Rowan looked up at the paramedics with a blank, distant expression, and he remained that way while they carefully picked him up and lay him on a stretcher. He was taken into the ambulance, and Damien was dragged along for emotional support and questioning.
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
He was on the verge of hyperventilating, his sobs becoming more aggressive and leaving him near gasping for air. His stutter was morphing into something more pronounced as he fought to answer their questions, shakes wracking his body.
They asked to see Damien's texts with Rowan upon discovering that they'd communicated that way. "So it seems that Rowan was in some sort of 'trance' you could say. Not a literal trance, but he wasn't in a right state of mind, and he didn't actually know what he was doing until it was done. Would you say that sounds right?"
“Uh- y..y..yeah-“ Damien pulled a rubber necklace from under his shirt, chewing on it to calm himself down. “I- I- fuck- I don’t really know anything else—“
"Calm down, alright? Deep breaths. He's going to be okay. The cuts aren't very deep." Other paramedics were treating Rowan's wounds with antibiotics and such, which stung horribly and made Rowan cry out in agony.
The sounds of Rowan’s cries only made it worse for Damien. He near broke down even further, crying so hard it hurt and his throat felt raw. His hands flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed, repeating the motion over and over until it became something he wasn’t actually aware of.
They soon reached the hospital and Rowan was rushed into a room. Somewhere in the chaos, Damien was dragged in as well. None of the wounds were deep enough to need stitches, but they all needed to be cleaned and bandaged.
Damien sat silently in a chair in Rowan’s room. He looked completely and utterly deflated. His crying had left him in a sort of daze, halfway in and halfway out of a solid state of mind. He wasn’t much help whenever they asked him questions.
It didn't take them long to bandage Rowan up, and after a few minutes of careful surveillance, they left the boys alone. Rowan had managed to stay conscious for Damien's sake and looked up at him weakly.
Damien had finally regulated his breathing. He held his hand next to Rowan’s, not wanting to grab onto it just in case, but it was there is Rowan wanted to hold his hand. He rubbed his puffy eyes, head turned away from the hospital bed.
Rowan weakly laced his fingers with Damien's, most of the strength in his arms gone. He was clearly exhausted, but still trying to stay awake for Damien.
Damien’s voice sounded strained, but he started talking anyway. “I- uh. I think you can sleep now, if you’re tired, Ro.” He gently squeezed Rowan’s hand.
"Will you come up with me…?" Rowan asked, his voice scarcely more than a whisper. He tried to tug Damien up onto the cot.
“Oh, uh- yeah, sure.” Damien sat on the edge of the cot, gently nudging Rowan over so he’d have enough room to avoid falling off when he laid down. “Is this okay?”
Rowan nodded and huddled close to Damien, noticeably trembling a bit. "I-I'm sorry…" He whispered softly.
“It’s..” Damien trailed off, trying to find the right words. “You’re okay. And that’s what matters, Ro.” It all terrified Damien. Hell, he was still scared, just seeing Rowan like this.
Rowan nodded weakly and closed his eyes. "I… I-I'm scared, Damien… I didn't mean… d-didn't mean to do it…"
He sighed, wrapping his arms around Rowan the best he could without harming him further. “I know, Ro. Hey, you should just sleep for now, okay? I know you’re tired.”
"Mmkay…" Rowan melted into Damien's touch and sighed shakily. It didn't take him long to pass out in Damien's arms.
Damien panicked slightly when he realized that Rowan had fallen asleep so quickly, but he soon remembered that he’d actually asked him to. He, on the other hand, couldn’t fall asleep no matter whether or not he wanted to.
Rowan seemed like he was going to be asleep for a good long while. His energy was completely drained and he just didn't want to be awake.
Damien pulled his phone back out to pass the time. He was wide awake and still just a little bit hopped up on adrenaline.
(Time skip?)
(Yep! Do you want to handle it, or should I?)
(I can)
Later, while Rowan was still asleep, a doctor called Damien out into the hall. "We're considering having Rowan admitted into a mental hospital. Not an asylum, of course, but a place he can be monitored."
Damien slid his hands into his pockets. “Uh- I mean, that sucks ass, but I get it. I can’t like.. say anything, though, ‘cause we’re not related in any way.” He pressed his lips together. “I’m just a friend here.”
The doctor nodded. "Are his parents or guardians able to give their consent? If not, we will likely have no choice but to admit him."
“I’ll be honest, don’t fuckin’ know. Are they like.. alive? I think so. But I haven’t seen them in a solid two years.” Damien frowned. “Can’t you call them or something?”
"We've tried. They won't answer their cell phones or the home phone. We haven't heard from them in a few years either." The doctor sighed.
“Jesus fucking christ. Are they dead or something?” Damien groaned. He really couldn't process this at the moment, to put it nicely. On one hand, he knew that Rowan should be admitted for his own safety, yes, but a little part of his mind wanted to scream and cry again because no, he’s been almost taken away from me way too many times in the past week!