The sterile scent of the hospital was too pungent for Justin. It made his nose twitch, but he ignores it. He ignores the steady beeping sound of the heart rate monitor, blocks out the faint murmurings of other patients and doctors outside of the room, and disregards his phone buzzing—Matt and Lainey probably wondering why he’s not at school.

You lay like you’re already becoming an angel. The hospital bed you’re in looks like a coffin. Your hair layered like a halo around the pillow, but your wings momentarily clipped.

He rubs his eyes with his free hand, his other one holding yours. He was too busy getting over his addiction that he couldn’t help yours. He feels like a shitty boyfriend.

A sniffle escapes him—one he’d never realise if he wasn’t alone. “Wake up, baby, please.” Justin pleads quietly and hoarsely.

If he could switches place, he would in a heartbeat. He promised you no one would ever hurt you again, but he couldn’t stop you from damaging yourself.