Codependent (Eric coulter x gender neutral reader)

The Agony

You were being dragged along roughly, the only thing you could do was groan and listen to them as they muttered to one another about "If this was allowed". You guessed they meant if taking you instead of Eric would be alright. They seemed to be coming to the conclusion that taking you was better then if Eric died on them. Sounded like they would be in for a world of hurt if that happened.

The walk to Eric's room of horrors was shorter then yours, which meant even less time to mentally prepare.
The door looked exactly the same as yours though, and like your door you watched as the guards took their little cards out and slid them through a scanner. 'Here we go' you said mentally to yourself.

The room itself was different, I mean don't get me wrong, it was still the same medical torture chamber, but at least half of the equipment in it was different. You couldn't recognize alot of it, which is bad. Very bad.

In the center of the room there stood a man with his back to you, he was a good amount shorter then your 'doctor' but he dressed the same. Honestly he was only a inch or two bigger then you. It was almost funny thinking about Eric standing next to him, Eric still being a mountain of a man, you honestly didn't know what stopped him from beating this guy to a pulp.

The man turned around, but once he actually got around you could feel the confusing coming off him. "What is this?!" He asked with a sneer. The two guys behind you straightened up "Your patient was too sick sir, he would of died. So we brought you this little worm instead" they kept their grasp on you as they shoved you forward.

The man walked forward, looking you over through a mask. He was obviously displeased with having 'patients' switched on him, but after a moment he stood back and gestured to the medical bed. To which you were drug over and restrained.

You understood now why Eric didn't turn this guy into dust. The two guards didn't leave after you were restrained like with your doctor. They stayed, if you had to guess, he wasn't a fighter so their they stood.

This was interesting.

It had been hours and you had already thrown up twice. The tests of this doctor was significantly different to what you were used to, and you were beginning to understand just what left Eric in the state he was.

But through the pain, sickness and everything else, you're mind was spinning. You used every bit of cohesive thinking you had to ponder this new idea you had. If you were lucky, you could have it figured out by the time you got dragged back to your cell.

As luck would have it, you did. Not that it made anything feel better, no it definitely didn't. You're insides felt like they were trying to become your outsides, breathing hurt and so did your eyes. They felt like someone has diluted acid and dropped some into each eye. Tears were practically nonstop, this is probably why Eric's eyes looked like they did.

Eric, hopefully he was getting better back at the cell, resting and healing. You prayed that when you went back he wouldn't be in worse shape then you left him.

Never underestimate the power of thought, maybe that's a silly sentence but let me explain. Between your new idea, and Eric. You had kept your mind occupied that by the time the day was finished, you were almost shocked. Sure you knew some hours had went by but that many hours? Damn.

For a moment you wondered if it was a joke, that is, until the guards came up ot unstrap you and carry you back to the cell. The walk was fast, but didn't feel fast enough, ironic considering this morning it didn't feel long enough.

The creaky door opened as they slung you into the room. The cold floor almost being comforting at this point. Once they walked away Eric crawled towards you "Y/n?" His voice sounded better. You struggled as you tried to lift yourself up, you weren't sure you could until you felt strong hands on your arms, helping you. "What happened in there?" He asked, expecting to see you half alive.

What he saw instead was you, staring up at him with wild eyes and a tired but genuine (slightly crazed) smile.

"I did it. I know how to get out of here."