Scars (Evan Peters x reader)

Chapter Two | Words |

    "Now if anything goes wrong, just press the red button that's next to his bed," informed the guard. He opened the door and I stepped through to see that they bound Evan's hands to the bed. He whipped his head quickly to look at the door. His angry facial expression promptly turned into a soft one once he saw it was me.
    "Hey Evan, it's been a while since I last saw you," I said, walking closer to him. His blonde hair was still curly and messy but he definitely looked way more tired than usual. He tried to reach out his hands toward me but the straps prevented him from doing so. He scowled at the restraints and tried pulling harder to break free but that didn't do anything. I reached out my hand towards his hand and he gently held it in his hand. I walked closer to him to get a better look at his state.
There were stitch scars on his collarbones from when the accident happened and his hands and arms had many cut scars. Suddenly he started to mutter out something and pointed at the hand he was holding. He kept stuttering over a word over and over again. It seems like he was trying to ask me what happened but he didn't know how to say it.
"I cut myself," I said. His face was written with a worried expression. He shook his head rapidly and pointed at my hand.
    "It's okay, I won't do it as long as you're here," I said, reassuring him. I looked into his soft brown eyes with dark eyebags underneath them. I put my hand on his face and gently rubbed his cheek.
    "Considering you've been sleeping for two years, you look awfully tired," I joked a bit. He leaned into my touch and closed his eyes.
    "I thought you went to sleep earlier last night," I said, peering up from my manga.
    "I did, I promise you, I did. I went to sleep at eleven last night," Evan protested. I closed my manga and shoved it into my bag. I took out two bento boxes that I made for both Evan and me.
    "What'd you make today?" he asked.
    "Open it and you'll find out," I said, getting out the utensils. He carefully opened the box to see that I made onigiri and in the second box were wagashi and mochi.
    "Neat, you're a great cook. Maybe you should become a chef," he suggested.
    "If I did become one then my parents would be disappointed," I replied, handing him a pair of chopsticks. His eyebags were worse today even though he said he went to sleep earlier. I put my hand on his cheek and gently rubbed against his eyebags.
    "You liar, you definitely slept late."
    I bet that memory was long gone from Evan's head though. But who knows if he still remembers? Suddenly the phone started ringing. I went over to pick up the phone to hear Estelle's voice on the other line.
    "Hello, Y/n! I will be serving you and Evan lunch shortly so I'll be in the room in a bit. I will also be bringing the medication so just make sure that Evan won't freak out or anything. Also, be sure to take your medicine and give him his medication as well," informed Estelle.
    "Alright, that sounds good. Could you also bring some learning flashcards?" I asked.
    "Yes, I will make sure to bring that. Is there anything else you need, love?"
    "No, I think that'll be all," I said, hanging up the phone. I turned back to see that Evan was pulling on the restraints again.
    "You don't like those restraints do you?" I said, grabbing his attention. He nodded his head rapidly and started to pull harder.
    "Don't pull on it, you're only gonna get yourself hurt," I told him while grabbing a nearby notebook and pen. I sat on the bed next to him and pulled up a moveable table. I wrote his full name on the notebook and showed it to him.
    "This your name, Evan Peters," I said, pointing at it.
    "E-Evan," he stuttered out.
    "Good job, Evan!" I complimented him. He smiled in response to my compliment.
    "Hello! I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I'll just place your lunches on the table," said Estelle, placing the lunches on the table next to us. She also placed the flashcards next to the food. Once she was out of the room I opened the tray cover to see onigiri as the main meal and wagashi and mochi as dessert. I put the tray of food in front of Evan to see what he would do. He stared at it and then looked back at me with a confused look on his face.
    "It's food. You eat it," I explained. He took the onigiri in his hand and took a bite out of it. His eyes lit up and looked more carefully at what was inside the onigiri. There was teriyaki salmon inside the onigiri.
    "It's good isn't it?" I asked him. He nodded his head and began taking more bites. I looked at the flashcards and took the cards out of the cover. I took out the cards that weren't necessary. I called out his name to get his attention. He stared at me while finishing his third onigiri. I took out the "food" flashcard and showed it to him.
"Now, Evan, I need to teach you the basic words so you know how to communicate with your caretaker. When you're hungry, ask for food," I said, pointing at the words on the flashcard.
"F-food?" he says after a couple of tries.
"Yes! That's good, Evan. Now if you need to go take a shower or need to use the toilet, ask to go to the bathroom," I said, showing the bathroom card. For the next hour, I spent teaching Evan basic words. It was the afternoon but I had a different type of therapy session and one of my brothers was coming to visit. I was a little hesitant to leave Evan since right now he was a little too attached to me.
"Y/n? It's time for your daily walk with Professor Lee," said a guard. I got up from the chair, adjacent to the bed, and walked up to the guard. I looked back to see Evan's eyebrows furrowed. Since I was taking a little longer, the guard pushed me through the door which upset Evan.
"No!" he shouted pulling very hard on his restraints. The guard quickly closed the door and I could hear muffled yelling and screaming from inside the room. I was escorted to the courtyard where Professor Lee was waiting with an umbrella since it was lightly raining. I joined her underneath the umbrella and we started walking down the garden.
"So, I've heard you had quite an eventful day," she said, stopping by a rose bush to cut a few.
"Yeah, I guess I got a blast from the past," I said.
"You're old friend was admitted today. I heard he just woke up from the coma a month ago and he hasn't been doing well since," she elaborates. That explains why he looks so tired.
"Now, I've tried to assign him a caretaker but every single one of them can't get close to him without getting hit. You, however, can get close to him without getting injured," she said.
    "What are you getting at?" I asked.
    "We want you to be Evan's caretaker, for now. He's scheduled to get surgery for his brain in two weeks so you won't be taking care of him for long," she explained.
"Why is he getting surgery for his brain?" I asked.
"The doctors said that they could fix the damage and hopefully his brain will start working normally." That means I'd be staying in his room and monitoring him at all times. Doesn't sound too bad since I'm supposed to either be getting my first job or getting a scholarship by now.
"So, how does it sound? Do you want to be his caretaker?" she asked, taking me away from my thoughts.
"It sounds good, I'll be his caretaker," I answered. She smiled at me and dropped me off near an entrance.
    "Y/n? Your brother's here to visit," said one of the guards.
    "So, I heard that you cut yourself again," said OB/N.
    "Yeah," I responded, trailing off.
    "You can't keep doing that, Y/n. It's not good for your physical health and for your mental health. At least the new school year is starting soon so you'll be busy with that," he lectured.
    "Uh-huh, art and graphic design is definitely something mom and dad would be proud of," I sarcastically said.
    "Whatever you choose to do what you want. Don't do whatever mom and dad want, they can't control you. Plus, once you're better, you can live wherever you want without hearing from mom and dad," he said.
    "Yeah, living away from this place sounds weird. I've been living here for a while now and I feel like it's my home at this point, but eventually, I'll have to move out. Living by myself, without mom and dad, sounds great though," I said.
    "Anyways, enough about trying to get you out of here. How was your day? Did anything weird happen?" he asks.
    "Well, remember Evan?"
    "Evan Peters? Our old neighbor and that kid that you kept hanging out with a lot?"
    "Yeah, he's here right now. He just woke up from his coma a month ago but he has memory loss so he doesn't remember his parents or how to communicate," I said.
    "Wow, that's a lot to take in. Weren't you best friends with him? Like you haven't seen him since he was in that accident," he said.
"I know, I was a little shocked to see him there. I never thought I would see him again. But anyways, other than seeing him again, the only person he remembers was me."
"That's weird. If he doesn't remember his parents then he wouldn't remember you, right?" he said.
    "I would think so, but I guess it works differently or something," I replied.
    "Oh, that reminds me, EB/N's engaged now."
    "What!? The last time he visited me, he was single! What happened?" I asked, mind blown.
    "Mom and dad set up an arranged marriage between him and a woman who is the CEO of another big company," OB/N explains. I sat back in my chair and pondered what he said. There's no way! EB/N doesn't seem like the kind of person who would let mom and dad control his life.
    "How did EB/N react?" I asked.
    "Oh, he's mad. Very mad. Apparently, he's in love with another girl but he wasn't able to ask her out yet. But this happened yesterday so I think EB/N will do something about this today," shared OB/N.
    "Okay, now that seems like something that EB/N would do. I was a little confused why he would let mom and dad just control his life all of a sudden," I said.
    "The girl he's in love with apparently owns a library fused with a cafe. That actually doesn't sound like a bad thing," OB/N said.
    "Oh, so he likes the girls who are into books and coffee. Honestly, I never pegged him as a person who would be into girls who are like that," I said.
    "Yeah, I thought he would be the type to be into blonde cheerleaders or something like that," joked OB/N.
    "Alright, times up," said the guard, ruining the fun we were having.
    "Okay, I'll see you next week, Y/n. Don't cut yourself again and focus on getting better and leaving this place, okay?" said OB/N, voicing his concern.
    "Alright, I'll make sure to not cut myself and I'll focus on getting better," I promised him. The guard escorted OB/N out of the facility and I was left at the common room table. I sighed and got up from the table to head toward my room. I was pretty exhausted from everything that happened today so I think I'll take a nap. I opened the door of my room to see Evan sleeping on my bed and Estelle standing nervously beside him. I made an inquisitive look on my face and Estelle signaled that we should talk outside.