I'm losing what I don't deserve

"His jaw is broken. The black of his head is split open but it can all be fixed with time." The doctor droned.

Phil bit his lip and asked "Can i see him?"

"Sure, he is in room 353." He nodded as he walked off to go help other people.

Phil nodded and hurried to Chris's room, he stopped in the doorway as he looked at Chris.

Chris was silently crying, turned over facing the wall as the salty tears cascaded down his cheeks. Phil had HIT him, what in the hell was up with that?

Phil bit his lip nervously and walked over to Chris "Chris." he said softly.

Chris sniffled, trying to pretend to be asleep. He was fucking done with Phil now.

Phil bit his lip, he knew Chris proably wouldn't want to see him but he need to talk to Chris one more time to at least try and apologize. "Chris i-i..." he stummered softly.

Chris hiccuped, his brow furrowed. They had to fucking wire his jaw, all he could do was slur out s few words at a time.
"Go away." The man slurred angrily.

Phil bit his lip "I'm sorry Chris, i know you will never forgive me but i want to tell you that and that i love you." stummered Phil as he turned to leave the room with tears in his eyes.

Chris sobbed, turning around and glaring.
'Y-You hit me!" He slurred, almost as if he was drunk. "I might b-be a mother fucker but you HIT m-me! I h-have never out my hands on you!"

Phil looked at the ground ashamed, Chris was right of all the things Chris had done to him he had never hit him. "Chris all i can do is apologize but i know that will never be enough." he said softly "I know you can't forgive me and i can't forgive myself."

"Y-You broke my fucking JAW! My head needed stitches! H-How could you P-Phil!?" He cried out in pain.

Phil bit his lip, he had spent years working on his anger and he had just lost it "Chris i can't give you any excuse for what i did."

"BECAUSE THERE ISNT ONE YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!" He wailed, he didnt mean it....But he had trusted Phil. He might be a heartless bastard but that gave Phil no right to hit him.

Phil felt a tear fall "I know Chris and don't worry i'm going to be gone soon." he said before he ran from the room.

Chris simply laid back down, roughly wiping away his tears as he lightly touched his broken jaw.

Phil cried as he hurried back to his and Chris's place, he knew he couldn't live without Chris so he knew what he was going to do. He went to the bathroom and picked up a razor blade laying on the counter. He bit his lip as he run it across his wrist before running it acoss the other.

John Cena happened to be at there do at this moment. He needed to go over the script for Monday Night RAW with Phil.

Phil bit his lip as he started to feel light headed from the blood loss.

John was getting worried, usually the door was answered quick enough.
"PHIL! CHRIS!" He hollered.

Phil leaned against the wall as he started to feel weak.

John stepped back and ran into the door, breaking it down. He looked around quickly, the room was empty but there was blood on the wall, shit on the floor and the bath room door was open.

Phil whimpered softly at the noise of John breaking the door down as he slide to the floor.

John heard and ran into the bath room, his belly flipping at the site of Phil, blood smearing from his veins, his precious life fluid leaving him. John fell to his knees and took Phil in his arms.