Forgive (Mithzan X the reader)

Chapter Eighteen: You're a Dumbass

SONG: The Run and Go /// ARTIST: Twenty One Pilots /// I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG ;3

Eli's POV

"I will leave you two alone to discuss privately," states the doctor. I had to admit, she was hot, with her black-rimmed glasses covering her sea-blue eyes. Her blond hair tied up in a neat bun while she wore that white lab coat. But, that's not the point. I'm stuck in a hospital for being fucking drugged.

The doctor quietly shuts the door behind her and leaves (Y/N) and I alone together.

"You're a real dumbass, Eli," (Y/N) says. She didn't face me. Her eyes were glued outside the window, staring at the glowing orb in the sky as it fades from a bright orangish-yellow to a reddish hue as it sets into the horizon.

She sat in an uncomfortable wooden chair as I laid down in a hospital gown on one of the dirty beds, strings and doodads attached to my limbs, checking my vitals. I look at the table next to me, ashamed. I see my beanie resting on the table and sigh.

"Did you hear me?" (Y/N) questions, menacingly. "I said that you're a fucking dumbass."

"You really know how to make a guy feel special," I remark.

She groans and looks back outside the window.

I got drugged and I was drunk from taking so many shots. The doctors said that I was given Rohypnol, which is a fancier term meaning roofies. It makes the victim drowsy, dizzy, disoriented, and partly unconscious. I don't know how I got them, probably from the drink offered by that girl I met last night. Forgot her name already. I think it was Mai or something, but I could be wrong. All I remember after drinking that beer was getting dizzy and being led to a room and my clothes being ripped off... it was weird.

I sigh. The thought of it makes me want to cry and bang my head against the wall. I didn't tell (Y/N) or the doctors. I told Tim last night when they found me, but I just said that I had sex with some random girl. Nothing else. He obviously congratulated me, but I felt like something wasn't right. I don't remember giving my consent.

I want to be alone.

"Hey, (Y/N)," I say. She looks back at me. "Can you go to the café and get me something to eat?"

"Eli, they're gonna bring you food soon."

"But, I know it's gonna be gross. Just a sandwich or something."

She sighs as she gets up from her seat and leaves.

Once the door shuts, the realization of what happened last night sets in. I begin to cry. Oh god. This is all my fault.

A few moments later, the door opens and Max walks in, holding some comic books. He didn't notice me crying at first.

"Hey, man. Got you some old comic books I found laying in my room and thought that you'd-" He sees the puffiness around my eyes and tear streaks on the side of my cheeks. "What's wrong, Eli?"

Quickly, say an excuse. "I was thinking about when my dog died when I was eleven. It sucked."

He rolls his eyes. "Dude, don't think of sad things, especially when you're in a hospital bed. I actually thought something was wrong with you."

You'll never understand, Max. "Yeah, sorry," I apologize, wiping my tears away.

"It's alright, man. Where's (Y/N)? Isn't she supposed to be here with you?"