STUCK (Tate Langdon x Y/N)

times running out

I woke up to the sound of beeping, and voices.

"Kid, we're doing everything we can. She'll be up soon." said a doctor.

"Okay, is she alright? You're sure there's nothing you can do?" Tate said urgently.

"Listen, I've already told you. I have other things to do right now. She's gonna be awake soon. Due to patient confidentiality I cannot disclose information."

"Look! I don't know where or who her parents are. Can you find out for me?" Tate asked impatiently.

"Yeah sure. AFTER my other priorities."

I could tell this was riling him up, when the doctor left I could hear his frustrated sighs. I opened my eyes, to the sight of Tate with his head in his hands. After hearing movement he suddenly looked up.

"Hey! Hey, y/n are you alright?" he said worriedly.

"Shit, Tate, what time is it?" I asked.

"It's almost eleven, you passed out from the smo-"

"No, I need to get out of here." I mumbled, pulling things off of me.

"No no no," Tate exclaimed, "you gotta stay here, you have to get better."

"No! Tate. You have to get me out of here, I need to get back to the house. Your house."

"Y/n what's going on? Is it the drugs, are you still out of it or something?"

"Tate. I need you to listen to me, I need to get back to your house, I'll explain everything I promise, just get me back." I said strongly.

"Don't you want to wait for your parents? The doctors are finding out where they are for you any minute now." Tate said, with a confused but soft expression. No no no, it's going to say on these systems that I'm dead, my parents will say the same.

"Tate. Please, none of this is going to make any sense. But we have to go." I said.

"Okay, okay. Hold my arm, we need to get you out without these nurses seeing you." Tate said, with a confused facial expression. We got through, without getting noticed. We got back to the car and Tate looked chaotic, but looked like he was enjoying it.

"Now. Am I gonna get an explanation of what just happened there?" Tate said with a slightly exasperated look.

"Yes. Yes I promise, we just have to get back... it's already 11:15." I sighed back.

We drove, listening to the same music we had on the way, I was feeling better, Tate could see that. But I couldn't essentially be unwell, I'm fricking dead. We arrived in the street of the house, it was 11:59.

"Crap, we have to go faster Tate." I half shouted.

"Okay okay." He said quickly and sped back to the house.

I ran towards the gates, and just before the clock ticked twelve, I got onto the grounds of the house. We got in and Tate asked me if I wanted to come to his room, and calm down. I sat down on his bed, and thought about what I was going to tell him.

"So. I have a couple of questions." Tate said curiously. He could see my expression looked worried, so he put his hand on my hand, and said "Y/n, you can tell me. I'm not gonna judge you, alright?"

"Well. I- how do i do this?" I uttered

"Y/n. Why was it such a panic to get back? Why did you worry so much when they said they're finding your parents?" Tate queried. I cant tell him. I cant.

"I don't kno-" I mumbled.

"Why do you look so scared? It's just me, nothings going to happen to you, no matter what you tell me!" Tate said, raising his voice.

I started to tear up. "Tate don't get mad."

"You're worrying me, y/n! I want to know what I can do to help, but I can't because you aren't telling me anything!" Tate yelled, "I'm not gonna judge you, I won't ignore you, you just have to tell me what's wrong!"

"Tate, I'M DEAD."