Eminem Imagines (Eminemzminnie style)

Call me when your sober

It was around 2:00 in the morning and you were cursing yourself for drinking so much fricking water today because you had to pee like every half hour.

"Seriously I ain't getting no sleep tonight." You mummered

"Hey someone in there?!" You knocked on the door quietly wondering what was taking them so long.

"Hello?" You asked wondering why no one was responding

You tried opening the door but it was jammed with something .

What was going on in there?

"Hello?" You repeated

You heard some moaning behind the door.

Okay what was that?

You panicked trying to get the door unstuck which you eventually got unstuck after a few thrust.

You quickly entered the bathroom and your heart stopped all together.

Oh my God

"Marshall!" You exclaimed seeing he was passed out on the floor with vomit around him.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no..." You repeated like a mantra.

"SOMEONE CALL 911!!!" You yelled.

Rushing to check his pulse only to discover it was slow and his face was very pale.

"Please Marshall don't do this to me.." You pleaded scooping his head into your lap, you grabbed a towel and wiped some of the vomit off his face and lips.

"What happened!?" Nate said being the first one to come down stairs after your screams for help.

"It's Marshall.." You cried.

Nate immediately saw his brother sprawled out on the floor and quickly whipped out his cell phone to call an ambulance.

"How long has he been like this?" Nate asked fear very apparent in his voice.

"I have no idea..Nate do something!" You sobbed seeing he was getting colder and paler.

"Ambulance is coming, Jesus Marshall." Nate said picking up a bottle of pills that were sprawled across the floor just like Marshall was..

"Methadone..." Nate frowned getting up and tossing the pills into the toilet and flushing them.
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You had never been more scared in your life waiting in that waiting room along with Nate and the kids who were inconsolable especially Hailie having this nightmare happening so close to get birthday and Christmas.

"Excuse me, for a Mr.Mathers." A doctor said coming out with a chart.

"How is he?"Nate asked worriedly.

"He was two hours from dying." The doctor said bluntly.

Causing some gasps and tears to fill the room.

"But, he's stable now and we are putting him on fluids..."

"Can anyone see him?" You asked.

"Yeah he's awake but kind of in shock..so one person at a time." The doctor said.

Everyone nodded in agreement accepting the knowledge of the doctor and going in to see Marshall one by one.

You were the very last and you were completely shaken up and every other emotion you could come up with that made you feel absolutely horrible.

So when you walked in the room it absolutely devastated you to see him in such a bad and fragile state.

"Look before you flip.." Marshall started tiredly as if he had gotten the same angry sad lecture over and over again.

"I'm sorry you had to be the one who found me." He sighed laying his head back gazing up at the ceiling trying to place his thoughts.

"Marshall you almost died in front of me." Your voice coming out livid.

"And I couldn't do anything, why would you do this?" You asked seriously wondering what was making him do methadone and vicodin and all the crap that's ended him up in the hospital today.

"I don't even know how it happened...one minute I was standing up to take a piss, the next minute I was falling and I hit the floor...hard." He recalled his voice kind of hazed.

"You were choking on your own vomit. " You bluntly spoke your voice icy.

"I know, but the pills help me forget about everything and helps me sleep! I don't have to stay up at night worrying about if I'll be able to live up to my fans expectations or what rhyme I should write down, I can sleep and forget about all of those things...and proof." He finally said.

"Proof wouldn't want you drugging yourself half to death because he's gone!" You argued.

He said nothing but you knew that got to him.

"You seriously make me sick, how could you do this to your kids and fans and me, you talk about not being afraid and that's what got you here. .but it's a total lie if you can't even face the fact you need rehab!" You spit.

"I'm not a addict!" His voice rised to match yours.

"Then why were you only two hours from dying from an overdose of methadone, then why did you have press lie and say it's pneumonia, then why did you promise me you were going to get clean and then a week after rehab your sitting in a hospital bed claiming you aren't an addict while hooked up to breathing tubes while your daughter is sobbing in the hall way because she thinks her dad's dead!" You angrily yelled tears of frustration streaming your heated face.

"I-"

"Just no, I can't deal with you when your like this..it's to painful." You said wiping some of your tears.

"Shady, Marshall...whoever you are..call me when your sober." You said turning and walking out the door.

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You guys don't even know the struggle I had with this chapter today, so I took a trip to Ohio today get my Ohio folks!! :D I went and had some fun and I ended up losing my voice cause it hurts so much to talk right now..but any way I finally got to finishing this chapter and just wow...I'm surprised I'm able to even type after every thing that happened today, I had so much fun in Ohio and y all are some seriously laid back and chilled folks cause it was so nice and calm down there but extremely hot and humid! I'm exhausted so good night! <3