For the next few days Kian and Haley were unbelievably happy. They had gone from friends and roommates to a couple. Sure, there was the age gap, but she made him feel complete and he made her feel loved and treasured. There were no regrets, and neither of them were thinking about what might happen in the future. This was right, they felt right together.

It felt like any other evening when Kian made it to the flat. He was worried when he heard Haley crying. Sobbing, to be more accurate. She was sitting at the kitchen table, her hands clenched as if in anger. Her face was red and eyes puffy from crying.
"What is it?" He asked, concerned.
"Nothing," Haley said quickly, wiping her eyes. "I just got into a huge fight with my dad."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Kian offered, putting his hands on her shoulders protectively.
"No, just some space." Haley answered bluntly, getting up from the table and going into the guest room.  Kian hated seeing her like this.
"Is there anything I can do?" He asked, feeling like there was something Haley wasn't telling him.
"Can you go get some pizza and wings?" Haley said as though she was ill.
"Sure. I'll be back shortly." Kian said. He didn't know that that short amount of time was all she needed.

He came back to an eerily quiet flat. Kian heard the strange sound coming from the bathroom. The door was closed, and he tapped on it.
"Haley? You okay?" A sudden gasping sound was his answer. He threw the door open, seeing Haley with her head by the toilet. Was she throwing up? But her breathing was irregular. Then he saw it; an empty bottle of pills. The ones he had gotten to help her sleep.
"NO!" Kian screamed. "Haley?" He shook her lightly. "Haley, can you hear me?"
He got into action, pulling Haley up by her shoulders. Her head lolled limply on her neck.
"Haley! Can you hear me?" He sobbed, seeing her eyelids barely moving. He was sobbing now. "Haley! You can't do this! Do you hear me?"

Kian forced his fingers into Haley's throat, hearing a gagging sound. Some vomit came up, but she still wouldn't respond. Kian was screaming now. He looked around frantically, thinking about what would happen if he lost his girlfriend. "Haley! I love you. I'll always love you, please! Haley! You aren't going anywhere!"

He fumbled with his phone, just managing to dial 999. He managed to get his address to the dispatch. He picked Haley up with all his strength and carried her to the ground floor. When the ambulance came, he somehow convinced the attendants to let him ride along. The hospital ended up being one he thought he would never go back to.

Kian felt so helpless as he sat out in the hospital waiting room. The last time he felt like this was when Bea died. It seemed like an eternity before the doctor came out, one he didn't know when he was working there.
"We pumped her stomach, and she's out of danger. Chances are she'll just sleep for a long time."

He was in Haley's room when he heard a familiar voice.
"Kian! How long has it been?" A young intern called out.
"Nicky! Boy, am I glad to see you." Kian sighed, hugging her.
"Is this young woman your....?" Nicky asked, not knowing how to finish. Her crush on him was obvious when they worked together.
"Girlfriend? Let's just say that I care about her a lot." Kian said.
"Well, I hope she gets better." Nicky concluded, giving Kian a smile.

Kian sat by Haley's hospital bed. He had stopped crying awhile ago, but the thought still plagued him; why had she tried to hurt herself again? They had lucked out (if you could call it that) when she took off to the mountains, but this was going of the deep end.

I've already lost two people I loved. I don't even know if I can comprehend losing Haley.  He thought.
I don't want to go through that again.
I've come so far, I want to take a chance. But I guess it comes down to understanding what made her want to do this. I'm going to do anything to make sure she never does that again.

Kian held Haley's hand, feeling her limp fingers against his palm. Her breathing was rhythmic and gentle. It was what lulled him to sleep.