"It hurts when you have someone in your heart but you can't have them in your arms."
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You woke up on Jesse's couch the next morning. You blinked sleep out of your eyes and got up. You suddenly felt really sick and bolted to the bathroom. But Ryan was passed out near the toilet and there was puke all over the place.

You groaned, waiting to throw up so badly. You quickly ran downstairs and you were thankful that no one was down there. You lifted up the lid and proceeded to throw up.....very loudly.
"Holy shit, is someone dying in there?" Jesse called.
You didn't answer because you weren't quite done.
"I'm coming down there." You heard footsteps and laid down on floor because your head was pounding.
"(Y/N)?"
"I'm fine." You said.
"You don't look fine." He said, kneeling down and titling your head so that you were facing him. "What happened?"
"I threw up." You said. "And my head fucking hurts."
"You want some painkillers?" He asked.
"I guess." You said. "But I don't feel like getting up."
"I can take care of that." He said, scooping you up in his arms. He walked up the stairs and laid you down on the couch and then disappeared into the kitchen. He came back holding a pill and a glass of water in his hand.
"Here you go." He said, placing them both in your hands.
"Thanks." You said, popping the pill in your mouth and taking a huge gulp of water. "You know that Ryan is passed out in the upstairs bathroom right?"
"Yeah." He said.
"How drunk did he get?" You asked.
"It was pretty bad." Jesse said, running a hand through his hair. "I tried to stop him but he drank too much again."
"And Chester and Chad?" You asked. "What about them?"
"They went home when you fell asleep." He said. "They've both been feeling pretty down lately."
"You have an interesting group of friends." You said.
"I wouldn't really say that they're my friends." He said. "More so my patients."
"Are you a psychiatrist?" You asked.
"I want to be." He said. "I've always wanted to help people out with their problems. For as long as I can remember, I would do my best and made sure that everyone was happy."
"Am I a "patient"?" You asked.
"No." He said. "Well, sorta. You're more than just a patient to me. I would even call you my friend."
"Thanks, I guess." You said. "So, do you work as a psychiatrist?"
"Trying to." He said. "There's not really a demand for them here. I think I might need to leave this place behind and find a place that needs one."
"Where are you thinking?" You asked.
"Hm, maybe New York." He said. "I've kinda always wanted to see a big city. I've lived here almost my whole life so I want change."
"Oh." You said. "Well, I hope you have fun there."
"What? You think that I'm going to pack up and leave now?" He asked. "No way. Ryan, Chester, and Chad all need me. I'll leave after they're taken care of. I'm not going to abandon them."
"What do you do now?" You asked. "You know, as like a job?"
"I'm unemployed." He said. "I'm usually busy taking care of those three and last night was really a reward because they were doing so well but then Ryan took it too far so I'm back to where I'm started with him."
"What about Chester and Chad?" You asked. "Are they back to where they were when you first started helping them?"
"They're actually much better since last night." He said. "You see, they're a couple. And they're getting hate from their family, who are heavy Christians. And when I say heavy Christian, I fucking mean it. Holy shit."
"That's so sad." You said. "They don't deserve that."
"You're right." He said. "They don't."
A loud groan erupted from upstairs.
"That's Ryan." Jesse said, standing up. "I'm going to go and talk to him. You gonna be okay?"
"I think so." You said. "Thanks, by the way."
"Don't mention it." He said as he walked up the stairs. "Call me if you need me."

*****

"I have to say, Jesse Parker is a good choice." (R/N) said to you in your dreams. She was there with Jet and Dark.
"Um, no." Dark said. "I'm a good choice. You have no idea how much I love her."
"I think that it's up to (Y/N)." Jet said. "She can love whoever she wants."
"I want to love Mark." You said. "Where is he? Why isn't he showing himself?"
"He's mad at you." (R/N) said. "He's mad because you're spending way too much time with that Jesse guy. He wants you to stop."
"Why does he want that?" You asked. "Does he think that I'm in love with him? Because that's not true. Jesse is just a friend."
"That's what they all say." Dark said, taking a step towards you. His red eyes were shining in the sun and the blood running down his face looked fresh. "Just love me (Y/N). If you love me, then I can come back better than ever."
"Why would I love you?" You asked, taking a few steps back. "You hurt Mark. I can't love someone that hurt the one I loved more than anything."
"Such a shame." Dark said, putting his hands around your neck. You tried to push him off but he wouldn't budge. "Such a shame that you can't love the best thing that's ever happened to you."
Before you could respond, you saw his fangs sharpen in his mouth and the next thing he knew, he was drinking your blood.
"Get the fuck off me!" You said, trying to pry him off of your neck. "Jet! Help me!"
"That's quite romantic." He said. "Keep it going Dark!"
"You're not Jet!" You said. "My brother would never say something like that."
"Things change (Y/N)." He said, grabbing ahold of (R/N)'s hand. "Things change."
"What have you done to him?" You growled to (R/N), still trying to pry Dark off of your neck.
"I didn't do anything." She said innocently. "I swear."
Suddenly, you felt a force as Dark was pushed violently off of your neck.
"What the hell?" He growled. "I was quite enjoying that!"
"I don't know what that was," (R/N) said. "but it looks as though you've won this round (Y/N). You won't win the next round though. We'll be here until the day you die."