No POV

During the weak, James' condition only got worse. He would sleep most days, or just wake up to vomit. He constantly had chills and troubles breathing. He didn't even have enough /anything in his stomach to throw up anymore. He would just gag endlessly with nothing coming up. Except for blood from his scratchy throat sometimes. He would stay awake at nights as if he were nocturnal, mostly to do Homework that he missed or if he couldn't sleep. Thomas missed seeing his boyfriend up and giggly. It was currently around 1 am and James was restless. On his computer doing work for school. He had a huge headache. At least he didn't have trouble breathing because his binder was off. This was one of good days, he didn't feel as bad. Except for his headache and his eyes burned from the light screen. James breathed deeply, hitting submit on his computer screen. He closed his laptop, and set it on his desk. He breathed deeply for awhile, before slipping his shirt off and putting his binder back on. He tightened it and winced. Putting his shirt back on, and got up from bed. James slowly and quietly walked out of his room. The living area of the dorm was lit up by the moonlight shining through the window. James smiled and silently closed his door. He walked to Thomas' door and slowly opened it. The sound of the door creaking seems loud in the quiet atmosphere. James sees Thomas curled up in his dark blankets, sleeping peacefully. James smiled and walked into the room quietly shutting the door behind him. He crept over to Thomas, and tapped his shoulder.

"Thomas..." he whispered. Thomas stirred in his sleep.

"Tommy." James said a little louder, a little bit guilty for waking his boyfriend up. Thomas groaned and sat up on his elbow, and rubbed his eyes. His eyes adjusted, seeing James there.

"James? What's wrong? You should be in bed." Thomas tells him, sitting up in his bed.

"I want to cuddle..." James said innocently as he blushed. Thomas chuckles and moved over and pat his bed, telling James to come next to him. James smiled brightly and got into bed with Thomas. Thomas laid a blanket over James gently. James instantly cuddled into Thomas' chest. Listening to his deep heartbeat. Thomas lazily wrapped his arm around James' waist.

"I miss cuddling with you.." Thomas commented. James hummed in response.

"Sorry I've been so sick lately.." James apologized in a whisper. Thomas just shook his head.

"It's okay, love. I just hope you get better soon." Thomas tells James, and plants a kiss on his head. James' face went red.

"Don't blame me if you get sick." He warns.

"I don't care, as long as I can be with you." Thomas tells James with a grin.

"Shut up..." James replies, giggling slightly.

Thomas chuckled and closed his heavy eyes lids. The two both fell asleep, holding each other.

Samuel's POV

"WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT?? WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU TWO DOING??" Reynolds yelled at Maria and I. I put my head down in shame.

"You said to pretend to be their friends! So we were defending them so they would trust us more!" Maria argued with her brother, rolling her eyes. I just stayed quiet. Reynolds shook his head pinched the bridge of his nose. Charles Lee and George King were sitting on the couch drinking beer. I don't even know where Reynolds found this place. It was next to the alley that Reynolds tried to rape James in... it was old. The paint peeling off the wall, the old couch and tv with stains. The entire place reeked of alcohol and smoke. Suddenly, Reynolds started laughing.

"I guess we'll have to do it the hard way.." Reynolds says. Charles and George laugh from behind Reynolds.

"No!" I finally snapped. The room fell silent. Reynolds still facing away from me. Charles and George looked at me bewildered.

"Sam what are you doing?" Maria whisper shouted to me.

"What did you just say?" Reynolds asked, turning his head to see me. His eyes a light grey. I gulp and take a shaky breath in.

"I-I s-said no.." I repeat myself. Reynolds laughs maniacally. Charles and George exchange worried looks. Suddenly, Reynolds walks up to me, until I'm pinned against the wall. He pulls a sharp dagger from his skin, his tattoo and knife glowing brightly. I felt frozen, my powers felt useless. Reynolds pressed the knife against my neck while pushing down on my chest.

"Hey! Stop!" Maria begged.

"You don't say no to me!" Reynolds says, pushing harder on my chest. It started to feel hard to breath. This must've been so much worse for James..

"Reynolds, we made an agreement." Charles says as he stands from the couch. Reynolds snapped his head back to glare at Charles. I took that chance to kick Reynolds feet. Reynolds yelped as he fell, his knife sliding down my collar bone. I winced and put my hand over the fresh cut. I felt warm blood drip down my chest. I look down and see Reynolds hovering over his knife. His knife almost going right through his heart. George had his hand out, a small white glow coming from it. He moved his hand and Reynolds moved with it. I took in uneasy breaths. George drops Reynolds down and his dagger disappears. Reynolds looked up at me with an angered face.

"You... you tried to kill me!" He screams. I shook my head.

"N-no! I didn't!" I argue, putting pressure on my injury. Reynolds went to lunge towards me, I closed my eyes preparing for impact. It never hit me. I opened my eyes and see Reynolds frozen in ice. I flinch and breath heavily. Charles had blood dripping from his mouth.

"Are you okay, Samuel?" Charles asks me, wiping his mouth.

"W-why did you do that?" I ask him, still breathing heavily. Charles shrugs.

"We care about you.. I think we all know we don't like Reynolds and his acts.. Being gay and trans isn't a crime. It's just who you are... And I guess I was having trouble accepting that.." Charles explains, rubbing the back of his neck.

"That happened to you to?? I told Reynolds I thought I was bisexual and he said he could "fix" me." George expresses dramatically in his heavy british accent.

"I think he got a hold of all of us because of who we really are.." Maria says, glaring at Reynolds who was still in the ice.

"Let's get out of here, Sam, come with me and I'll clean you up." Charles says, walking towards me. Involuntary, I flinch when he steps toward me.

"Hey.. it's okay, we won't hurt you."

"S-sorry.. I'm j-just scared that's all..." I tell him. We all walk out of the area. Charles leads me back to his dorm. Charles didn't share a dorm with anyone, his dorm mate moved at the beginning of the year. The walk was silent. Charles lead Me to his bathroom and sat me down on the toilet seat. He pulls out gauze and peroxide.

"Can you take off your shirt?" He asks, while getting a rag from a drawer. I blush brightly and I guess he immediately realized his mistake. His cheeks go a rosy pink.

"N-not like that! I-I mean s-so I can c-clean the cut!" He corrects himself. My face only heats up more and I nod. I remove my bloodstained shirt, the cold air sending chills down my back. I knew I had other scars on my stomach, Arms, and back from abuse. Charles sits up on his knees.

"I'm going to warn you now, this is going to burn. I don't mean to hurt you." He warns. I nod and take a deep breath in. He puts peroxide on the rag and dabs it on my skin. I flinch and hiss in pain, pulling away from him.

"Sorry.." he says, pulling the rag away. I feel him grab my hand. My face heats up and I flinch away from him.

"Sorry! I sh-shouldn't have d-done that.."

"N-no! It's okay! You just scared me..." I reassure him. I grab his hand again. His face goes scarlet. I rubs my thumb soothingly over my knuckles. He starts to clean the cut again and I wince and squeeze his hand. He apologized quietly and squeezed my hand back. Once he was done, he wrapped the cut. I realized he was still holding my hand... he sees me looking at our joined hands and pulls away.

"S-sorry.." He says quietly, lookin down guiltily.

"Screw you..." I said, he looked up at me confused. Before I could say anything I grab the collar of his shirt and smashed my lips onto his. He slowly melted into the kiss and snaked his hands around my waist. I hang my arms around his neck as I kiss him. I pull away, and he pecks my lips again before pulling away. We both look at each other's eyes.

Good thing we're out of that hell hole...