Please don't leave again - sbi adoption au

Please don't hurt me - 6

Trigger warnings - injuries, blood, crying, traumatic flashback

Third person POV

The limp, almost lifeless body that slouched off the police officers shoulders , stay breathing.

Their small tiny breaths indicating life in the body that would've said something otherwise the crying boys.

A paramedic team rushed in to take care of the child which was now on the floor rushing out with multiple technical equipment and a stretcher to lift y/n's body onto. The boys rushed over to the front entry and attempted to get near but were prevented by the team causing more and more tears to fall from both of the boys. The distress in the room reaching a high and the room so quiet and loud at the same time.

Y/n POV

The world feels light.

I can't hear.

I can't feel.

Am I dead?

Voices spread around myself twisting and turning into nothingness. Then I heard the beeping. Like the one I heard when I was with mum in the hospital.

Am I in the hospital. Like after the police for us away from Max and Abby?

Are they here?

Where are Tommy and Tubbo?

I tried to move but failed miserably. Again I tried and failed but I could see the room I was in.

It was grey and empty with a couple empty seats and the big hospital bed  I lied in. My leg was wrapped up along with my hands and knees and there was something in my arm disappointing a bag.

Not the needles. Please don't do this. I'm your child dad.

Your no child of mine. How about you SHUT up for once. Close that stupid little mouth of yours and listen for once or you will end up dead.

That was the day I stopped talking. I was only 6. But he got much much worse.

Getting  stabbed by a needle wasn't pleasant especially when it was full of drugs that could kill you. I wanted that needle out of my arm. Were they trying to kill me.

I went to go pull the needle out knowing it would hurt bracing myself.

Before I could do anything a hand grabbed my wrist. It held with a tight grasp and I couldn't  get out of its grasp.

It was a man with dusty pink coloured hair. It was so long  . It went soon the way down to the bottom of his back and had a slight wave to it. He then spoke in a monotonous and almost bored voice saying , " It's better that you don't do that. "His grasp still right and not letting go. I winced and tried again to free myself but to that he kept the grip tight. 

I was stressing myself out so much I decided to do the most logical thing.

yeah. I bit him.

Really hard in the wrist.

The pinkette sighed and removed his wrist with now bite marks in and told me "It's keeping you alive."

 I looked up at him. A confused look spread across my face.

I signed looking away from the needle. And decided to see if I could talk with this person.

He looked at me and looked relieved that I didn't take it out. 

That was when I signed "name" to the much pinkette and looked back down to the sheets. To my surprise he responded.

 "I'm techno."