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SEBASTIAN MILKOVICH DOESN'T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED. all he knew was that he was laying in a hospital bed, with an iv drip leading into his forearm. his eyes blinked repeatedly, gazing around the curtained area. ian gallagher was sitting in the chair next to his bed, sleeping with his head propped up on his hand.
what the hell happened?
sebastian was beyond confused. he didn't remember anything that happened before this. the last thing he remembers was swimming in the pool with his friends. sebastian looked around, incredibly confused about the situation. he had no idea how he got here, what day it was, or where everyone was.
sebastian slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position — wobbling slightly — and looked over at ian. "hey, ian." he called out, trying not to be too loud but loud enough to try and wake up the red head. he leaned over towards ian, pushing his leg with his hand. "hey." sebastian tried again. he watched as ian's eyes slowly opened, stirring from the sound of someone talking to him and pushing his leg.
"holy fuck, sebastian." ian's eyes widened when he realized the noirette was awake. he reached forward, pulling the noirette into a hug. sebastian just groaned at the sudden movement, but weakly hugged the red head back.
"hold on, what happened?" sebastian asked against ian's shoulder.
"oh. right." ian said, pulling back from the hug.
"you uh, you overdosed, seb." ian revealed, making sebastian furrow his brows in confusion. "my 50 days aren't up until, like, next week." sebastian told him.
"your 50 days ended a month ago, you went on a bender." ian told him, a nervous expression on the red head's face.
"no one could contact you for two weeks before we found you in manhattan." ian continued, a small frown on his face.
"well, at least that's not too far." sebastian shrugged, a small chuckle leaving his mouth.
"seb... i mean new york, manhattan." ian rephrased, watching the look on sebastian's face change.
"oh shit." seb mumbled, staring down at his hands.
"we did manage to get you to come back, but then you overdosed the day after." ian frowned, letting his hand graze over sebastian's.
"how is everyone?" the noirette wondered.
"worried. about you. especially when you went missing, we searched for you like crazy." ian chuckled dryly, shaking his head slightly.
