Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

54) I'm sorry...

"H-hey. Rise and shine, Eleanor."

"Hmm?"

I felt a finger brush across my lower jawline before pulling away. It was almost as if someone was waking me from a very long sleep. It reminded me of the sleepovers I used to have with Bucky and Jeremy when we were kids. It always sucked trying to get up in the morning.

"H-hey. Open your eyes. C'mon."

Slowly but surely this person coaxed my vision back. I wasn't sure how they could manage it, but they did.

Once again, the ceiling, but a familiar face too.

"Mike?" I said, my voice raspy from lack of use. He nodded and kept looking me over.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" He cried, wiping a small amount of hair away from my face.

I didn't feel too different from the two other times I had woken up but I certainly didn't have a tube in my throat. Also, I felt much more alert and coherent, unlike last time.

"Huh? What happened?"

"Don't worry about it." He grinned, combing his blonde hair away from his eyes. I noticed the bandages and the casts around his arms, stomach, and legs. I wanted to say something but I couldn't get up myself. I probably needed more attention than he did. "I'm just so glad you're actually alive!"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, blinking away spots in my vision. Despite the dimly lit room my eyesight had to adjust.

"It's nothing, Doll."

I blinked a few more times and looked at Mike with confusion. "Doll?"

His face instantly flushed the shade of a ripe tomato before he stuttered out a few apologies. "S-sorry. I j-just thought..."

"It's alright Mike. I just thought it was kind of weird since you never called me that before." I sighed, smiling slightly at his awkwardness. I couldn't help but find this bashful Mike...cute.

"S-so, can I..."

"Yeah, sure." I whimpered, feeling a twinge of pain in my left side. He seemed to notice this and held my hand while I bit back a groan.

"Uhh...maybe I should call the nurse. Maybe the medicine's wearing off."

I nodded and bit my lip while Mike ran into the hallway to look for help.

The bed sheets were growing a little uncomfortable, especially with their smell burning my nostrils, so I casually flipped them off of me. I gasped at what I saw.

My stomach had been wrapped over and over again with white gauze and covered with a hard cast. My left leg hadn't fared much better and was covered in bandages up to my thigh. At that moment I realized I could hardly feel my toes...or my left arm. When I looked down, I saw it mummified (along with my shoulder) until the very tip of my fingers.

The memory of 'skull damage' surfaced and I frantically examined my head with my good arm. It was entirely wrapped in gauze and a cast. Wait, did they shave off all my hair?!

Mike scurried back into the room with an annoyed nurse in tow. As soon as he saw me I couldn't hold back my tears. I didn't really care how I looked, but my self-confidence was starting to fade. He had more important things to do than worry about me...Eleanor Bates. If anything, it made me feel guilty.

"Hey, hey, hey. Shhhh. It's okay, Doll. It's gonna be alright. It's all over." Mike said while awkwardly taking me into his arms. He carefully patted my head, making sure not to tamper with the bandages.

I hiccuped and nodded but I didn't feel any better.

No matter what he said, I was sure it wasn't over.

* * * *

About a week and a half had passed since I was put in the hospital. My days consisted of being visited by my family as well as Mike and his family. It was a little odd having to lay down all day everyday but I didn't complain. I didn't want anyone to worry.

Of course, that didn't happen.

Before I could attempt to call Jeremy he showed up with Bucky in tow. As it turns out, both of them had been so worried about me that they were visiting me everyday. I didn't know that since I had been drugged up so much.

Mike and Bucky had formed an odd bond that I found very amusing. It seemed like they were friends but also...brothers. The two had similar attitudes and views on certain things. I thought it was adorable.

Jeremy, however, loathed Mike and even let me know that he didn't like him. When the two of us were alone we'd have heated debates about wheter or not Mike was a good influence on Bucky or not. It would go on until visiting hours were over or my blood pressure increased/the nurses threw him out.

I felt terrible knowing that Jeremy was jealous of Mike but there was nothing I could do. Even if there was, it would probably break Bucky's heart. It wasn't everyday that the poor boy made a friend.

"Can you believe it, Doll? You finally get to go home!" Mike smiled, pushing my wheelchair across the hospital's threshold. I couldn't help but chuckle at the excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, but you can't drive with your legs like that. You can hardly walk, Mike." I pointed out, leaning back in my seat to get a better look at him. He nodded in agreement but brushed it off.

"I'm not driving, but a friend of mine is. He says he knows you but he didn't tell me how."

I blinked once in confusion and then looked down at the passing sidewalk. "What's his name?"

"It's Fr-"

Cutting him off, a large black truck screeched to a halt in front of us. It looked somewhat new but it had obviously been cleaned before hand. Probably to make a good impression.

"Mike! You said you were calling in a favor." The driver snickered, rolling down the tinted window.

I gasped at the person in front of me.

"FRITZ SMITH?!"

"Ellie! Hey, it's been awhile hasn't it babe? What did you do to get fucked up like that?" He smirked, opening the door to let us in. The truck was large enough to have three seats in the front so it wasn't uncomfortable.

"It's a long story you don't wanna hear." Mike smirked, closing the door behind us with a heavy THUD. It felt like I was trapped in a prison cell. Fritz and I had a past that I didn't want to bring up. Knowing him, he'd bring it up first chance he got.

"That's cool and all," Fritz yawned, pulling out of the parking lot. "But how come you didn't tell me that you were down with Eleanor?"

"I did," Mike answered, giving him a sidelong glance. "You probably weren't listening, dude."

"I was but you obviously don't know her like I do."

"What're you talking about?" Mike asked, looking at me for guidance. I felt my cheeks burn up with shame and I let my gaze burn a hole in the upholstery between my clenched fingers.

"She didn't tell you?"

No, please don't say it.

"Tell me what?"

Mike, I'm sorry.

"She's my ex-girlfriend."

A/N:

Sorry for the cliffhanger. *Whispers* Not really.

-Gberryb