Writing Collection

Hold On

Pairing: Darkiplier x fem!reader 

Warnings: attempted suicide, blood, cuts, hospital trip, depression Words: 1,112 A/n: Bit of a change of writing for the moment since I've been super overwhelmed and overstimulated along with fatigued and depressed cause I've been neglecting to take my meds. This is based on the song Hold On by Chord Overstreet and is a little bit of a venting write so please be cautious upon reading this.

!!VERY SERIOUS SITUATION IS BEING DESCRIBED IN THIS!! !!PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!

Dark finished cooking dinner, switching off the stove and grabbing a couple of plates, one for himself and one for his girlfriend, Y/n. She'd been going through a rough patch recently so he thought it would help to cook her favorite meal. Dark looked towards the staircase to the second floor where their shared bedroom was. He worried for her, a soft frown gracing his lips since she hadn't come down from their room all day. With a deep inhale, Dark dished dinner onto the plates and headed upstairs, stepping into their bedroom and setting the plates on his bedside table. 

The bathroom water was running so Dark figured she was probably washing up. He walked over and softly knocked. "Darling, I made dinner. It's your favorite." Dark said in a soft voice but loud enough to be heard through the door. There was no response. When he grasped the door knob to open the door and he found it locked, there was a pang of panic in his heart. "Y/n, please open the door." Dark pleaded through the door and when he received no answer, he slammed his shoulder into the door in an attempt to get it opened.

It took a couple of hard hits and Dark knew he would be sore but once the door swung open and hit the shower behind it, his eyes widened with fear when he saw Y/n lying still on the floor. "Y/n," he muttered, quickly falling to his knees and scooping her up into his arms. He fumbled with shaky hands to pull out his phone and call 9-1-1, his eyes spotting the cuts on her arms. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Dark felt the tears filling his eyes and abandoned the phone call, picking Y/n up and hurrying out to the car so he could take her to the hospital himself. He had a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel and glanced back and forth between the road, and making sure that Y/n was still breathing.

The drive felt agonizingly long and Dark worried that he wouldn't make it in time, having noticed that Y/n's breathing was starting to slow down to an alarming rate. Finally, Dark pulled into the hospital lot and scooped Y/n into his arms before hurrying into the emergency room. The lady at the desk was making things complicated and Dark was starting to get pissed, his fear and urgency making him less patient than he normally was. "Does this look like it's not an emergency?!" Dark snapped, raising one of Y/n's hands and showing the deep cuts across her wrists. The lady paled and looked at Dark again before she hurried to get a nurse.

The lady and a couple of nurses returned to the lobby and took Y/n from Dark's arms while he was instructed to stay there while they assessed and helped Y/n. Dark paced anxiously back and forth in the waiting room of the emergency room, heart pounding in his ears and hands fidgeting with the promise ring he had gifted to his beloved girlfriend. Every time a doctor or nurse walked by, Dark would stop pacing for a second to see if they were coming to inform him of anything about Y/n but each time they walked past without a word, his heart sunk further with diminishing hope.

It felt like hours had passed and Dark had sat down, bouncing his leg nervously while staring at the floor. The sterile scent of the hospital was becoming numbing and he wondered if they had forgotten that he was there. Finally, footsteps approached the impatient man and he raised his head, looking at the doctor who held a solemn look on her face. "She's stable now." The doctor said and Dark was immediately on his feet. She led him down the hallway, taking a few turns that Dark didn't bother to memorize, and opened a door to a dimly lit hospital room. Dark looked at the doctor before looking at Y/n and stepping into the room, the door closing quietly behind him.

He glanced around the room, the cool air making him shiver a little though unnecessary. On the hanger next to the bed was a bag of IV fluids and a bag of blood for transfusion. Dark swallowed the lump forming in his throat while tears blurred his vision, his feet carrying him to the other side of the bed where he sat down and gently took Y/n's hand in his own. He looked over her arm, his eyes following the wrapping pattern of the bandage and continuing up to look at the IV in her arm. Dark looked at her other arm, seeing that it was bandaged as well. His head dropped and the tears began to fall, pressing a kiss to Y/n's knuckles and taking a shaky breath.

The steady beeping of the heart monitor was deafening to Dark, making him squeeze his eyes shut and allow himself to cry. "Fuck, Y/n. Don't go. Please. I need you." Dark managed to whisper out, lifting his head and looking at his unconscious lover. "I still need you." Dark's voice broke and he squeezed her hand a little tighter. What he didn't expect was to receive a squeeze in return. His head snapped up and his eyes gazed at Y/n, her eyes slowly parting as she looked at him and frowned. Her lips parted to speak but Dark stopped her before she could say what he knew she was going to say. "No, you don't need to apologize. Never, ever apologize for fighting tough battles and losing once in a while." Dark was fast to get to his feet and carefully maneuvered Y/n so that he was lying next to her in the hospital bed with her tucked into his side and her head on his chest.

"I just got so overwhelmed with everything going on and I didn't want to burden you with my problems. I didn't know what else to do to escape reality. I'm sorry." Y/n started to cry and buried her face into Dark's chest, gripping his dress shirt tightly for some grounding. Dark started to shush and coo at Y/n, rubbing her arm and drawing mindless shapes on the back of her hand with his fingers.

"You don't need to apologize. We all go through something." Dark cooed, running his fingers through Y/n's hair and pressing kisses to her hair and forehead.

"I'm right here. I'm always here and I will always be here. Just hold on for me."