A Helping Hand (Micheal Afton x Reader x Ennard)

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙

Rewritten

(Y/N)'s POV

⚠️WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS UNCENSORED THEMES OF SCI3NTISTS, N33DLES, SWEARING, AND KN!VES, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.⚠️

    I sighed as I flopped onto my couch. Even though the day had barely started, it seemed like it had drawn itself out for hours. I had already cleaned my room the thousandth time that week. I was a rather busy person. Even though I was only twenty, I'd worked hard my whole life, and it'd never seemed to get any easier for me.

     Even when I was born, I was thought to be special. To be different. When I was born, I didn't end up crying like most babies usually do. The doctors tried to make me cry, to make sure I was alive, but no response. The doctors started to panic a bit. They thought I'd died in the womb, and tried to test my heartbeat.

     Before they could, though, I started giggling. Then, that soon turned into laughing. The doctors were in shock. Sure, not all babies were born crying, but laughing? That had never happened at that hospital and had never been recorded in any past records at any hospitals in the world.

     I suddenly was picked up and brought into a different, way brighter room. It looked like some kind of storage room, shelves full of needles and knives, not the kind of thing you'd find in a normal hospital. This hospital wasn't normal at all, for they didn't tell the families if they did anything bad to babies or kids.

     A few doctors grabbed needles and knives and approached me. Then, I felt a sharp pain on my stomach. Then, nothing. They injected a pain numbness shot, for they were about to test on me. Being just born, I didn't understand anything that was going on, but stayed somewhat calm and quiet.

     Many needles were injected into me, and I could hear doctors taking notes in the background. The faint hum of the light above me and the muttering of the doctors were relentless, and it didn't help with the fact I couldn't feel my body. It felt like I wasn't even a part of it at all.

     After they finished testing on me, they put many bandages on me before grabbing a white baby blanket and putting me in it. They then walked back out into the other room, where they unwrapped the blanket again and took all the bandages off carefully, as the blood had seeped into the bandages already somehow. And the whole time, I never cried once.

     They then ran a washcloth underwater in the sink on the other side of the room and dabbed my head with it a few times, cooling me off. They put the washcloth back before wrapping me back into my blanket and bringing me out to my unknowing family. They didn't tell them what they did to me. By then, the numbness had gone away.

     My dad asked what took so long, and the doctors said they were trying to make sure I was alive, and so they tried to make me cry, but instead I laughed. Which, yes was true, but the full truth was hidden from the world. My family took me home, and were overjoyed I lived, even if I laughed instead of crying.

     A few weeks later, my parents had a baby shower for me. I got plenty of things, baby blankets, stuffed animals, baby toys, just a lot of stuff. A few balloons popped here and there, but still, I never cried once. It was like I didn't have a cry. Nobody knew what was happening, not even my family.

     I had a few older siblings, and even though nobody knew what was going on, they still loved me and treated me like any other kid. They always would play with me, read to me, and help me when I needed help with doing or saying anything. Though, a few weeks after my third birthday, I could talk in full sentences properly. Nobody knew how, it's like I grew up faster than others mentally. Being three, I thought talking normally at that age was normal. It didn't worry my siblings or I.