Sarah Paulson Mental Health One-Shots

Grieving -Cordelia Goode

TW: mention of drugs/ OD, loss of a family member, homophobia, mention of abuse, depression, weed, religious trauma

prompt: Cordelia helps reader through the five stages of grief after the death of her brother.

a/n: this might be booty i'm sorry.

request by chipxchipx

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You lay peacefully asleep with Cordelia in her bed. Her arm draped around the small of your waist as she spooned you. It took you a while to fall asleep tonight, seeing that you were having a lot of anxiety lately. Cordelia was so relieved she finally got you to get some rest so she started to close her eyes as well.

A few minutes later, Cordelia heard buzzing coming from your bedside table. Not wanting to wake you, she reaches over and sees that it's an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hello is this y/n y/l/n?"

"No uhh this is her girlfriend. Who is this?"

"This is the Baton Rouge Garden District police department. It's her brother."

"C-can I take a message?" she said, her heart pounding from her chest as she keeps her hand on your head, gently stroking your hair.

"y/n's brother was found in their house a few hours ago today. He overdosed and is in critical condition in the hospital in Baton Rouge"

Cordelia's hand went over her mouth and tears started spilling from her eyes.

"I'll tell her. Thank you officer."

"From what we know, y/n hasn't reached out to her parents in about a year. Now may be a good time," he sighs.

"O-okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight miss."

As Cordelia hung up the phone, she felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist and small kisses peppering the back of her neck. Cordelia stares forward with terror.

"Who was that?" you whispered sleepily. Cordelia then turned her head to look at you, exposing her tear stained cheeks and quivering lip as she shook her head. "What? Delia what's wrong? Who was that?"

"y/n..." she says, taking your hand in hers. "It- it's your brother. He's in the hospital. y/n, he overdosed.

"Oh my god. OH MY GOD!"

"Shhh baby it's okay," she whispered, taking you in her arms and stroking your head.

"No. NO NO NO NO!" you screamed, pulling your knees to your chest, letting tears fall down your face. Cordelia holds you in her arms once again as tears start spilling down her own red cheeks. You let out the loudest sobs she had ever heard, accompanied by screams, making her eyes sink into a sympathetic expression.

"I know. It's okay. It's going to be okay. I'm so sorry."

"No. No Delia we need to go right now. I have to see him. PLEASE!" you screamed, shooting up from the bed and rushing to grab your purse from the small chair that resided in the corner of the room.

"Okay okay," she whispered, grabbing her duffel bag from the closet, stuffing it with clothes, a blanket and other things as you frantically got dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater. Cordelia was still putting things in the bag like chargers and your medication, in complete mom mode until you ran out the bedroom door.

"I'LL BE IN THE CAR HURRY CORDELIA PLEASE!"

Cordelia just heavily sighed with urgency, worry, and fear, quickly chasing you through the door and to Zoe and Queenie's room.