{Trigger warning: This story deals with a lot of serious topics and situations. Heavy detail is included. Ranges from sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse of psychical and emotional, self harm, and suicide. Read with caution, this is your only w...
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Blood slides down my forehead. I can feel it. But I stumble into the emergency room. Everyone's rushing around. Nobody's paying me any bit of attention. I'm sensing some deju vu.
My eyes open and close as I'm scanning the ER. I need a doctor but at the same time I don't want one. The moment a doctor checks on me the minute Andy's going to be notified. Fuck.
"Y/n?" A voice says and I turn my head to the right to find Dr. Adams. My eyes go wide and he immediately comes to me and grabs my arm.
"Dr. Adams," I chuckle, not really realizing it. "Man they got you working a lot huh?" He starts to drag me over to one of the beds and I shake my head. "No, no. Nobody can know I'm here. Sh. It'll be our little secret."
"Are you high? You're high," Dr. Adams says, now dragging me away from the bed. I just let him. I close my eyes for a second feeling myself pulled, no yanked forward into a room. The sound of a door shutting makes me open my eyes slowly to see Dr. Adams shaking his head from side to side. "What did you take?"
He tilts his head. His chocolate brown eyes staring into my half opened ones and all I can do is shrug and let a half laugh escape my lips. I toss up my hands and back up to the chair bed thing. I forget what they're called at this particular moment. But I hop up on it and grip the edge of it.
"You know you're really cute," I say. "And I don't even like guys," I tell him and see him staying focused. I put up my hands and close my eyes. "Oh sorry mr. no fun. I don't know what I took. But technically I didn't take anything. I smoked it." I raise my voice on the last part, making it sort of high pitched. Why? No clue, but I did it.
I open my eyes to see Dr. Adams come over and grab my face gently. He opens my eyes wide and shines a light into the right eye.
"Damn that's bright!" I exclaim, squinting, trying to close it. He lets go of that eye then goes to the next. "Jesus!"
"I'm trying to see if you have a concussion. Your head is bleeding. How'd you do-" He drops the light from my eye and I start laughing. He takes a step back.
"Oh yeah my head! On my way here I think I passed out when I was running. It was crazy. One moment I was running on the sidewalk next thing I know I'm waking up in the middle of the street. My head hurts. I touched and bam, there was blood," I tell him, nodding my head as I talked. My legs start gently kicking back and forth. More like swinging forward then coming back like I'm some little kid.
"I never react that way when I smoke. I don't think it was a good batch he got," I say again and Dr. Adams shakes his head.
"Okay, jesus. I have to report this-"
"No! No you don't!" I say, going to get up off of the bed but fall down. Adams steps forward and grabs my jaw, turning my head gently.
"Okay you need to lay down. Don't try and get up. I'll go get some supplies. Do not leave this room." I nod and raise my hand to my head, saluting. The doctor rolls his eyes and turns, heading to the door. A low sigh escapes my lips as I drop my head. It is hurting. It hurt worse when I woke up. Now it's just throbbing. Pound, pound, pound. It's driving me crazy. I don't even know how I hit it nor what I hit it on. But I did. Always doing something to myself.
