John Pov
I'm going to be honest.
When I saw blood gushing out of Alex's arm, my first thought wasn't,
'Oh my god! I gotta help him!'

It was more along the lines of
'Holy fucking hell that is the grossest thing I've ever seen.'

And then my thought process went to helping him.

But can you blame me?
I was trying so hard not to puke while I wrapped up his arm in bandages.

There was just blood everywhere.
It got on me and I thought I was going to throw up right then and there.

But I held down my
breakfast,
lunch and
dinner
so I wouldn't make things worse then they already were.

And now that Alex's cut is all bandaged, it looks like he attempted suicide and got pretty damn close.

I saw his eyes roll back into his head a few times while I was trying to bandage him and that only gave me another reason to gag. (And have a near heart attack)

Sure, Alex is handsome but he's less handsome when he's bleeding on everything and his eyes are rolled back. But now we have a new problem on our hands.

After breaking through the vent,
(which took way too much effort and Alex coming way to close to death)

We both realized that the hole in the ceiling was tiny.

And neither of us necessarily fit into the whole 'tiny' category.

I mean, Alex is tiny for murder and I'm tiny compared to a palm trees, but when things came down to the hole in the ceiling, we were definitely bigger.

"I think I have an idea," Alex said.
"Oh no. Those are never good."
I muttered.
Alex shot me a glare.

"Do you have any hair grease?"
He asked.

"What?
No."
I replied.

He gave me..
that look.

You know the one.
The one where somebody can practically smell your bullshit.

Yeah.
That one.

"Fine, lemme get it."
I muttered, going down his bed and looking under my own.

As I got down to the floor, I noticed Alex's dry blood stained on the concrete ground.

Well that's fucking gross.

I got out hair grease and went up to his bed. "Why do you have that anyway? Your hair looks nice." He said, taking it from me.

"Whatever.
Why do you need it?"
I asked.

He looked at the ceiling, then back to me.

"Strip." He said.

"Wait, what?
You know, we've only been dating for a few wee-"

"My god, Laurens, just god damn strip then rub this greasy ass stuff on your body so you can get in the ceiling."
He said.

Oh.
So that's what he meant.

"Right.."
I muttered.

I took off my jumpsuit and started doing as he instructed.

"Damnnn." He whispered.
"Would you stop that?" I asked.
"Sorry. Can't help it." He said.

"Yes, you can. Don't you lie to me." I told him.

"I honestly don't think I can." He replied, still checking me out.

"Just picture me as Donald Trump. Or Pence or some dumb fuck." I said.

"And now I'm looking away." He muttered, looking back to the ceiling.

"Trumps a fuckin' idiot."
"Don't need to tell me twice."

I continued to strip down to my socks and boxers.

After a moment of silence, Alex asked, "You good to go up the vent?"

"I think so. I sure hope this works." I said.

He nodded, and moved out of my way. I grabbed the edges of the hole in the ceiling and started to pull myself up.

"T-this..is difficult." I groaned, my voice strained.

"Do you need a boost or somethin'?" Alex asked.

"That's be nice." I said.
He grabbed my foot and muttered, "There's a hole in your sock."

I scoffed.
"That's the least of your troubles."
I told him.

He started to push me up and then cried out in pain, letting me go, sending me straight out of the ceiling and back on his bed.

"Fuck!"
He shouted, grabbing his wrist.

"God this fucking hurts." He hissed, and I would've swore I saw tears brim his eyes for just a moment.
I knew he'd never admit to it.

"You alright?" I asked.
"This really fuckin hurts." He groaned.

"Maybe you shouldn't punch glass again." I said.

He glared at me.
"Oh yeah, thanks John." He muttered.

I saw blood start to quickly seep through his bandages.

"Shit uh..here out this over it and hold it really tightly, even if it starts to hurt, alright?" I said, handing him my jumpsuit.

He wrapped it around his arm, wincing.

"Fuck."
He hissed.

As long as the blood doesn't go through the jumpsuit then he should be relatively fine.

Once we get out I'll take him to like, a Walgreens doctor or some shit.

"You sure you're good?" I asked.
He bit his lip and nodded.

I could tell he was trying not to cry out or wince.

"Okay, how about you go up there first, me boosting you up and then I'll just try to get up on my own, aight?"
I suggested.

He nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. Alex tied a knot with the arms of my jumpsuit, keeping it around his wrist.

I handed him the hair grease and watched him strip to his socks and boxers (with much difficultly, though I did assist him.)

He slowly pulled himself up to the ceiling, and I could tell he was in incredible pain. I boosted him up and he swiftly scurried up the vent.

He let his legs hang from the hole in the ceiling.

"You alright Alex?" I called.
"I'm good!" He told me.

"Aight, I'm coming up, okay?" I said. "Aight!" He called, pulling his legs out of the way.

I pulled myself up into the ceiling with him, which was very difficult but I can't complain. Not while Alex has a giant ass cut on his wrist and is bleeding so fucking much.

"Alright, we just need to go through the vent and out the first exit and then we are free to go. I mean, we'll have to sneak around a bit afterwards and climb a couple fences, but you get the idea." I said.

"Of course." He said.
"You wanna go first?" I asked.
"Sure," He replied.

I thought he was going to go venture inside of the vent but instead,
he pulled me close,
hugging me like his life depended on it.

He pulled away and kissed me.

"Please don't let me bleed out on your jumpsuit while I try to escape prison with you. That'd be very upsetting on my and your part."
He whispered, our foreheads pressed together.

I smiled.
"Well shit Alex. Letting you bleed out on my jumpsuit was the fuckin' plan. Now I'll have to reschedule everyth-"

"Shut up you fuckin bastard."
He said, chuckling.

"You ready to do this my boy?"
I asked.

"Of course. And side note, I love the nicknames you've been givin' me. Thanks John." He said.

"Anything for you my boy."