"I told you not to mess with him." Bradlee could be heard scolding his friend from across the room. Really though, Sage should've just left it alone and not taken on a guy twice his size. This wasn't high school, he couldn't just fight with people whenever he wanted. That and they were in an asylum. Bradlee could only pray he wasn't put on some sort of suspension or else he'd be all alone. Sure he could be socialiable, but how long was he going to be here? Ten or more years? To be honest after three days in this place he would much prefer a jail cell- though lord knows how many fights Sage would get to in one of those. The nurse came by with a warm smile. "Here you go, you're going to want to ice it for the next day or so, and that's really all we can do for that sweet heart. Unless you want some pain meds?" Her gaze traveled between the two- her eyes cautious. The red head easily understood her though. A lot of people in her were charged with taking their life and might have issues with substance abuse, sadly enough that wasn't their case. Instead they'd been pinned for two deaths in their small town. Well... Bradlee had, Sage just took the fall too. The boy on the cot slowly shook his head before looking up to his friend unsurely, not breaking eye contact as he spoke. "I-I'll be fine." As soon as he spoke the woman was off, going back to her post at her desk. Sighing Bradlee shifted in his jacket before holding the ice out towards him to place next to his newly formed black eye.
Bradlee slowly raked his fingers through his friends hair as they sat there in silence. What has he gotten them into? Why couldn't he have just gone to the police the first chance he got? 'Cause he was scared- that's why. Scared shitless with no one to talk to. Cursing himself softly he suddenly got to his feet which earn him a questioning glance from Sage. "I just need to move around a bit." He assured him with a small smile before he began to pace around the infirmary. God, this room was so small. The four never ending walls were beginning to suffocate him. While they were permitted to go outside it just wasn't the same. He couldn't enjoy the silly little flowers when there were clearly stone gates behind them. Somehow, though, he'd have to find hope their names would be cleared, or maybe there was a way out. He didn't want to be a runaway, but his patience was slowly slipping from him. He landed back in the chair, burying his face in his hands. Just then he heard a voice near the door and looked up to see a boy. The nurse didn't seem to acknowledge him though and he raised an eyebrow as he talked to himself again. "You okay?" He asked, his voice soft as he tried not to sound concerned. He'd learned from his friend's mistakes that people here could go from calm to raging mad in a matter of seconds if you asked the wrong questions. Sage watched his friend in concern, resisting the urge to get up and help. It was best he dealt with it alone. While he felt no bitterness towards his friend for being here he knew Sully was bearing a lot of guilt. But out there- outside of this asylum he was no one without his best friend. He could barely talk on his own unless it was with someone he'd known for years, and even then he had a horrible stutter. When Bradlee sat back down he edged himself towards the end of the cot before running his hands slowly up and down his back in efforts to comfort him while he closed his eyes. Distantly he could hear as his friend sad something.
Bradlee simply shrugged at his reply, not really wanting to draw into it, but Sage being the completely nosy guy he was decided to listen in. Other' people's drama seemed to be the only form of entertainment he could get around here. An eyebrow of his raised slightly as he listened to the conversation that was being held. A part of him just felt a little bit more sane as he listened to them. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder from a fairly young age he always felt a bit weirder then the other kids around him. The pills he had to take for his heart defect either amplified the illness or just numbed him out all together. It seemed the only person that could stand it was Bradlee, and sometimes he worried that was the only reason they were friends. If Sage was to say he didn't want to be with him anymore would he just be dropped like that? He cringed to think about that. God, he'd probably be like that kid standing over by the counter, talking to himself and pretending the voices who were people were real. Nevertheless he had to remind himself not to judge. He was probably diagnosed with something too or suffered something that Sage clearly had no idea about. Bradlee sat there for a few minutes in silence before finding himself back on his feet. "You ready to go?" He asked Sage softly. His friend repleid with a short nod before getting to his feet with a wince. Eying him curiously, he saw how he protectively curled around himself. Sighing he reached for the bottom of his shirt before pulling it up slightly. A large angry purple mark was in t he middle of his stomach. "And why did you say nothing about this?" He asked, trying not to sound too reprimanding. He would either get an angry reply or something borderline calm, he just wasn't ready for either. "I just didn't feel it till now." Sage replied with a simple shrug of his shoulders before moving around him.
Bradlee let it slide. He would make sure the bruise got better and keep a better eye on Sage for when he approached people. Before the boy crumpled on the floor he approached the nurse. "Can we take the ice with us?" He asked out of innocent curiosity. The woman shook her head firmly. "No, you can sign it out though." Her gaze remained firm and he motioned for his friend to go sign the papers. It was in that time that everything happened so quickly. Not as nosy as Sage, Bradlee did his best to ignore the scene before him. He did a good job of doing so until the stranger was suddenly flying into his chest, almost causing him to fall backwards. Unsure of what to do he kept his arms stiff by his sides. "Don't worry. Don't worry," he repeated himself unsurely. "He's gone." He wondered what the boy was talking about but decided that might make the situation worse.Sage's hand shook slightly as he scrawled his name down on a neon paper. The color of orange had him squinting slightly as he fought the urge to slam the pen down and throw the clip-board across the room. What was the god damn point of signing himself out for an ice pack? Instead he focussed using all his patience to spell out his last name. Breathing heavily he set down the pen before seeing the guy that was clinging to Sully. His Sully. About to say something he bit his tongue only when he got a warning look from the red head.
Bradlee remained there, awkwardly casting glances at Sage and the nurse who looked a bit concerned, but also uncertain. Was it not her job to know what to do in these situations. When the stranger clutched at his shirt he hesitantly patted his shoulder. Though it was supposed to be a comforting gesture he could not shake off the strangeness of the situation. Slowly the crying began to slow down and his hand fell back towards his side. "Are you all right?" Bradlee asked, peering down at the head full of blue hair the rested against him. The boy seemed defeated which made his sympathetic side show itself. He didn't like seeing people so much as upset, and this was far worse. "Do you need anything?" He asked calmly, while looking once more towards the nurse.
Bradlee narrowed his eyes slightly. The way he repeated the words wasn't at all convincing. It sounded more like a mantra that had been forced into him. Figuring the nurse would take care of it he moved towards Sage, wrapping his arm around his shoulders before moving towards the exit. Sage stayed in place, his anger slowly dissolving as he watched the boy walk towards the cabinet. His rushed actions made him a little skeptical and he quickly followed with Bradlee on his heels. Out of the nurses hearing range he muttered something under his breath. He wasn't too much of a confrontional person unless someone made him angry, and really he didn't prefer to talk to people who were more of a basket case then him. Strangely enough though he found himself speaking. "what'd you take?" He asked, his words just loud enough for Bradlee and the boy to hear. His usual stutter wasn't there as he voiced the question and he looked at the blue-haired boy with a curious expression.
Bradlee nudged his friend in the side. "Come on, he'll be fine." He murmured under his breath. There was no doubt he was concerned for the boy, but he hadn't seen him take anything as he was still confused up until the point they left, but Sage seemed convinced. It was only when the kid started to run that he raised an eyebrow in interest. They both remained standing there just watching- unsure if he knew that he wasn't making it very far. It looked like he was putting in some serious effort, but he's barely made it down the corridor. Sighing heavily Bradlee shifted in his hoodie. Okay, maybe the guy has taken something. The sudden stutter and the way he made an attempt at running seemed to point to a sign of clear guilt. They caught up to him easily and Bradlee took control of the situation, not wanting Sage to just randomly lose his shit. Judging by his actions earlier in the day this wasn't one of his "numb" pills- and this one brought out his mood swings. Reaching forwards with quick reflexes he grabbed the boys arm, being gentle as he stood in front of him. "Was it needles? Pills?" He had no idea what the nurse could've possibly had out on the counters, but due to the way she was doing her job before he was sure she was careless with what she left out.
Bradlee didn't want to scare or frighten him, but he couldn't just let him go. All the whispered comments and the echo of his emotionless voice told him the boy needed help. Just then he felt something wet seeping into his fingers and he looked down at the fresh scars that had opened on the boys wrist. He mentally cursed himself for not letting go the first chance he had when he saw a bit of blood. Immediately he dropped his hand before stopping. "No it won't be okay after tonight." He kept the desperation out of his voice- he needed to be the voice of reason, but he didn't know how. "Just tell us... It'll be okay, we won't hurt you." He murmured trying his best to make his voice sound soft and comforting.
Sage watched all of this play out, glancing at Bradlee in concern. Would this be what his own life would be like if he didn't have his friend? Hell, he'd almost completely lost it in those months of silence that transpired between them. For days at a time he would shut down, but he still didn't give up on the possibility of Sully opening up to him again. And he was lucky for that. He wondered if the boy in front of them had anyone in his life other then the people he had previously claimed were real to the nurse. "I'm not lying." Bradlee said softly, his voice barely more then a whisper. He looked back down at him, reaching for his face to wipe away the tears when he turned away. The gesture was done out of instinct though before he continued. "You can't go. You just need to give us whatever you took- sleep it off. Everything will be fine." Saying the last part felt like a lie, but he also knew he was running out of words.
Bradlee was was at a loss on how to answer his question, but felt slightly encouraged when the boy leaned into his touch. Maybe getting through to him wouldn't be such a difficult process. Sage tried his best to avoid eye contact, but every time the blue hairs boy glanced over at him their eyes seemed to meet. He took a step closer, his grip tightening slightly on the ice pack as he rested his other hand on Bradlee's back. "Why are you tired?" Sage asked hesitantly, biting his own lower lip hoping he wouldn't be asking one of those wrong questions as he'd done so earlier.
Sage was able to relate about the bit he said about the effort it took to wake up every day. For a time he had felt the same. But now he was better. Or so he convinced himself. Truth was he was scared that Sully was going to leave him again, which was why a small sliver of himself couldn't help but to be glad they were set up in here. It wasn't like either of their blood relatives actually cared anyways. Bradlee let one hand fall to his side, still cradling the boys face with his other hand as he nodded. "But it'll get better. Eventually, not right away, but eventually." He spoke reassuringly, hoping his voice was a distraction enough as he reached into the pocket or his jacket and his fingers wrapped around the pills.
"Pinky promise." He replied a bit of a playful tone in his voice. Easily he slid the pills away from the jacket before handing them discretely to Sage who pocketed them away. After that he felt his shoulders lose some of their tension and he wrapped an arm around him, unable to help but notice how small he was. The jacket made him look a bit bulkier, but his waist was absolutely tiny. Bradlee could probably wrap his arms around it twice if he tried.
"You should believe me 'cause it will get better." Bradlee said, wishing that he would believe him, or at least pretend to in order to give him a piece of mind. He was vaguely aware of the fact the kids hands were sliding back into his pockets and then there was a sudden shift of his behavior that almost made him glad he had taken them. If he hadn't there was still the possibility of him saving them for later or he was just lying through his teeth moments ago and waiting for them to leave in hopes they'd forget. Either way there was no way that Bradlee or Sage would give them back. Seeing the tears in his eyes tugged at Bradlee's heart and he shook his head. "You don't need them. You'll be fine without them." He said, trying to hug him once more, but the action was wasted as he began to search his front pockets- clearly in a mess.
Sage abenstmindedly played around with the cap of the pills in his pocket. Briefly he wondered what kind the boy had grabbed and if they would be useful to him, but he couldn't think about that now. Bradlee looked down at the broken person in front of him before wrapping an arm around his waist. His grip wasn't secure, but it seemed like it was enough. "Nobody does." He admitted with a small shrug. It was true. Who could honestly say they had their life planned out and they eventually lived it with no regrets? Sage looked back at the boy, removing his hand from Bradlee's back. "Who's Simon?" He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow in question before timidly smiling. "Ajax. Nice name." As soon as Sage started talking he always seemed to have a problem shutting up. "This is Bradlee, we sometimes call him Sully though 'cause of that big blue guy from Monster's Inc. and I'm Sage." He noted with a short nod of his head before bringing the ice back up to the eye and wincing slightly at the contact.
"You mean he's not in the building?" Bradlee asked, wondering if this was one of the friends the nurse had previously been talking about. Sage's grip tightened on the ice pack when Anax tried to pull it away before he let go. He blushed in confusion, not liking to be looked at so closely. When the boys small fingers brushed against his eyes it almost took all of his ask constraint not to push him away forcefully. Despite that he relaxed more so when he stopped and handed the ice back. "Thanks... Never heard of that before." Still Sage wondered if it would work on his eye. "I've learned that the hard way." He said with a bitter laugh, but if he knew himself as good as Bradlee knew him then that meant it likely wasn't going to be his last fight.
Did that mean he was dead? One of his imaginary friends? Bradlee shook his head raking his fingers as relief flooded through him. For now it looked like Ajax was fine and he laughed softly as Sage cutely scrunched up his nose before accepting the candy. When he first heard him say he was mean his free hand clenched into a fist and he was about to make a fast-regrettable reply before he spoke again. He took the candy before handing it off the Bradlee. Sweets really messed with his head sometimes and 'caused more of an irregular heart beat then he already had. Bradlee quickly unwrapped it before shoving it into his mouth. "Delicious," he said, giving his friend a playful wink before turning back to Ajax. "So, where are you off to now?"
Bradlee noticed the grown the kid gave Sage and to save him from his feelings he quickly spoke. "Sugar isn't good for him." He told him, short and simple. He didn't want to say it messed with his his heart and all that- it was usually something Sage didn't like anyone to know. The only reason Bradlee knew was an incident got ninth grade PE classes. Sage looked down at him seeing his iris's expand before they returned to normal. Had he slipped something into his system without them realizing, or was he about to faint? He reached out a hand to steady him before he was stabilized. "Do you need to sit down?" He asked softly as he met his gaze.
Sage glanced down at his hand in confusion before just letting it go- knowing if he pulled away that might just 'cause a negative reaction. Instead he just stood there awkwardly for a moment unsure he if he should lead Ajax over somewhere to sit. "Scared of what?" Sage murmured softly as his eyes caught with Bradlee's and the red head moved closer to rub the boys back. Sage looked back unsurely before shaking his head. "No one's following you now." He promised, pursing his lips slightly as he kept his hands awkwardly at his side.
"Sure..." Bradlee trailed off as he looked back at his friend. Their original plan had been to go back to their room and pig out on their stash of food there, but now that didn't look like that was going to happen. "We've got to go to the lunch room now... Hopefully they're still serving food." He said with a playful glare over at Sage. The other boy simply shrugged, though. "It wasn't my fault." Of course the fight was his fault, but he wouldn't admit to it now. Still he was hungry and he hoped they hadn't missed out on dinner. Either way they had tons of snacks in their dorm that they'd manage to hide away like little squirrels.
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