Better Than Drugs - Dabi x Reader

Chapter 25

My alarm went off and I turned it off. I wasn't in the mood to go to class today. I still wasn't feeling good. My body was sore and everything felt heavy. I wanted to stay in bed and sleep until I felt better. Nothing could change my mood for the better right now.

A knock echoed through my room, but I didn't bother to answer. I turned my back away from the door and lifted my covers up to my neck. I heard the door open and I knew it was Zion. I felt the bed dip, letting me know she was sitting next to me.

"How are you feeling?" Zion asked.

I don't know whether I should be honest with her that I feel like shit. I didn't feel like talking to or seeing anyone today. Getting out of bed is going to be impossible. I hate feeling like this, but there's nothing I can do.

"I'm tired," I said.

"What time did you go to bed last night?" She asked.

"I went to bed around midnight. I couldn't fall asleep," I said.

"You had a full eight hours. Is your body still sore?"

"Yeah, but not as bad."

"That's good," Zion said.

Silence filled the room. I didn't want to tell her anything else since she wouldn't understand. I also didn't want to burden her with my feelings. I stared at the wall and my thoughts kept me occupied. My thoughts weren't anything important, just little things that started keeping me up at night.

"I gotta go to work. Are you going to be okay while I'm gone?" Zion asked.

"I'll be fine," I said. "I'll probably have Dabi take me to my appointment."

"Does he have to go? I can call off work," Zion said.

"He most likely won't go," I said.

"Alright. Well, I'm heading out. I'll be back around five."

"Be safe."

Zion got off my bed and walked out, closing the door behind her. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and looked at the time. I had another two hours before class started. I thought about not showing up and staying home. My phone started ringing and I looked at the caller ID.

Dabi. 

I answered the phone and put it on speaker. "Hello?"

"How are you feeling?" Dabi asked.

"I'm tired," I said.

"What kind of tired are you feeling?"

There wasn't one answer to this question. There were multiple reasons as to why I'm tired. It's also hard to explain this tired feeling. Should I tell Dabi? He's been understanding and helping me out.

"It's like a heavyweight on me that's making me not want to move," I said.

"Okay, anything else?" Dabi asked.

"I don't feel like talking about it," I said.

"That's fine. When is your psychiatry appointment?"

"How did you know I have an appointment?" I asked.

"I'm the one that requested it for you the night you had your overdose," Dabi said. "I asked them to start your treatment once you got out of the hospital."

"I have the appointment at two with Doctor Mori."

There was silence for a little bit. I don't know why the silence was necessary, but it was nice. Hearing different voices was causing me to be more tired. Dabi was a little different. Anything with him was pleasant.