If you have sensitive triggers at all I don't think I would read this one
Don't ask me why I'm updating this book two years later. I just felt like it, ok?
Sapnaps pov:
I get in the car outside Clay's house with George in my passenger seat, my nose streaming with blood and my knuckles red and bruised. "Pandas, your not in good shape, maybe I should drive?" George asks concerned. "That's probably a good idea." I say starting to feel dizzy, as if I was high on anaesthesia. I think I need to be. We swapped places in the car and he started to drive out of the driveway, "Where are we going?" George asked me. "My place, home."
We start to drive down the highway towards my house, George thanking me profusely. He begins to tell me the full story on how Dream got violent when he drank and why he had to stay. "Clay got me my green card so I could come stay with him, I only found out how bad he was after I got here. I couldn't go back to England because I'd already cut ties with my family by then so I wouldn't have anywhere to go if I did decide to go back." He told me as if he had rehearsed it a million times before. " Why did you cut ties with your family?" The adrenaline rush was wearing off and the pain was starting to kick in. " He told me I should, he said they were no good and that they were holding me back. The dumb part was I believed him."
The dizziness was getting worse and so was I. Black spots started to appear in my vision and I was feeling extremely drowsy. Poor George is trying his best to keep me awake while focusing on the road. We pull into the driveway of the house Karl, Quackity and myself own. Whilst George got out of the car, walked up to the house and rang the doorbell, I was still trying to find my footing. When I got out of the car, it was right foot in front of left foot, left foot in front of right foot, left foot in front of -wait that isn't how it goes ...
black
Quackity's pov:
I open the house door, expecting to see Sapnap on the other side. I see a worried looking George.
Just then his head turns towards his car as we both hear a thumping sound on the concrete. "sap-" I hear George say before he starts to run towards the source of the noise. His car is parked at the end of our large driveway. I start to hastily walk towards George who is now kneeling on the pavement with is ear to ...
Sapnaps bloody and bruised, unconscious body
Call 911 is all I need to hear George say before I start sprinting to retrieve my phone from the upstairs bedroom. Karl is laying on our bed, scrolling through his phone. He sees the panic on my face as I search for my phone in the nightstand. "Woahhhh, what's going on?!" He says sitting up with urgency. " Sap . . . in the . . . Drive. . . bad" was all I could get out through my panic and breathlessness. Picking up my phone with my shaking hands was a task I didn't expect to be so difficult. The numbers 9,1 and 1 could not go into the dial any faster. I know whatever Sap did to get in this condition was really bad because he is an extremest and that's just what he does. I'm racking my brain for possibilities and then I remember.
I remember the look on his face when Karl told him
I remember the anger that he tried so hard to suppress
I remember how he said he had to go "pack"
Dios míos, if Sapnap needs an ambulance, there's no way that Dream isn't dead. I was back down the stairs and in the driveway before the second ring with Karl close behind me. They answer fairly quickly.
"911 what is your emergency?"
Words feel so far out of reach for me. God I'm useless; I can't even speak to the fucking operator. George takes the phone, he's sweaty from dong CPR. Him and Karl are trained in this sort of thing; there wasn't any programs like that for me in Mexico. Karl is doing CPR, George is talking to the operator and I'm doing what? Crying?
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"It's your fault you know? You knew what he was going to do and you didn't say anything"
Fuck off. Please. Not now.
" You let your own anger overshadow any concerns for Sapnaps safety. How selfish can you be?"
No, no, no that's not right.
Right?
"He would be safer without you, they both would. I'm not wrong and you know it."
shut up.
"Look at yourself. One of the supposed loves of your live is pretty much lifeless on the ground in front of you and you're not doing anything about it. Coward."
Shut Up
"There's no way they would be better off with you here. Just do it. Kill yourself. You know you want to."
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Karl's pov:
I can't do this for much longer. Where is that goddamn ambulance? "George, what's going on?! Where is it?" "I don't know ... WHERE IS THE AMBULANCE?" George reiterates down the phone. "What do you mean they can't find the street?! How fucking hard could it be?!" The British, stress induced, misdirected anger is really coming out of George now. I try to think of a solution. I look to Quackity and he is wearing a familiar emotion on his face.
Dispare.
The same dispare I seen on his face on the floor of our bedroom the time he...
Oh no..
"Quacks!" His eyes snapped up. "¿Sí?" Shit he's in deep. What can he do to help, to divert his mind? "Run up the street and try to find the ambulance" He didn't even wait to comprehend what I said before he was running. I hope he comes back ok.
Quackitys pov:
Corro arribo el calle y veo la ambulancia. Agito mis brazos para los paramédicos llamen la atención. Me ven y bajan la ventanilla. "Are you alright sir?" No comprendo. "¡Mi novio es muy mal, en nuestro jardín! ¡Necesita ayuda!" "Sir, slow down. Do you speak English?" Comprendo un poco ahora. "¡Mi novio necesita ayuda!" "He said his boyfriend needs help. My god man learn some Spanish. ¿Se llama de tu novio Sapnap?" Dijo un paramédico diferente. "¡Sí! Ello es abajo el calle."
Karls pov:
I see the flashing lights turn down the street and I know that Quackity found them. For a short man, he runs surprisingly fast; Quackity got back to the house at practically the same time as the ambulance. Thank god he came back. The paramedics get out and immediately get to work. One of them said something to me in Spanish. "What? Sorry I don't speak Spanish." " Oh sorry, I assumed this was a Spanish household" He said questioningly.
I need to talk to Quackity and try calm him down but this medic is asking me a million and one questions that I don't know how to answer. "When was the last time he ate?" "I don't know." "Do you have a rough estimate maybe?" "No, I have no idea when the last time he ate was."
My god are healing scars itchy. Especially when the high pressure situation is being dealt with by someone else and I'm starting to think about them now. I cross my arms to try discreetly itch them but discover that I had instinctively pulled up my sleeves during all the madness. Everyone can see them. Oh no. How do I not draw attention to them? If I pull down my sleeves, people are 100% going to notice but who wouldn't notice the red lines literally covering my arms? I'm fucked either way.
I know Quackity noticed when I walked over to him and he immediately took my hands. "¡Tus brazos! ¿Duelen? ¿Estás bien?" "Quacks, you're doing it again." "¿Que?" I understand that one at least. "You're speaking Spanish love." He takes a moment to recalibrate. "Oh my god how long have I been doing that?" "Since before you left to find the ambulance." "So I spoke to the medics in Spanish?" "Yep" "Ughh why do I do that. Anyways...Karl, your arms. What happened? I only seen them today how is there so much more?" "I know, I know. I'm sorry I was just thinking about what I told you and Sap at the restaurant and..."
It clicks
"Oh My God." I take a glimpse at Sapnap. He did this because of what I told him at the restaurant. My face must say it all because Quackity takes no time to bear hug me. I break down there and then. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. "Um.." Quackity hesitates. "Karl... I think you need help." I shift out of the hug; I can't look him in the eyes. I don't think I'm that bad yet. I don't think I need help right now. "no... I don't think I do." "And why do you say that?" -Because I haven't done enough damage to be worthy of help. Because I haven't really committed to anything if the cuts are only shallow.- is what I want to say, but alas I am talking to my boyfriend and therefore cannot. "I- i just don't. I snapped out of it before and I'll snap out of it again. The past month has just been stressful." Oh no oh no oh no oh no. I need to start thinking more before I speak. Please god say he didn't catch i- "Karl baby, what do you mean by before?" The tears that had started to subside begin to flow again and suddenly I can't speak anymore.
I see the paramedics start to load Sapnap into the ambulance and everything becomes a bit too real again. "A conversation for a different time?" Quacks asks and I nod my head. George walks over to us after finishing his conversations with the medics. "Hey so they're going to take him to the hospital now but only one person is allowed in the ambulance if either of you want to go with him?" Quackity and I give each other knowing looks. I can't speak so Quackity speaks for me. "Could you maybe go with him? We should probably stay together right now." "Yeah, of course mate."
And within the space of a minute, they were gone.
