Scars (Evan Peters x reader)

Chapter Three | Earphones |

"So, are you gonna tell me why Evan's sleeping on my bed?" I asked while Estelle quietly shut the door behind her.
    "He wouldn't stop yelling and fighting everyone who got close to him, so Dr. Williams thought it was a better idea to have him in a room that you would most likely return to," explained Estelle.
    "Okay and now he's just gonna stay here with me?" I asked. Estelle nodded and opened the door slightly.
    "You best get back in there and get some rest. I'll leave you two alone since he doesn't like anyone else in the room," said Estelle. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I watched Evan, who was sleeping peacefully on my bed. I guess he was finally getting the sleep that he needed. I sat on the empty spot that Evan left for me. I took off my jacket and threw it on the sofa. I proceeded to take off my converse to place it neatly against the table next to my bed. I silently lay next to Evan, which happened to wake him up.
    "I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" I quietly asked. I turned over to face him to see his face up close.
    "I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" I fluttered my eyes open to see Evan coming through my window.
    "Well, duh, you're breaking into my room. Am I supposed to sleep through that?" I sarcastically said. He chuckled and locked my window and door.
    "Why'd you lock the door?" I sleepily asked, raising myself on my elbows.
    "I don't think your parents would like to see a boy in your bed," he said, hopping in bed next to me. He whipped up his phone and earphones and gave one side of the bud to me.
    "If you wanted to show me something, why didn't you just send it to me?" I asked, chuckling a bit while putting the bud into my ear.
    "I like showing stuff in person, plus, I like sleeping next to you," he replied pulling up an Arctic Monkey's song. He played the song and put his phone between us.
    "Oh yeah, this song's really good. What is it called?" I asked, turning to face Evan. He turned towards me as well and placed his hand on my cheek.
    "I wanna be yours."
    He vigorously shook his head no and opened his arms to hug me.
    "Wait, I wanna show you something first," I said, turning over to get my phone out of my bag. I got a pair of earphones and put one bud in his ear. I went to my playlist that I made together with him and pressed shuffle. The first song that came up was Come As You Are. His eyes lit up with recognition.
    "It's Nirvana, one of your favorite bands," I said. He smiled a bit and opened up his arms again. I scooted in and he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tightly and hummed the tune to the song. He rested his head on top of my head and started to drift off into sleep.
    "Y/n?" I opened my eyes to see Estelle poking me in the cheek.
"Yeah?" I whispered back.
"I've brought you dinner," she says, stepping back to reveal food that was neatly placed on the table. She quickly exits the room just to return with drinks and medication. She placed it on the table and then left us alone again. I gently shook Evan to wake him up.
"It's time to eat, Evan," I said. He got up slowly and rubbed his eyes. I stood up to sit on the chair adjacent to the table. Evan walked to the other side of the table to sit on the chair across from me. We started eating dinner in silence but I would catch him occasionally looking at me.
"F-food...good?" he stammered out, pointing at my plate. I smiled and held the fork in my hand.
"Yeah, the food is good," I replied to his question. He acted proud after I responded to his question. I rolled my eyes at his goofiness and continued eating. After we finished eating, I put our plates on the cleaning cart and we took our medication. Once we finished that, Evan went straight back to bed and I was still a little awake so I took out my art sketchbook.
    I looked through my sketchbook to see all my past sketches before I was admitted to the mental hospital. I stopped at one specific illustration that caught my eye. It was a sketch of Evan when he was sleeping in my room. I did this on one of the many times he decided to break into my room. I should probably bring that sketch up to date. I took out my pencil which had my graphite pencils, pens, charcoal pencils, and tortillons. I opened the sketchbook to a new and fresh page and took out a 4B pencil to sketch him out.
    "How long have you been sketching?" Evan asked. I looked up from my sketchbook to see him propped on his elbows.
    "Long enough," I replied.
    "Alright, let me see that masterpiece," he said, coming over to take a look at the drawing. I turned it over to show him and he grabbed it to look at it closer.
    "Oh wow, you could be an artist," he said, handing back the sketchbook.
    "Everyone's an artist, it's just a matter of being good at it or not," I responded wittily.
    "Okay, being philosophical and shit. I didn't know you were that kind of person, Y/n," responded Evan.
    "I can be that way sometimes," I said, trying to get my sketchbook back.
    "Wait! Let me see what else you got in here," he said, looking through my sketchbook.
    "Hey, you got more sketches of me, you stalker," he said.
    "Okay, give it back."
    I finished the sketch and looked at the time to see it was already 11 PM. I should probably start heading to bed. I put the sketchbook away into my bag and the pencils into the pencil case.
    "Y/n?" I turned to see Evan looking up at me from the bed.
    "Yeah?" I answered.
    "M-music," he said while doing the motion of putting earphones in. I took out my earbuds and phone and played a playlist. I put one side of the earbuds into his ear and the other one in my ear. I lay in bed next to him and he started playing with my hair. Slowly throughout the night, we started drifting off to sleep.
    I woke up feeling something wet on my shirt. I looked down to see that it was wet with blood from my bandages. I looked over to see that Evan was still sleeping peacefully so I quietly got out of bed. I changed my clothes and decided to go back to the infirmary since my cuts wouldn't stop bleeding. It was still really early in the morning so it was still dark outside.
    "What are you doing awake so early?" I looked to my left to see a man in a strait jacket.
    "I have to go to the infirmary," I explained.
"Why do that when you can have some fun with me?" he asked but in a very different tone.
"I think I have to go," I said, getting away from him as fast as I can.
"Well, your lost," he says while walking in the other direction. I opened the door to the infirmary to see the male nurse writing something down. He looked up and saw that I was awkwardly standing there.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" he asked while putting away his pen and notebook.
"Blood keeps leaking out of the bandages which is a little weird because it usually stops bleeding," I said, showing him the wet and heavy bandages.
"We might need to stitch up a cut that's too deep. We need to clean your wounds first though," he said going to get the cleaning supplies. I sat in the seat that was available and waited for him to get back.
"Alright, now open your hands so I can take off your bandages," he said. I opened up my hands and he carefully removed the bandages while wearing gloves. After that, he took some water and poured it down to wash out the new and old blood. He took out some alcohol and put some on cotton to clean out the wounds. He turned my hands over to see there was a huge and deep cut on my underarm.
"Bingo. That's what's probably been bleeding out. We have to stitch that up so I'll go get the needle and you just stay here," he said, getting up again to get the stuff. Suddenly, my vision started to get blurry and I felt very dizzy. The next thing I know, I blacked out.
    I slowly woke up to a hospital bed and an IV drip attached to me. I looked over to the side to see a worried Evan.
    "Oh good, you're awake." I looked to the side to see the nurse adjusting my IV drip.
    "What happened?" I asked.
    "You passed out because you lost so much blood, but you're fine now," explained the nurse. Evan immediately came over to me and hugged my head closely.
    "Your friend was very worried about you. He wouldn't let anyone touch you until one of us told him that we'd try and make you feel better," said the nurse. "I'll leave you two alone now." The nurse left the room and left us together again.
    "What happen?" asked Evan, lifting his head up to look at me. I showed him the new stitch on my arm.
    "You promise, no cutting," he said, disappointed.
    "This one is old. I made this before you came," I explained myself.
    "No more cutting. Cutting is bad," he insisted, pointing at the cut.
    "Okay, I understand, Evan," I said holding his hand. I looked at his face and his eyebags were lighter. His eyebrows were scrunched, looking at the cut that I had on my arm.
    "Y/n! It's time to eat lunch!" said Estelle bursting in with two trays of food. She placed the trays on the table and left to get drinks. Evan carefully placed the tray of food on the table that was attached to the bed. Evan put the tray nearby to me and started eating. I opened the tray to see rice and some Korean soup. I started digging in. Estelle returned with boba tea and gave one to Evan before she gave it to me.
    "Aw, love, you need to be more careful. But the good news is that you'll be able to recover quickly. The bad news is that you have to be careful when you handle stuff because it might rip open your stitch," informed Estelle. I looked back at my stitch and slowly traced my hand over the stitch. But suddenly Evan's hand gripped my hand to stop me from touching the stitch.
    "No," he firmly said with a stern face.
    "No."
    "But you never tried it though," I said. He lowered his phone and looked up at me.
    "Trust me, I got a feeling I won't be good at cooking. Just a thought though," he said.
    "Well, I'm here. I can help you get better at cooking," I said.
    "What if I don't want to?" he taunts.
    "Then, I'll do whatever you want," I said. He stopped scrolling through his phone and actually started to pay attention.
    "Wait, actually?"
    "Yeah, but only something that's reasonable though," I said, thinking that he might be thinking of something stupid.
    "Oh, don't worry, it's something I've been thinking about doing for a while," he responds.
    'That can still be something stupid," I said.
    "It's not something stupid! It's gonna be great," he insists.
    "Okay, then you have to promise to actually cook with me then," I said.
    "I promise."
    I looked up to see Estelle clutching onto her handkerchief.
"It's okay, I won't be too rough," I said. He loosened his grip a bit and soften his expression. I finished up my food and Evan grabbed my tray to put it on the cleaning cart.
    "Wow, you're so diligent today," I said. He smiled proudly at himself and sat closely next to me. I got up from my bed to try and get my sketchbook but Evan stopped me before I could.
    "What you want?" he asked.
    "I want the sketchbook in my bag," I responded. He walked over to my bag and took out my sketchbook. He opened it up and looked inside it while walking back to me.
    "Drawing good," he states handing the sketchbook to me.
    "Thank you," I said, looking through the sketchbook. I stopped at the pages that had sketches of me. Evan must've taken my sketchbook and sketched me in it. I smiled at the thought of him sketching me.
    "I drew that," said Evan, staring at the sketchbook.
    "Yeah, you did. I'm surprised you remembered," I said.
    "How could I forget? It's you," he said reverting his focus to look at me. I blushed and looked down. Suddenly, Estelle burst into the room.
    "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I interrupting something?" said Estelle.
    "No, it's alright," I said.
    "Anyways, I've got good news for Evan. He's got his surgery rescheduled for tomorrow," said Estelle, excitedly.
    "Oh wow, that's great!" I beamed.
    "That also means that we're gonna have to prep Evan for the surgery. We're gonna have to take him away." Evan immediately looked very upset after Estelle said that. The guards started coming in and Evan started to panic.
"No!" he shouted, clutching onto the side of the hospital bed. The guards came forcefully to take him.
"It's going to be okay, Evan. They're not going to hurt you," I insisted. But I was wrong and the guards were very rough with him.
He screamed and cried out for me but I just sat there because I couldn't do anything. They finally left the room and left me alone there. I took a shaky breath out. My eyes started blurring with tears and swallowed back the lump in my throat. Was that how he sounded before he was in the accident? No not accident, that was not an accident. Why did everyone call it an accident? They ASSAULTED him! They should've been pressed with charges but the school just brushed it off because they were popular and the faces of the school. Again, I wasn't able to help him but this time I was there and I still couldn't do anything. I silently cried into my hands and wiped away my tears.
    I kept saying that at least this time, Evan isn't going to get hurt but I honestly don't know if that was going to be true. I just hope the next time I see him, he'll be happy and healthy.