𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗧𝘂𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲

𑁍𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼~𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀𑁍

TW~Attempted suicide by overdose, hospitals, IVs.

Y/N's POV

It had been a rough few weeks for me. My mental health had been deteriorating rapidly, and I didn't know how to cope with it anymore. Nick, my best friend, had been my rock through it all, but even he was struggling to keep me afloat.

One night, things took a turn for the worse. I was feeling especially low and decided to take a handful of pills in a desperate attempt to numb the pain. I ended up on the bathroom floor, barely responsive, with an empty pill bottle lying beside me.

That's when Nick found me. His face twisted in horror as he knelt down beside me.

"Oh my god, Y/N! Come on, wake up, please! MATT, CHRIS, HELP!" He screamed for his brothers to come help. I could hear the panic in his voice as he tried to rouse me, shaking me gently and holding my hand tightly.

"N-Nick." I managed to get out, as I found it more and more difficult to breathe. I heard rushed footsteps coming upstairs, as I felt more numb.

"Hey, stay with me Y/N, keep your eyes open for me." He said, as he held me in his lap. Matt and Chris stormed into the room, to find the scene in front of them.

"Holy shit, Y/N?" Chris asked, as I could hear the fear in his voice, they were like brothers to me, and I couldn't imagine how scared they must be.

"We have to get her to the hospital Nick, she'll die otherwise, come on, I'll drive." Matt said, as Nick stood up, with me still in his arms. We all rushed down the stairs, and quickly got into the car. Matt started driving, as Chris called the hospital to say that they needed help. Nick was sat in the back, with me still in his lap, as he stroked some strands of my hair away from my pale face.

"Hang on for us Y/N, we're nearly there, you'll be okay, I promise." Nick said, as I squeezed his hand with the remaining strength I had.

When we arrived at the hospital, I was rushed into the emergency room. Doctors and nurses swarmed around me, pumping my stomach to try and flush the drugs out of my system, whilst attaching IVs and wires into me. I could hear Nick's voice in the background, pleading with them to save me, to bring me back to him, as him and his brothers were escorted out of the room.

Then, I blacked out.

Hours passed before I finally regained consciousness. I opened my eyes to find Nick, Matt, and Chris sitting by my bedside, their faces etched with worry. Nick's eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, his hand still holding mine tightly.

"Hey, sunshine," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "You scared us half to death, you know that? You lost your pulse for 20 minutes."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at him. I could see the pain and guilt written all over his face, and it broke my heart to know that I had caused him such anguish.

"I'm so sorry, Nick," I whispered, my voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "I didn't mean to..."

He shook his head, cutting me off. "Don't you dare apologize, Y/N. This is not your fault. We're just glad you're still with us."

Matt and Chris nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with unshed tears. They came over to hug me, aswell as Nick. They had always been like brothers to me, but in that moment, their love and support meant more to me than anything in the world.

Nick squeezed my hand gently, his eyes never leaving mine. "I promise you, Y/N. We'll never let you go through this alone again. We'll always be here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together, okay?"

I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. I knew that I didn't deserve their unwavering love and support, but I was grateful for it nonetheless.

As the days passed, I slowly began to heal. The doctors monitored me closely, adjusting my medication and therapy to help me cope with my mental health issues. Nick, Matt and Chris never left my side, their presence a comforting reminder that I was not alone in this fight.

When Matt and Chris went home one night, me and Nick spent countless hours talking, sharing our fears and hopes for the future. Nick listened intently, his warm eyes filled with understanding and compassion. He never judged me or tried to rush me through my pain. Instead, he held me close and let me know that he was there for me, no matter what.

As the evening rolled around, we sat together in my hospital room, Nick took my hand in his and looked at me with a determined expression. "Y/N, I know that this journey won't be easy. But I promise you, I will be with you every step of the way. We'll fight this together, and we'll come out stronger on the other side. Matt and Chris are here for you too, just don't forget, you may have 97 problems, but you do have 3 reasons to stay."