Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Twenty-One : C̷h̶a̴o̶s̷ ~

~ Chase's Perspective ~
"Ohhh! Robin! Did you see that?!" I cheered, "It went right in!" I snatched the tea bag from the coffee cup and threw it into the air, catching it once again, "These Tea Shots never get old." Robin chuckled as he shut off the camera, "What's got you in such a good mood? You're never this peppy when we record." "I don't know. Maybe there's something in the air..." I mumbled. He laughed and shoved the camera back into his bag and began to collect all the microphones and props. I looked down at my phone, disappointment filling my eyes, "Hey Robin? Have you heard anything from (Y/N)?" He pondered for a moment, but then shook his head. Dark thoughts began to enter my head as I thought about my silent girlfriend, I quickly pushed them away. Calm down, Chase. She's just busy, that's all. I sighed and grabbed my bag, "I'm going to stop by at her house-" "I think she wants to be alone." Robin spoke suddenly. I turned to him and cocked my head to the side, "What do you mean?" "She's a tough week...a tough month, Chase. She's been kidnapped - twice, raped, she's lost a child, and earlier the other morning, she woke up to a call saying that you were pretty much dying." Robin explained softly, "Why haven't you taken her to see a therapist?" I shrugged, "I thought she was recovering...I thought it wasn't necessary." "But, you saw a therapist when the divorced happened, when Troy-" "We don't talk about him." I snapped quickly. Robin's head fell, clearly abashed about his tone. "Look, I'm sorry that I snapped-" "Does she know?" He asked. "About Troy?" I huffed and rubbed the back of my neck, "I haven't told her. She has enough on her plate right now. She doesn't deserve to deal with my problems."

My fist knocked against the apartment door, "Love! I've brought you some tea!" I called. I looked down at the tea bags in my hand, a small grin appearing onto my face. I rolled my eyes, she was probably sleeping, again. I pulled the spare key I snatched from her and stuck it into the lock, twisting the door open. It was deadly silent. Confusion was laced onto my face as I looked around the small kitchen and living room. Not a soul. "Love?" I shouted. Worry ran through my veins as I raced toward the bedroom, fear striking like a bolt of lightning. "(Y/N)!" I cried, racing towards her unconscious body. Her body was pale and cold as ice. My first reaction was to check her pupils, then her pulse. Thank god...it's there. I sighed, relieved. I rested my hand on the back of her head to move her, but pulled away at the texture. Her hand was...wet. I looked at my hand, her blood covering my fingertips and palm. It was worse than I thought. I shakily ripped my phone from my pocket and dialed 911, a hand grasped onto hers. Stay with me.

It was agony. Waiting...waiting...and more. I wonder if this is what she felt when I was in the hospital...? I ran my hands through my brown hair, not really caring if I messed it up. All I could think about was her pale face, her cold hands...her crimson blood. I gripped tighter onto my hair, pulling slightly in anger. She's going to be okay, she's going to be okay. I repeated to myself. I crumbled as I felt the moisture hit my cheeks. I can't cry, I can't. I angrily wiped the tears from my face and sighed, blowing the air into my face to dry the streaks. "Mr. Brody?" "Yes?!" My voice croaked as I jerked up to see the doctors face. "May I have a quick word with you?" He held up his clipboard and gesture it towards an empty room.
~ Your Perspective ~
      My eyes opened to the scene before me. Panicked flooded through my body as I noticed all the machines hooked up to me, some running out my palms, others in my forearms. I looked around the empty hospital room, how did I get here? "Ah, Miss (L/N). It's good to see that you're awake. We were starting to get worried." "Why am I here?" I asked quickly. "Your partner Chase Brody found you in your apartment, unconscious." The doctor replied. An aching was suddenly sent through the back of my hand, making me send my hand up to touch it, "What happened?" The door opened again, and in stepped Chase. I smiled brightly at him, "Chase! I'm so glad you're here!" His breath trembled as he wrapped me in a tight hug, "Don't you ever fucking do that again!" I giggled quietly against his chest, "I won't. I promise." "The reason you passed out was because there was a sudden pressure applied to you head. Do you remember what happened before you passed out?" The doctor explained. I closed my eyes tightly, "I r-remember...I was cleaning up some stuff in my room...and I heard my bed room door open. And-" The memory floated away from my vision. I sighed in defeat, "I c-can't remember." "Do you think you were attacked?" Chase asked, gently running a hand through my (H/C) hair. "We did find Flunitrazepam -or Rohypnol- in your system, that might explain your memory loss." The doctor supplied, "But who would want to attack you like that...?"