Wilbur pov:

I brought him to the hospital, reconsidering the decision because of the cuts I had done a while ago. "P-PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME, MY BOYFRIEND I GOT HOME AND FOUND HIM IN THE BATHROOM. I-I THINK HE WAS SELF HARMING AND WENT TOO FAR. PLEASE HELP." I was crying worse then the drive here. Quackity was awake but was barely conscious.

"Okay sir what's his name and your name." I hesitated.

"His name is Alexis Quackity and I'm William Soot." She searched us up.

"Okay sir quickly come with me and I will get your boyfriend some help." They changed him into a hospital gown and got his cuts cleared up. "Sir we have found scars on his body, do you know how that happened." The sentence made me feel a wave of guilt come over me.

"H-He had this boyfriend before me, he would do that to him. Alex never went into detail about it." I snuffled as I held the unconscious boy's hand.

"I'm sorry you had to know your boyfriend had gone through that sir." The nurse put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Do you know who the boyfriend was??"

"His name was Karl jacobs, but he died from drunk driving a few months ago." The nurse excused herself to look at the files.

"Yes he did indeed, I'm sorry we aren't able to put him away for this." She sighed.

"It's okay, when will he be out of the hospital?" She looked at the clipboard.

"He will be discharged tonight in time for tomorrow." She smiled, "I will leave you 2 alone." The nurse walked out. I held Quackity's hand, staring at his bandaged arms. His eyes opened slightly, looking around the room. His eyes landed on me, crying and smiling.

"W-Will?" His eyes were no longer the chocolate-y shade of brown they usually were, they were dull. A grey-ish mud brown with no sparkles.

"Quackity!..are you okay??" He chuckled.

"Guess I went too far." He smiled. He leaned towards me. "What did you say about the scars??" I sighed.

"I said it was Karl." He nodded.

"Some of it was so that's okay." He laid back in the bed closing his eyes.

"Alex." He nodded "you never told me Karl did that to you." He sighed.

"It's alright, doesn't matter now." I felt more and more guilty than I was before. Why did I do that? How could I let all this happen? Maybe if I came at him with a more less psychotic way than he would have liked me and I wouldn't have done this. I rested my head in my hands and began sobbing uncontrollably. "Wil? Are you okay? Why are you crying??"

"I think it's best to talk about this when we are home. It's about this." I signalled to the hospital situation and I could hear Alex gulp.