Glitched! Cryaotic x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Seven

All I heard was the buzz of overused florescent lights, light moaning on my right, and a hushed conversation from behind a closed door. Opening my eyes, I saw the florescent lights buzzing away above me. To my right, I saw Cry, handcuffed to a hospital bed, tossing and turning uncomfortably, and I still heard the frantic whispers of two people outside the closed door.

I looked around more, trying to get an idea of where we were. I found out that I was also cuffed to a hospital bed. There were those thin blankets that don't warm for shit covering my lower half, but I saw I was still in the same clothes as when they knocked me out.

I tried tugging at the cuffs, but stopped as the voices outside stopped talking. I froze and watched the door carefully, but no one came and the whispering resumed. I let out a breath and looked over at my drugged boyfriend.

"Cry." I hissed, eyes darting between the door and the bed he was situated in. Nothing.

I tried again, "Cry! Wake up!"

Again, nothing. I heard a creek, though, and my head whipped towards the door.

Two people were walking in with clipboards in one hand and lab coats draped around them.

One looked up and froze, causing the other to stop talking and looked up. Their bewildered eyes looking into my wide ones.

"Moring, boys." I said non-chalantly, causing the two to flinch back.

"Mind fetching the key?" I continued, raising an eyebrow.

The first one had brown hair that tied back into a bun. I couldn't see his name tag, though. The second one had blonde hair cut right up to his scalp. Again, I couldn't make out the name tag.

"No can do. Ms. States." The first one spoke with a shaky voice, not looking or speaking very confidently.

"Why? Because your president wants me dead?" I asked, smirk on my face. The two exchanged a look, but stayed quite.

"Oh come on, at least humor me. I've been stuck in these chains for who knows how long and I'm dying for some information, boys."

The blonde one took a breath, "You've been out for about 46 hours, ma'am. Your partner, too."

"You keep dosing us, why don't you want us to wake up?" I asked, grasping for as much information as I could get.

"President Dana's orders, ma'am. Something about the Six is untrustworthy." The brunette entered the conversation. A loud groan from Cry caused us to all look over.

I turned my attention back to the doctors, "Do you have just me and Cry, or all of the six?"

They exchanged a look as if they were debating telling me this. Cry groaned again, but I didn't take my eyes off the doctors.

"Uhm, we can't say ma'am." The blonde mumbled.

"(Y/N)..." A deep voice mumbled and I whipped my head over to see Cry.

"Cry! Cry, I'm right here, open your eyes." I urged him and he groaned.

"Water." He rattled out, voice raspy.

I looked at the doctors, "Well, don't just stand there! Get him so damn water!"

The two scrabbled to the sink and filled a plastic cup as Cry coughed. I rattled the cuffs again in a futile attempt to get out and the blonde put the cup to Cry's lips. After the whole thing was gone, he collapsed his head on the pillow and let out a slow breath, shutting his eyes.