Trace The Lines //Ronnie Radke x Female Reader//COMPLETED

Readers POV

I give a short wave to Ronnie as he and his friends leave for the night. Sinking to the floor, I lay my head on my knees to catch my breath. I haven't been feeling well lately. Heaving a soft sigh, Charlie whines sympathetically. "Oh don't look at me that way..." He whines more nudging my arm. "Alright Alright I'll go to the doctor." I grunt annoyed. Grabbing my phone I send Juliet a quick text to come over. 

"What's got you down?" Says Juliet. "I feel...bad. Just physically bad. Maybe I caught a bug or something...it is cold out." I rub my eyes tiredly. Juliet rubs my back comfortingly. "Do you need the doctors..?" I give a short nod as Juliet takes my keys leading me to the car. A sudden wave of uncomfortable feelings washes over me, forcing me to double over in pain. Beads of sweat rush down my face. "(Y/N)? Hey (Y/N) are you okay?" I hear Juliet's voice echoing in my ears. Something doesn't feel right. I can feel Juliet rest her palm along my spine, but all I can do is shut my eyes tightly in an attempt to concentrate on my shallow breathing. "Lets get you to the hospital." I groan softly laying back in the car, racing to the hospital.

Pain in my abdomen becomes incredibly agonizing. "Fuck!" I yell out angrily hitting a table in the waiting room. "(Y/N) Please try to relax." Say Juliet nervously. I start to slip into a state of mind that isn't particularly healthy. Memories of being punched in the stomach swirl around my thoughts. That sort of feeling was external, numbing after a few hours. This type of pain is internal. The sensation of flames swells in my stomach. I want it to stop. In that moment, I craved Ronnie to hold me. I didn't want him to worry. I was taught that if I were in pain, If i were sick, I was a hypochondriac. Told that noone gave a shit about what happens to me. Those toxic words remain burned in my memory. For two weeks its been long mornings of vomiting and deep paranoia. Putting on a melancholy smile, I give Ronnie the happy girl he loves for two weeks.  "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" Calls the nurse. "So Ms. (Y/L/N), What seems to be the problem?" My mouth goes dry. "I've been extremely ill the last few weeks. Vomiting, Abdominal pains, heavy amounts of paranoia." I shut my eyes. "Hmm. Do you mind if we do some blood work?" I nod having my blood taken away to a lab.

Illness is a godsend compared to this...