forum High School Rp (Closed. Stalkers welcome)

Started August 14, 2018 by @EmptyNebula group

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Running into Chase's room after Mr. Goeman, Alistair's eyes widen when he sees his boyfriend bleeding out on the floor. Whipping out his phone before Mr. Goeman even said anything, he had whipped his phone out and was dialing 911.
"Hello? Yes, I'm at address, there's a boy here and he's bleeding heavily. From his inner elbow. There's a Swiss Army knife, yes, I think he did it. Ok. Please hurry," Alistair hung up and dropped to his knees next to Chase.

"They're on their way," he said without even looking at Mr. Goeman, taking off his own shirt to help staunch the blood flow.
"Come on, love, just hold on a bit longer. You are going to live."

Mr. Goeman didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t anything he could do. His son… Gosh, his son was trying to commit suicide. Tears started rolling from Mr. Goeman’s eyes before he could stop them, “Chase, Chase, come on. I’m sorry, just please please please hold on.” It felt like an eternity but the ambulance sirens were heard off in the distance soon enough. Mr. Goeman picked up his limp son and got him to outside as the ambulance pulled up. People rushed out, helping set Chase down on the stretcher and was starting to be loaded into the ambulance. One lady came up to him, “Sir, what’s his blood type? Do you know?”
Though Mr. Goeman was shaken, gosh he was covered in blood, he still answered, “Type O, my son is type o.”
A solemn, apologetic look appeared on the lady’s face, “The hospital is short on type o, we might not have enough to-“
“What do you mean you don’t have enough?” Mr. Goeman demanded as he got into the ambulance, a furious glint in his eye. They were just about to take off, still strapping Chase in so he wouldn’t fall during the ride, “Isn’t there anyone who can donate?”

Alistair, who had been following after them silently, tears falling down his cheeks, finally spoke up.
"I'm type O," he said, not looking up from Chase's unconscious form. "Take my blood if it will save him."
You're going to live, Chase. I'll make sure of it.

Mr. Goeman looked at Chase’s friend in shock, then grabbed his arm and heaved him up in the ambulance as the doors closed. The sirens started and they could feel it as the ambulance started speeding down the road. A man started cleaning down Alistair’s arm while a lady gave his a form to sign. People were already setting up for the blood transfusion, and Mr. Goeman could only watch as his son lay unconscious, his chest barely moving. He forced himself to look at Chase’s friend, “Thank you.”

Alistair nodded, also looking at Chase. As they inserted the IV needle into his arm to begin the transfusion, a couple of EMTs watching their vitals, Alistair looked up at Mr. Goeman. "You know why he did this, right?"

Mr. Goeman focused his attention on Chase’s friend, rather than his dying son. What was this kid’s name again…? Mr. Goeman folded his arms, “He had told me some boys were teasing him for his synesthesia. I hadn’t realized it had gotten so bad.” He hoped that was the reason. Because the alternative was too much too bear, if it was his fault. Gosh, he screwed up so bad as a father.

Alistair shook his head, resisting the urge to glare daggers at Mr. Goeman. "That was only part of it," he said. "There are two boys at school, Kemp and Jacob, who made fun of his synesthesia, yes, but also his sexuality. They weren't the only ones who contributed to that part." He looked back at Chase. "Kemp said something before he ran out of school, that must have been the breaking point."

(XD Tell ur friends I said hi)
Mr. Goeman looked at his son, going red in the face. He had caused this, and if his son died- Mr. Goeman, an executive business owner, started biting his lip and wiping away more tears. He should’ve been more involved, he should’ve done something about those boys, he shouldn’t had said those things to his son. A lady interrupted his thoughts when she adresses his son’s friend, “You might feel light headed and dizzy after a while. We will be taking a lot of blood. He lost a lot,” The lady looked at Mr. Goeman, “Do you know when he- when he started bleeding?”
“A while ago,” Mr. Goeman answered dejectedly. If he had done something more…

(She just shook her head at me with disappointment XD)

"He ran out of school about an hour ago," Alistair told the EMT. "It probably took twenty minutes for him to run home. I got to his house about twenty minutes ago, and we tried to stop the bleeding. He probably bled freely for about fifteen to twenty minutes." He clenched his fist. "I should have stopped him. If I had focused more on my concern for him and less on my anger with Kemp, maybe I could have stopped this."

“He still might make it,” The lady went back to working, but her reassurances didn’t make Mr. Goeman feel any better. Why couldn’t she have just said, ‘he’ll be okay’? Mr. Goeman rubbed his face then looked at Chase’s friend, “If wasn’t your fault, kid. I should’ve been better. I should’ve forced my way into his room earlier.” Mr. Goeman felt it as the ambulance stopped, and a man came next to them, looking at Chase’s friend, “We’re going to load you on a stretcher too so you can keep giving him blood.” The doors popped open and a second stretcher waited just outside, another team ready to run them into the hospital.

Alistair nodded at the EMT and allowed himself to be put on the stretcher and pulled alongside Chase into the hospital. Right before they got into the ER, the effects of the bloodloss kicked in, and he fell unconscious, watching Chase until his eyes closed completely.
Come on, love, you're going to make it…

Mr. Goeman jogged after the EMTs, only to be sent through the office. They said he needed to pick up paperwork anyways, and you can only imagine how Chase’s father felt about doing paperwork while his son was dying. At least he get to be in the same room as them when things settled down. Mr. Goeman sat on a chair near his son, just watching him and neglecting his paperwork. The doctors had stitched up Chase and got Mr. Goeman a new shirt. They had said he’d make it, that they were incredibly lucky. Gosh the fact was so relieving, that his son would live. He had so many things he wanted to say to him. The blood transfusion finished, and they said he still needed to produce some of his own blood and Chase wouldn’t wake very quickly. It still worried him.

Alistair's mind wandered in his unconsciousness. It would fade to darkness, only for Chase's face to reappear. Chase's face, Chase's arms, Chase's blood. They consumed his subconscious. If he had been awake, he would have been crying, but instead, he was trapped in his mind with the fear that he was going to lose Chase.
Please be okay…

Mr. Goeman had dozed off when Chase woke up. He looked at his father. Wasn’t Chase supposed to be…? He felt too weak to move, so he just closed his eyes. His arms hurt. He just didn’t want to do anything anymore. His eyes started making silent tears before he could stop himself. Chase wiped furiously at them, sniffling. He just wanted it all to be over.

Alistair was in the bed next to Chase's. He woke up slowly, not long after Chase had, and looked over at his boyfriend. Chase had already settled back down, so Alistair didn't realize he was awake.
"Ch-Chase?" he murmured, voice slightly hoarse. "I know you probably can't hear me, but I need you to make it. I don't know what Kemp said, but it wasn't worth your life. I love you so, so much. You are the most precious thing in my life," his voice broke. "Please wake up soon."

Chase could contain it any more, when Alistair’s phantom voice came from behind him. Chase let out a sob, then full on cried. Alistair didn’t ever love me, it’s just my imagination. Chase only cried harder, hiccups and other small noises coming out of him every few seconds.

If Alistair hadn't felt so sluggish, he would have shot up and ran to Chase's bedside, but since he couldn't, he resorted to just turning toward him. "Chase?!" he cried with relief, wanting nothing more than to hold Chase in his arms. "Chase, love, you're awake! Oh, stars, darling, why are you crying?"

Chase looked over his shoulder, tears and snot running down his face. Why was he here? Chase could barely form the words, barely open his mouth, but he managed to get out, “Y-You c-can qu-hic- quit th-the act.” Chase buried his head back down into his pillow, sobbing harder. It was a miracle his fathe hadn’t woken up yet.

Alistair looked at him with utter confusion written over his features. "Babe, what are you talking about?" he asked, reaching out in a futile attempt to touch Chase. "What act? What's wrong, Chase?"

Chase shied away from Alistair, “Y-You don’t h-h-have to pre-hic- pretend anymore. Y-You d-don’t have t-to -hic- J-Joey.” Chase didn’t want to talk to Alistair, he didn’t want to talk to anyone. Chase didn’t want to be the freak anymore. He just wanted it to stop.