Stuck Like Glue

"Chris everyone makes mistakes. Please forgive me for this one." Wade pleaded, looking over at Chris pleadingly.

"Do you deserve forgivness?" Chris questioned, looking at Wade. "After leaving me, ignoring me, and beating my ass infront of the world."

"I didn't want to do that to you tonight Chris. I didn't have a choice."

"You always have a choice and tonight." Chris nodded. " I am choising to end my life. You choise to help make that decicion."

"Chris. Don't." Wade whispered. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he knew he was at least part of the reason Chris ended his life.

Chris dragged a hand over is fce. "Must you make every little thing complicated?"

"Yes. If it means making you stop and think before you do this."

"Wade, I have thought about this. Believe me I have, But what I dont have is anything else to live for." Chris reasoned.

"Then live for me, please. Give me a chance, and I'll show you how sorry I am." Wade said, taking Chris's hand.

"You know what happens if you fail right?" Chris questioned. He couldnt believe this man was changing his mind.

Wade nodded.
"I know just please Chris don't do it." Wade begged, he'd never talked someone off the edge before and he was surprised it seemed to be working.

Chris had an idea. "Fine, he pulled his hand back. And I left my watch, come with me to get it." Chris got out of the car, waiting for Wade.

Wade raised an eyebrow. He knew something was up.
"Okay." He slowly got out of the car.

The they were half way to the building Chris quickly turned around and jumped into his car, locking the doors so Wade couldn't get in. Chris the started the car and put it in drive.

"CHRIS!" Wade growled. He frantically looked around, his car was on the other side of the parking lot. It'd take forever for him to get to the hotel. Chris was already driving.
Wade took a deep breath, not believing what he was about to do.
He got a running start and jumped the highest and farthest he could, knowing Chris's life was at stake. He landed firmly on top of the car.
He thanked god that he hadn't hurt himself.

Chris slammed on his brakes when he noticed Wade was on his car. "Fucking idiot." He growled.

Wade carefully slid his upper half down the side of the car so he was staring at Chris through the window.
"Open the goddamn door!"

Chris shook his head furiously. "Hell no!" Chris glared at Wade and brained stormed- and that is when it came to him, he had a razor he used for cutting in the back seat, Chris started looking for it.

"Chris Irvine, I will smash this window open right now!"

Chris held the razor in his hand and not giving time to think about it, he sliced into his arm. The cut was deep, it sliced through veins. Chris made several cuts, long, and deep in this arm before moving to the next, starting to repeat the process.

Wade watched all of this in horror, slamming his large fists down on the window, shaking the glass. He felt something poke him in the side. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a paper clip. Realizing this was his only chance, he bent down and began attempting to pick the lock.

Chris was almost done, and with a few ore cuts, he didn't have the strength to hold the razor. He felt drained and his vision was growing hazy and dark. Last thing Chris remembered was seeing Wade through the window.

Wade finally managed to open the door. He was so worried that it was too late. He practically threw Chris out of the drivers seat. His body took over, his mind wasn't working properly. He drove Chris to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible.

Chris heart was still beating faintly, he was loosing blood fast. If he dosen't get help soon he will die. Chris was happy the last thing he was was Wade.

"Chris, did ya really have to lock me out?" Wade shook his head, speeding. He eventually arrived. He easily lifted the smaller man out of the car and ran into the building, slamming past everyone who dared get in his way. He forced himself to the ER and they immediately began treating Chris.