Heartstopper Fanfic

9-1-1 PT.2

NOTES: Bipolar Nick AU, SA by lover.

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"What happened in there, Charlie?" the officer asked me as we both sat on the back of the ambulance in my driveway. It had been 10 minutes since they had shot Nick and he was on the way to the hospital to get treated, and now it was time for them to interrogate me on everything that had happened. My parents were notified and were on their way and should arrive in 20 minutes. My sister was with her boyfriend and was also on her way here. I guess she told my friends cause they're also on the way too.

I had been sobbing ever since the officer helped me up, the idea of my boyfriend trying to stab me, then getting shot not fully being comprehended in my mind. He handed me a tissue and rubbed my back. A minute or two later I was ready to talk.

"He has a Bipolar disorder," I said.

"What?" the officer asked.

"My boyfriend, Nick, has had a Bipolar disorder ever since he was 13. Tonight we were at a party and drinking and it triggered him. Bipolar episodes can be triggered by alcohol and drugs," I started to mutter.

"So he wasn't just trying to murder you? He was having an episode?" the officer asked as she started to jot notes down on her notepad.

"Yes ma'am. I was making him come to my house to go to bed since he was drunk and didn't want to, so, he had a manic episode," I explained.

"Mhm, so has this happened before?" the officer asked.

I woke up to the bed shaking, my body dripping in sweat and hard breathing in my ear. I opened my eyes to see a deranged Nick hovering over my body, his arms on either side of my body. His head was near my neck and it was as if he was smelling me.

It was a winter night and I was sleeping over at Nicks house after a party for his Mum's work promotion. I laid there and stared into Nick's eyes for a moment, his eyes full of desire and lust. He dips his head down and starts to kiss my neck. It wakes me up. It makes me realize that I don't want this at all.

"Nick, get off of me, what are you doing?" I say as I try to push him off of me. But he just grunts and pushes me down further into the bed, placing his knee between my legs to hold me down. A tear drips out my eye, the idea of my boyfriend , the one who cares and helps me cope, taking advantage of me in his own home while I'm in his bed.

"Nick, I said get off of me!" I scream as I try to push him once more. He pushes me down on the bed and moves his body up so he's basically sitting between my legs. He pulls his shirt off and he reveals a number of bruises and scars on his body, recent scars. His eyes look dreary as if he wasn't in control of his body, his eyes looking soulless and ready to cry at any moment.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and his Mum is standing in the door frame, her eyes tearing up at the sight of her son on top of his boyfriend while he's crying for help. She runs up and whips his head around and shoves a pill down his throat. He stares at his Mum and he breaks out of his episode.

"Only once, but it wasn't bad. It stopped almost instantly," I said as I looked her in the eyes. She nodded and wrote it down. Then I saw my parents, sister, and friends all running directly at me. My parents got there first and hugged me and patted my head, asking me all sorts of questions ranging from what had happened to are you okay. Another officer then flagged them over and they had to leave. Then it was just my friends and my sister. My sister automatically sat in the vacated spot from the officer and ran her hands through my hair.

"Charlie, are you okay?" Elle asked as she ran her fingers along his pajama pants. Almost everyone was in a sort of sleep wear, all more than likely waking from there sleep to run over here.

"Yeah I am, just a little shaken up," I said as I looked up at all my friends surrounding me near the ambulance.

"What happened?" Tao asked as he handed me melon bread, my favorite snack.

"Nick he, he had an episode. This one was worse," I muttered. They shook their heads and didn't ask another question about it. After more questioning, the police left us and my friends led me to the living room and laid me to bed as I didn't want to be in my bedroom. My parents went upstairs and cleaned my room and checked on us before going to bed.

My friends then created a comfortable spot on the floor of the living room and we all sat together, an assortment of snacks laid in front of us. My sister stayed by my side as we laid down and I slowly fell asleep on her shoulder.

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Sooooo sorry I made Nick the bad guy!!!!