This roleplay gave me total trauma

The hospital

Chris slowly opened his eyes, attempting to block the bright light. He groaned and took a minute to regain his full consciousness. Then he sat up and blinked. The room was filled with a minty aroma and a cold breeze flew in from the window. He looked around at the walls before making a conclusion
Great, I'm in a hospital.
He sat for at least five minutes before a nurse walked into the room.
"Ah, your awake. That's good. How are you feeling?"
"I'm- fine."
The faint noise of tapping could be heard outside.
The nurse began to explain what had happened. When she was finished Chris let out the longest sigh.
"I remember now." His voice trembled, as if he were about to burst into tears.
She continued to explain about how Beth had used his phone, making him curse under his breath.
"You have a visitor or two outside- want them to come in?"
Chris nodded, and his face lit up slightly as Chef entered the room.
"Hello"
"Err-hey!"
"Are you ok? Don told me what happened"
Am I really ok?
"My whole life has possibly been ruined, because the girls made a dumb presentation about..." he gulped "about us."
"WHAT-"
"And they err..acted out our...wedding."
"What the-"
They both stopped talking.
"I'm sorry man"
Chef didn't know what to say.
"Whatever, I can always change my name, shave my hair and go live in the jungle."
He smiled slightly
"I'd join you dude"
At that moment Don walked in.
"Hi Chris"
"Don! I'm glad to see you."
"I'm glad to see you too, are you hurt or anything?"
"Mentally? Yes. Physically? No"
"Makes sense. I have your meds in case your arm starts hurting by the way"
"Thank you. The doctor gave me some weird iron tablet thing earlier and paracetamol."
"That's good"
Chef nodded his agreement, though he remained silent.
"Oh god, my reputations ruined" a single tear rolled down Chris' cheek.
"Not everyone, don't worry. If anyone says anything about you then they are crazy"
"That's facts man"
Chris smiled, he enjoyed the comfort of the both of them.
"At least you aren't hurt or anything- and you didn't hurt your arm!"
"Wait..remind me again" Chef butted in "who's older"
"Errr...Chris..whyy?"
"How come Don's acting like Chris' mother"
Don and Chris looked at each other and laughed.
"Dude, You're older than me!! Yet, you'd rather die than act like Don. This bedpost has more emotion than you"
"And your cast" Don snickered
"Exactly"
"Chris, you've known me since childhood. You know I do not like showing emotion!"
"Yeah yeah true. Remember the time in cooking class when I set my pasta on fire?"
"Oh my god yes, we both got detention."
"Then in detention you broke the chair"
"And therefore the detention was extended" Chef rolled his eyes
"Then you punched that kid who called me gay"
"Turns out he was right"
"Whatever"
Chris sank into his pillow and closed his eyes. Chef said goodnight to him but he instantly sat up.
"I'm not going to sleep."
"Don't do that then, what if you die?"
"He won't find his dream husband" Chef said teasingly.
He ignored Chef's remark, and instead turned to Don, who was now complaining about being hungry.
"You can go get food, I'm tired anyway."

When Chef and Don left Chris quickly fell asleep.

9pm
Cody Anderson —> Chris Mclean
CHRIS, CHRIS, HELP.
HEATHER JUST SENT ME A MESSAGE SAYING GOODBYE SHES SORRY AND ITS NOT MY FAULT SHES DEAD I THINK SHE KILLED HERSELF WHAT DO I DO