TW: ed & sh
This was it. I had been waiting for this moment for months. I remember the day I got the tickets to the concert, and now I'm standing here, crying. I'm in the very front row, Conan walking towards where I'm standing. I want to scream as he grabs my hand, singing into the mic in front of me.
Suddenly, my legs are going numb, my body getting closer to the floor. I feel his hand try to catch mine as I fall, the people around me screaming in shock. My head hits the ground as I listen to the things around me. My vision is black, my hearing almost blurry.
I hear screams and calls for help, then the sound of feet landing next to me. I hear the mic drop onto the ground and echo as someone picks me up. "Emergency!" I hear him screaming, over and over again. Suddenly the sounds of sirens are getting closer as I feel the person holding me start running.
I feel their breathing on my neck as I gasp for air, unsure if I'm going to pass out. "Conan, you can't come with her-" "I don't care I am" My hearing goes out as I lose all consciousness.
I hear the sounds of a hospital around me, beeping and fast walking. I open my eyes slightly, trying to figure out why I'm here. I am just barely remembering the night as I hear someone gasp and start walking towards me. "Oh my God!" He says, kneeling down next to the hospital bed. I sit up, looking at him in the face.
"C...CONAN?" I almost shout. A little too loud considering the looks the nurses in the hallway were giving me. "Shh...you're gonna get me kicked out" he whispers. "Wha...why are you here? What happened?" He looks down for a moment, as if trying to find words.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay. Turns out you're not." Oh no. I process what he's saying as I look at myself, and the IV pumping into my arm. Of all people, he doesn't need to worry. No one was supposed to know...
"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks, taking my hand in his. His dark brown eyes look into mine, making me feel like I need to tell him everything. I can't. "I...I'm fine-" I say, my voice breaking to the oncoming tears. "You're not fine. Please, you can talk to me. I'm not going to judge you, or tell anyone or anything...I just want to be here for you."
I fall into his arms, tears flowing down my face. I feel his arms around me, holding me tightly. "I hate myself-" I whisper, my voice breaking horribly. "No..." he says. "Please no...you're so beautiful-" I feel his hands running through my hair, trying to calm me. "I...I don't know what to say-" I whisper, burying my head in his shoulder.
"Mmm-" he almost hums, his hands twirling through my hair. "I see the scars-" He says softly, tracing his fingertips along my arms. I feel the second round of tears coming. "What made you do that to yourself...please...I just want to understand-" I feel his breathing on my neck as he traces his fingertip up and down my arm again and again, following the scars.
"My parents-" I whisper. "Oh poor baby..." I feel his arms around me, holding me close to him. "I'm so sorry..." He pulls away finally, holding my hands in my lap. I just look down at them, realizing how clear my scars actually were. "I still live with them" I say after a moment of silence. "They kicked me out yesterday because I couldn't pay rent-" His hand tilts my face up to look at his. "Did you spend your money on the concert?" He asks, clearly knowing how dumb my decision was. "I...well...yes" I let out a sigh.
"Mmm" he responds, wiping the tears off of my cheeks. "I'm glad you did" He says after a moment. "What?" I respond, very confused by this. "Do you want to stay with me? I mean, you have nowhere else to go right?" I look at him, plain shock on my face. "You don't have to-"
"I want to" Next thing I know, I'm packing my bags as he leads me out into his car, driving towards his place.
