#tw:overdose

Location - Jo’s apartment

TW: overdose, drugs, induced vomiting, generally poor medical choices. read more for discretion

Business had been better than usual lately, enough that Jo was beginning to feel a bit of hope for the place. It had started being loud again. Nothing crazy, not enough to make people leave, but enough that the walls and the floors felt alive again, the whole place had energy and life in it. Things weren’t okay, not yet, but she felt like if she held on tight enough to what she had, the storm outside would pass by without doing much more damage. Closing the bar up for the night, she patted her back pocket and the money there, more than she usually took home, and decided to make a quick side trip before heading up to the apartment. If Angel was already asleep then Jo would leave her be, but on the probable chance that she was up, tonight called for ice cream and a rented movie. 

His head hurt, but that was the least of his worries. Though he told everyone he had slept some, he really didn’t. He couldn’t; everytime he closed his eyes all he saw was Julien’s lifeless body laying on the bathroom floor and he would shoot up, scared he didn’t make it in time. He took the necessary bathroom breaks, ate the minimal amount of food his stomach would allow, and changed into a clean pair of clothes. But other than that, he barely left the waiting room if it wasn’t his turn to sit with Julien. He kept his head down, switching between laying on the couch and sitting between JD and Parker, the two of them were what kept him from breaking down again. 

Once Mr. Schuester walked out, it was his turn to go in. Standing on shaky legs he followed the nurse down the hallway, walking into the hospital room. Though he had already seen Julien, seeing him so helpless and not awake brought tears to his eyes once again. He slowly made his way into the room, hesitating before sitting down in the chair. Reaching out he took hold of Juliens hand, hating the fact that as he curled his hand around his, there was no similar movement, no squeeze reciprocated. An involuntary sob escaped him, bringing the chair closer to the bed. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t see it, that no one saw it. Babe… That she… she broke you so much that you thought you weren’t worthy enough to not get high all the time. God, she’s a bitch.” He said, letting out a watery laugh at himself. “We should have paid attention better but you… you need to wake up so we can. After everything I can’t… can’t lose you, man. Not when I just got you.” He brought their hands up, instantly bringing his lips to the older boy's hands. Any contact was better than none. “We need you. Me and JD and Parker, we need our best friend and lead singer. We can’t do this shit without you. And Danny and Hudson and Briar… they need their brother. They can’t be the two ginger two blonde clan without you. And Briar… B is a wreck. You can’t leave her, she needs her twin. Leaving your twin is like… against the twin handbook. I think. I would imagine if there was an actual twin handbook, it’d be in there.” He was rambling now, knowing that if he stopped talking and let the silence overtake them he’d lose it even more. 

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WILLIAM BAXTER IV is a 35 year old HETEROSEXUAL CISMALE that was born on NOVEMBER 7th. HE live(s) in BROOKLYN, but they’re originally from BROOKLYN, NY. They are a/an MECHANIC SHOP OWNER for a living, and often get told they look like ZACHARY LEVI. We wish them the best of luck in the city that never sleeps!

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His great grandfather was William, his grandfather was Will, his dad is Liam and he well everyone other than family just calls him Baxter

For as long as anyone in their family can remember or had record of the Baxter family has lived in Brooklyn. William Michael Baxter the first started a mechanic shop that has been passed down through generations called the Manic Mechanic.

He married his highschool sweetheart straight out of school. And they had a happy life and were even expecting, when complications lead to the loss of the baby. It was a dark time for both of them and while they had each other to rely on depression is a strong thing. One day when he was 27 he came home from work late and found her on the bathroom floor. She had over dosed on medicine.

After loosing his wife and unborn child he went down a dark path of drinking and gambling. But after throwing himself into his work, and attending AA meetings and getting help for his gambling he managed to get back on his own two feet.

The Manic Mechanic is currently owned by Baxter, and at first he only became a mechanic because it was expected of him, but now he loves it and wouldn’t want to change a thing.

He can be distant at times but over all he’s a funny, loving and caring guy. He’s very protective and also super oblivious he can never tell when someone is flirting with him.

(dying) Sarah lynn i did while waiting for/watching bojack season 5 🎠

It had started with a twinge of pain which ultimately led to another surgery: he had control this time, there wasn’t the usual sloppiness. He had it under control, his demon, he couldn’t let his kids see him like this. He had to be their Dad not a junkie; but that particular he had been weak. He looked at himself in the mirror, popped another pill; he lost track at how many he had taken that day.

Matthew knew it was one too many, when his legs gave out, he slumped to the ground and landed against the bathroom door. The smell of vomit fills his nose, he thinks it’s his own. The door nudges him forward and he can see his little boy looking down at him, “Mommy, Mommy!” He starts to scream. “Mommy something is wrong with Daddy!”

Matthew kind of wishes he was dead now, better than having to look his son in the eye after this.