HURT (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

[Solomon the Prophet]

Sam calls 911 and explains the gist of what happened. "He not very responsive at all though he seems to be breathing alright now." he hangs up after they do. "They'll be here in a few minutes. Was it asthma?"

[GoldleafOG]

Mason wiped his cheeks, "He tried to kill himself, Sam."

[Solomon the Prophet]

Sam winces and stays quiet. he'd tried to do the same thing on numerous accounts, but he always failed miserably. Sam waits as the people come in and put Josh on a gurney after checking his vitals.

[GoldleafOG]

Mason hugged himself, now just crying quietly. This always happened. At least once a year.

[Solomon the Prophet]

Josh is shuttled away and Sam just sits there. "I knew I shouldn't have made friends. Friends cause drama that I can't handle." sam says and gets up. "I'm going home."

[GoldleafOG]

Mason is slightly hurt by the comment but nodded, "Okay." He whispered.

[Solomon the Prophet]

"I'll see you tomorrow," Sam grabs his backpack and drink and heads out the door. he hadn't had any friends since Narvon, he should have learned by now that having friends hurt in the end. He wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. He'd start on a new scar tonight in a Celtic character. J.
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[GoldleafOG]

(J for.... What? :3)

Mason sniffled, partly hoping Sam had stayed. He pulled himself together and slunk off to the hospital.

[Solomon the Prophet]

(Josh.)

Sam got back to the fosters and started drawing up the design, and then wondered where to put it. His right forearm was fairly unadorned by his habit. He'd put it there between the Chinese character for Hope, and the japanese character for strength.

[GoldleafOG]

(I find that sweet. :3
Josh would too.)

Mason glances at himself in the mirror. Stubbly chin and neck. He needed to shave. He had some bags under his eyes, and his eyes were red from crying. His hair was slightly ruffled. He looked like a mess, but he was. He was just a wreak and he didn't care what he looked like. Grabbing his keys, he shuffled out the door and got into his car.