smell of vomit became overwhelming. He plugged his nose and walked farther in, calling softly, “Tommy?” There wasn’t a response. The lump on the bed was unmoving and slumped over the side of the bed, seemingly passed out. Great, he got drunk and passed out in his own puke, Kris thought.
God.
He couldn’t believe Tommy. How could he let the place get this bad? Let himself get this bad? Kris shook his head and walked over. When he was about to sit on the side of the bed to wake Tommy and demand he clean himself up, he noticed to orange bottle on the nightstand. Kris blinked a few times before he then reached for it, reading the label, Tommy Joe Ratliff, Trazodone. He dropped the bottle in a panic, fishing for his phone in his pocket quickly and dialing nine-one-one.
“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”
“A friend - he took some pills. Sleeping pills, I think they are, the bottle says it’s trazodone. He’s passed out.”
“Okay. Just calm down and give me the address to where you are.”
February 15th, 2016
Kris had the worst kink in his neck. It was probably from the way he had been sitting in the stupid chair for most of the morning. A hospital room was no place to sleep, he’d had to say. His head would fall to the side to rest upon his closed fist, nodding off here and there but then jolting up when his head dropped from his hand. It wasn’t comfortable at all.
He sat up in the seat, looking at the clock on the far wall. It read: six-thirty. A little moan of exhaustion came from his lips as he looked at the man just laying in the bed. His eyes closed, IV’s hooked up to his arm. There was nothing more that scared Kris then finding Tommy liked he had. Even if he hated him, he still couldn’t believe Tommy would even...
It was hard to think about it. Thinking about all the ways something could have been stopped. If one event didn’t happen then another wouldn’t have.
November 10th, 2012
“Kr-Kr-Kris?” He heard on the other side of the phone. The voice sounded a little disconnected. A little out of it; distanced. Caller ID was always his best friend. Knowing who was on the other end of the phone decided if he would answer it or ignore it. But most of the time, he just answered the phone without even looking at it. Just opening it and placing it up against his ear and just saying hello. But he didn’t get to even say hello this time. The man on the other end of the phone beat him to any greeting.
“Adam?”
“Hey,” there was a little laugh to his voice. “How are you? Did you and Katy have fun at that little couples party you were invited to? She couldn’t stop talking about it when we were talking earlier. Said you two had the best time dancing and just laughing because you kept stepping on her feet.”
“It was okay. I’m a lousy dancer.”
“I know, I’ve seen you try to dance. Two left feet. Or...right feet. Whichever.”
They both shared a small laugh as the line fell silent. A few moments. Nothing was said then Kris found himself sitting up on the couch, a little puppy a little puppy beagle coming to crawl into his lap. “Adam?”
“It’s really nice to hear your voice. I don’t think we’ve really talked that much lately. It seems like forever, Kris.”
“We’re talking right now.”
“Yeah...We’re talking. I like talking to you...I really do.”
“Is everything alright?” Kris asked him. “Is there something wrong?”
“I...”
Kris pushed himself to the edge of the couch, the puppy giving a little playful growl as she stumbled off of of him and running off. “Tell me what’s wrong,” Kris said. “There’s something wrong, isn’t there?”
“I n-need your help.”
“With...?”
“I...I think uh- I think I might need to get stitches.”
Kris was quiet a moment, moving off of the couch. No matter what, Kris was always there for him. Or he tried to be as much as he could. Both he and Katy found Adam to be a part of the family. They looked out for each other. Did what normal families would do for each other. “Can you meet me outside your apartment? I can be there in ten. And then we’ll go over to the hospital.”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah. Thanks Kris.”
Kris grabbed his keys on the way out of the door. Driving quickly when he could. That was what he hated about driving, traffic. Always slowing you down when you needed to be somewhere. When he finally pulled up, he saw Adam just sitting on the curb waiting for him. His head bowed, looking at the ground. There was something about him that made Kris’ heartbreak.
When Adam looked up he gave a slight smile before he stood. His arm was held against him as He held his he walked over and opened the car door, getting in.
“Are you okay?” Kris turned to him.
Adam just gave a single nod, looking out the window as they drove to the hospital. Silence.
Outside the hospital, Kris parked his car. They walked in the double doors without saying a word to each other. Kris didn’t understand why Adam was being so weird about this. Had he never had stitches before? Kris had them a few times as a child. He was always doing something to hurt himself like falling off his bike or falling out of tree. That one time falling out of the tree was terrible. He needed nine stitches in his head.
They talked to a woman at the front desk who said, “Please fill out these forms.” And Adam did slowly, having to write with the wrong hand, while the other arm was being cradled against his chest. Was anything even soaking up the blood?
It took a good twenty minutes for a nurse to come to take them into another room. The whole time Kris tried not to look at the blood. He hated the blood. Even when he had gotten stitches he felt faint. Just looking at any ounce of blood got him that way.
“Alright sweetie, this is going to sting,” She had put on gloves and was rolling Adam’s sleeve up. She stopped dead in her tracks before pulling the washrag from Adam’s lower arm. He had other scars. Obviously self-inflicted.
“You okay?” Kris asked.
“Y-Yeah. Just got nervous.” He gave his hand back to Kris and watched her start to clean the wound.
The stitches hurt like a son of bitch.
February 15th, 2016
Kris had dozed off in that same awkward position. His elbow resting against the arm of the chair as he leaned against his hand. He had to have been sleeping for only a few moments. It couldn’t have been more than that. Instead of his head scooting off of his hand that woke him it was a simple touch that did. A nurse most likely just wanting to tell him that it was probably best that he’d go home and get some rest. Which, he thought about to be truthfully. At home he had a nice bed waiting. He would lay down and instantly be a sleep. Kris let out a little moan as he was touched again, causing his eyes to fly open as he stood. “I’ll leave nurse. I -” He looked around. No nurse was even in the room. His eyes scanned back to the bed.
“W -”
“You’re awake,” Kris said. “I didn’t think you were going to wake up. The doctor said you would...but...it was just a matter of when. And that could have been days, I’m sure. Just waiting for your eyes to open and you to be responsive.”
“Would you stop talking?” Tommy asked hoarsely.
“Water. You probably want water? Do you want water? I can get you some.” Kris looked around the room quickly then back to Tommy. He really didn’t know what to do. Maybe get a nurse. They probably would want to know he was awake.
Tommy stared at him. Glared, actually. What did he remember about the night before? He was obviously pretty drunk, unless of course he wasn’t, and this had been a sober choice. Kris couldn’t really imagine that.
“I’m going to get a nurse...”
“Why did you save me?” Tommy said quietly. Kris almost didn’t hear. He didn’t want to hear. “You should have just fucking left me there.”
Kris scoffed. “Right, I was going to leave you in that apartment while you were still breathing, turn around and walk out the door. That was going to happen.” He stepped closer to the hospital bed. He probably should be going easy on Tommy. After all, he wasn’t in his right mind but how dare he? “This isn’t going to solve anything. Sitting in your apartment and drinking the days away isn’t going to solve anything. It isn’t going to bring Adam back.”
“But it sure makes it less real.” Tommy said. “We could have saved him!”
“No, we couldn’t have! Did you not hear? His death was an accident. There was nothing we could have fucking done. Even being there, he probably still would have....” Kris paused. He realized the news had said accident, but never mentioned what kind of accident. The only person that had been there was Gabriel, and he was keeping quiet. He became defensive whenever someone asked about that night.
Tommy reached up with one weak arm, grabbing a fist full of Kris’ shirt. “Don’t you dare tell me there isn’t something wrong with this picture. You and I both know it.” He growled, pushing Kris back as hard as he could. “Now, get the fuck out of my room.”