Trust. Sassiness. and Drama would describe Scarlett and Y/N's start of their relationship. Y/N has a larger family to protect from everything and anyone. Major Y/N is currently off duty, seeking any updates from the investigation, which creates dist...
12 hours since the immediate family of Y/N's was given the news and Scarlett hasn't separated from Y/N's side. Helping them in any way possible, from feeding them to scratching them. Meanwhile, Nicole has been in between the siblings as the discreet messenger. On the last lap, Y/N stopped Nicole from continuing this childish conversation. "You must be exhausted by all of this shit. Give it up and let him look for me. On the other hand, you need to recharge and rest." Y/N says as Nicole closes the door behind her. "Thank you" Nicole deeply appreciated the gesture of her best mate, melting in relief. But before she could leave, Scarlett gives her pinkie a warm hug. "I'll leave them in your hands. You really are their better half. Strengthen yourself because this will be a tough one to go through." Nicole whispers in Scarlett's shoulder. "I'm in too deep to even think about walking out of this. My heart and body are all in, so don't worry about me." Scarlett tightens her grip before letting go, smiling softly as her eyes meet with Nicole's smile.
Timing was perfect as the night shift began to arrive. "Are you really willing to stay here? Is that recliner ok for you?" Y/N looked at their partner, worried about how the night would go. "Yes, I mean if I'm allowed to then of course. The recliner will do, baby, thank you." Scarlett says as she smiles back at their anxious eyes. "What about you? Are you comfortable? How are your wrists? Hurting?" Scarlett glances over at Y/N's irritated purple-ish wrists. "My wrists are the least of my worries. No matter how bad my wrists hurt, it's a lot safer. I don't want to cause any more harm to anyone." Y/N opens up as Scarlett leans back and listens. "I've got more metal in my body now. On top of that, my mental health is declining. Being in this bed and having to experience this once again makes my mental state very difficult to recognize the difference between the previous hospitalization and this time." Y/N pours their thoughts out.
"It's your PTSD. That's why the 72 hour mark." Scarlett whispers before shifting in her seat, clearing her throat. The silence in the room melted Y/N as they began to overlook the conversation. "What's the plan?" Scarlett whispers as she pulls the recliner closer to Y/N's side. "Well...they're providing a therapist. Within 72 hours though, they'll be calculating if they need to increase my medication intake." Y/N has recently left out this part of themselves. All that Scarlett knows is pieces and glimpses of Y/N's mental illness. "When it comes to my mental health, I tend to isolate my struggles and my trauma." Y/N clears up some of the unnecessary tension. "Growing up in a hispanic household with a somewhat old fashioned grandmother, it was just suffocating. Mental illness is not something that they've ever accepted or acknowledged." Y/N pauses as they glances at Scarlett who's listening to every word.
"Being born different, physically, was already impossible to raise according to my parents. So imagine how my grandmother reacted when she noticed how bad my habits were, at the time. I've learned a lot from my grandmother, which I'm very grateful for, but she had two sides. At that moment, all I needed was some sort of comfort. As a result, she gave me a really good reason to leave that house. That day, I saw the real evil side of my grandma. I promised myself to never let myself see that side ever again. Once I was all healed up, I made the decision of enrolling into the military." Y/N couldn't stop their words, they finally felt this wave of comfort as they paused. "I was terrified of my decision but I wanted to leave that house, I couldn't handle it anymore. Once I stepped into that bus, a wave of guilt gushed over me as I left my brother behind." Y/N's voice began to shiver.
"All I wanted was to give my brother a path. Didn't want him to follow my own so I worked my ass off by resigning my contact over and over. Until I noticed that I've formed some sort of addiction." Letting Y/N pour themselves out, Scarlett leaned over the bed railing to wipe their tears away while slightly gripping their hand. "I'm retiring, Scar. Once all of this mess is settled, I'm done with this career for good." Y/N's wailing echoes while they began to laugh uncontrollably. The relief of finally saying it out and open hits them. The built up pressure melted away as their chest felt light, like how a cloud slowly disappears. Laughter filled the room once Scarlett joined in. "You've done so much for everyone else. I bet retiring will be nerve-racking but you're letting yourself enjoy your own life." Scarlett's word felt like a warm blanket was being wrapped around Y/N.
"I'm sorry for dumping all of this so randomly. I couldn't stop for some reason." Y/N smiled at their partner. "Don't apologize, there's no need to apologize. Grateful to see how comfortable you are with me, it makes my heart feel this warmth." Scarlett explains as she continues to wipe off their tears and snot. "What about you? Are you really okay?" Y/N obviously knows that she's masking her emotions but decides to ask away. The creak of the door handle being unlocked interrupts Scarlett's thoughts. Eyes met with Fernando's awkward walk. The walk of a boy when he gets caught and gets scolded by his mother. "I'm sorry" The mumbled apology summed it up.
A/N:
How is it? After the 72 hours, there will be a time jump. THANK GOD.
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