Imagines

Casualty Imagine #1

Possible trigger warning ⚠️

You had been going through a tough patch even before your older brother Cal was murdered, your other brother Ethan tried to get through to you but you wouldn't listen to anyone. You felt so alone and didn't know who to turn to. You were studying Drama in university, you had always had a passion for acting but lately you had lost interest in everything.

"Y/N what are you doing here?" Your older brother Ethan asked you curiously as you sat on a plastic chair in the emergency department of Holby City Hospital. You looked down. You rolled your sleeves up which reveal bandages covered in blood.

"Y/N what have you done!" Ethan raised his voice slightly but not loud enough to draw attention to us.

"What does it look like I've done" I responded with a question not really wanting to give him a proper answer he looked at you and took you away, you were now in cubicles with Ethan and Alicia.

"Y/N why didn't you talk to me if you were feeling like this?" Ethan asked you and you sighed. You knew you'd have to tell him you were self harming even before Cal was murdered.

"It started before Cal was murdered. Uni was getting tough and their was this little voice in my head telling me that I was no good, that none would miss me if I died" you paused and looked down

"It got worse when Cal was murdered, I had to bottle everything up, I didn't have him to talk to like I did before. You were a msss too so I couldn't talk to you. I was in my flat trying to focus on my assignment for uni today and the voice was back stronger and louder than ever, I thought I could end this for myself, so I tried to slit my wrists but my friend Jenna came into my flat, she found me, my arms bleeding from all the cut, she tried to stop them, I didn't want her to. Jenna told forced me here" you explained to your older brother. He looked at you feeling guilty

"Your my little sister, your meant to be able to talk too me. Y/N please start talking to me" Ethan pleaded with you as Alicia began cleaning your arms up, your arm was soon stitched and you sighed

"You don't need me to worry about. I'm 18, got my own place and my own life and you have your own life to." You exclaimed, Ethan shook his head.

"I'm going to have to refer you to a physiatrist, I think it will help you" Ethan suggested well more like informed you giving you no choice over the matter, you sighed for the billionth time. Ethan left you on the bed, you had to plan your escape before before your older brother got back, it was the only way you would be able protect him from the mess your mind was, the only way he could really be happy.