Chapter 3

“No!” Sam yelled, as the blood started to flow from Zack’s right wrist.

“Let fucking go!” Zack tried to pull his arm from Sam’s grip…but he couldn’t. All that blood! He felt woozy, chilled. His vision was starting to gray at the edges.

“Oh, fuck! Zack!” Sam yelled, just before everything went black.

* * * *

Sam paced the floor of the ER’s waiting room. “What a night.”

He’d tried to get in touch with Zack’s ‘rents, but both their cell phones went directly to voicemail. He’d left messages, trying to explain as calmly as he could that their only son was in the hospital. Then he’d called his own dad. The call had woken him, but, as his dad had said, it was almost time for him to get up for work.

When his dad had asked him if he wanted him to come to the hospital,

Sam had said he was okay, there wouldn’t be anything his dad could have done anyway.

“I told Zack, uh, about me bein’ gay,” Sam whispered into the phone.