~7~

Skeppy's POV

As the days went on, Darryl and I stayed in the room I was when I woke up. I figured out after a while that I was sent to the hospital due to me passing out. The doctors said I had to stay because of my condition, which saddened me a little. I really wanted to go back home, to lock myself in my room and not come out for a while, but the doctors wanted to keep a close eye on me. I didn't look as healthy as I felt, so Darryl insisted that I stay. I reluctantly agreed, and now I've been stuck here for the past week. It got boring after a while, but at least I had Darryl here with me.

I haven't really seen that much of the others. They all kind of left and never came back. After a day or two I just thought that they still had to keep up with their channels and lives back at home, but it turned out they just didn't want to see me. It hurt me a little that my own friends didn't want to visit me, but it made sense. At least to me. Darryl was mad about it, but I told him that it was fine. He didn't want to argue with me so he dropped it. Well, by dropped I mean never spoke about it with me. But I'm sure he's still mad about it. I don't blame him.

After a week of practically living in the hospital, the doctors said I was free to leave. After closely monitoring me, they figured out I just wasn't eating much or getting enough sleep at home. They interrogated me, asking if I was depressed or didn't feel like doing much of anything lately. I got scared, all the questions they asked made my head spin, and I started to tear up. Darryl didn't like seeing me sad, so he just informed the doctors I wasn't comfortable with sharing that information. They suggested I got a therapist, but me and Darryl walked out without saying a word. He signed me out and helped me into his car, where we drove back home without saying a word. I felt really bad, but I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just stay by Darryl, he had a roommate already. There wasn't going to be enough space for me there, and I didn't want to be a constant burden. I would've gone back home, but Darryl didn't trust me with being by myself. He feared that I wouldn't eat much or get enough sleep like the doctor said, so he told, or commanded, me to stay with him. I just agreed, not up for fighting. I didn't mind staying with him anyways.

When we got inside, the place didn't look so good. There was overflowing trash coming out of the garbage can, and clothes everywhere. Darryl groaned, and I sighed. No one really liked Darryl's roommate, but he told us that it was fine. Obviously it wasn't, but seeing as Darryl was the most caring of us all, and he was the most put together, we all believed him. I didn't though, I knew there was something wrong. But I didn't pay too much attention to it until we got here.

"Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up later," says Darryl, with a slight smile on his face. I smiled back, feeling a little light-headed. Darryl helped me up the stairs, and into his room. His room wasn't as small as I thought it would be, but it was still small. His room was very neat and clean, besides the one or two bottles of water on the desk. It was amazing compared to the rest of the apartment.

"You can sleep on the bed, I still have a sleeping bag from when we went camping last time." He starts walking over to his closet, but I grab his hand before he takes his second step. He turns around and looks at me confused. I look down, my face red from what I'm about to say.

"C-could you...like...um.." I stutter, attempting to get words out my mouth. I take a deep breath and say everything that I wanted to say.

"Could you please stay? Like, on the bed with me?" I look up at him. He also has a red face, but doesn't look away. His straight face turns into a slight smile. He lays next to me, turns to me, and cups the side of my face with his hand. I lean slightly into his hand, before falling asleep.