Suspicious Minds [Darkiplier/Markiplier x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Three: The Hospital

A/N: Beautiful fan art by Ao--hoshi on DeviantArt.
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You woke up in a hospital bed, an IV next to you, steadily supplying salts and fluids back into your body. You still felt faint, your limbs ached. You moved yourself into a sitting position and steadily lifted yourself from the bed. You nearly collapsed as you did so and decided to plop back down.

Doctor Iplier appeared suddenly in your room, startling you. He carried a clip board with him, dressed in scrubs, but lacking his usual lab coat.

"(Y/N), don't put too much strain on your body. You still need time to recover from your severe dehydration." He said, assuming his professional role.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him, "You don't work at this hospital."

"That is the least of your worries. The Doctors are still monitoring how well your body is reacting to the treatment."

"How long am I gonna be in here?" You hoped it wouldn't be too many days, but would you only return to your imprisonment?

"Depends if your body responds well. I'd say 3-4 days." Concern flashed on his face, but disappeared as quick as it appeared.

"Okay." You glanced to the floor, the thought sent a wave of dread through your body. "Where am I going to be released to?"

The Doctor looked shamefully to the floor, his clip board hung by his side. He mumbled something that you couldn't hear.

"Speak up." You had a bad feeling as to what he was about to say.

"You're going back to Wilford's." He said sternly, staring intently at you.

"What?!" You yelled, but quieted your voice down, "I thought you were on my side!"

"I never was." The expression on his face showed you that he wasn't lying. Tears formed in your eyes, the betrayal stung. You may have not been close to Doctor Iplier, but the thought of being used still pained you.

"Get. Out." You said through a strained voice and he did as you said. As soon as he was gone, you attempted to call out again to Mark and Dark. It wasn't working and you couldn't figure out why.

Doubt plagued your heart, you couldn't prevent yourself from thinking about Red Google. What if he was one of Wilford's pawns as well? What had The Doctor been doing in that lab all this time? He practically spent all day in there.

"Fuck it." You said, ripping the IV from your arm, as well as all other medical equipment attached to you. An alarm went off in your room and you managed to wander off. Your legs shook as you attempted to steady yourself and you tried to find an exit. The Doctor couldn't take you back if he didn't know where you were.

"Miss!" A male voice called after you, but you ignored it. An arm gently grasped your upper arm and you were turned around to see a security guard. You were too weak to fight his hold on your arm and he took you back towards your room.

"Can I make a phone call?" You asked, looking up at him. He ignored you and dragged you back to your bed. A nurse came back into your room and hooked you back up to the IV and other various medical equipment.

"Hey, I really need to call my friend." You told the nurse and she ignored you like the security guard. She left as soon as you were situated. What the hell is going on? Why are they not listening?

"(Y/N)." You heard Wilford's voice in the corner of your room. He was glaring at you and you looked away, missing the concerned look that followed. "What you did was incredibly reckless and idiotic."

"I called out to you, you bastard." You snarled, "And you. did. nothing."

"You called for-"  He stood up abruptly, a shocked expression was on his face. You had an idea that he might be doing this because he actually cared about you, but that belief was shoved aside as quickly as it came. Wilford was a monster, he only cared about himself. He had been talking, but you weren't listening.