solace [masky / hoodie x reader]

iii

It took a while, but you eventually convinced your parents that you were okay. They originally wanted you to return home and stay there for a bit to ensure everything was fine, but since school was starting soon, they agreed to let you stay. You weren't too sure of what happened and why, but more likely than not, it was just a one-time thing. It wasn't like you had a history of fainting; you must've just had a bad day. Everything would be fine, or at least you hoped so. Perhaps that sounded irresponsible, but what's life without a bit of risk?

Alright, that sounded stupid.

When you had eventually come to, it was in a hospital. Your parents, being the concerned parents that they are, had picked you up and drove you to a nearby hospital. The staff there had looked at you, ran a few tests, and concluded that everything was fine; you must have overexerted yourself somehow. In any case, if things got worse, you were to return and get a more thorough check, but for now, you were allowed to leave. And since the doctors had cleared you and deemed you fit to go, you were able to convince your parents to let you stay and continue moving in.

Since your online IKEA shopping endeavours were fruitless, your parents drove you to a nearby, in-person IKEA after an hour-long conversation discussing whether you were okay. You had spent the rest of the evening rolling around on their beds, checking out new bed frames until you were eventually half-satisfied, which was better than your previous not satisfied at all.

Your parents had set up the new bed for you, despite your insistence to help. You were forbidden from doing too much work since you were 'freshly recovered.' Instead, you spent your time setting up your PC on the new desk you had purchased. You would need a better chair; you hadn't decided on one when you went to the store today. Until then, your current setup will have to do. Your parents were still working on the bed, so you unpacked the boxes, equipping your new washroom with all your toiletries. You hadn't filled the closet up yet; you got bored halfway through hanging up your clothes and instead settled for just moving your box of memorabilia into the closet, deciding you had done enough work for today. Maybe it was good that you didn't also work on the bed. Building IKEA furniture wasn't really your favourite activity, anyway.

When everyone was done, your new apartment was furnished, although not completely. You had one of the dining chairs at your PC instead of a proper gaming chair, and the apartment was missing pleasing decorations, but it was good enough for you to sleep and live here.

"Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself?" your mom asked, pulling you into a hug.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll text if I need anything. Pinky promise." you reassured her.

"Alright then. Take care of yourself, and make sure to call us." your dad said, giving you a pat on the back.

You sent them off and returned to your room, instantly throwing yourself down on the new mattress you bought. You were exhausted. Hitting your head turned out to be a surprisingly tiring, and everything that followed suit didn't help either. You touched your hand to your head, feeling a sore bump in the area where it had collided with the stairs. Wincing, you took your hand away.

How did that happen? What was that static? You really had never experienced anything like it before. It was entirely out of nowhere, completely unexpected. Now that you were thinking about it, you hoped it wasn't a sign or symptom of an underlying issue. Reaching for your phone, you decided to text your friends about these bizarre events. Likely, they wouldn't know any more about it than you did, but it'd be nice to talk to them about it regardless.

It wasn't long until you went to sleep that day. When you joined the call, your friends were playing video games, but you decided to sit this one out. They understood; you were talking to them about the situation while they played, and they, too, fussed over your injury, worrying about you. You didn't want them to worry, but it did feel good knowing that they cared.