The Tribrid (BBS X Reader)

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I wake up with the boys at my side.

I look down at the cuts all over my body. The boys are all sleeping. I grab somebodys phone and click the power button. It turn on and the numbers at the top read 3:19.

I get up dragging the IV with me as I go to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. I am in a hospital gown, my clothes probably in the garbage. My left eye black and puffy, swollen shut. There is the cut on my cheek that is stitched shut and has some gauze taped over it. My arm and legs are covered in cuts, some of the bigger ones covered in gauze. There three that were stitched up. The one on my cheek, one on my right forearm, running down half of it, and one on my left shoulder, right below my collar bone on the front of my body. I am pale and even skinnier than before. The branding sign on my left forearm have guaze over them, since the burns had to be treated. Unfortunately the burn will scar, leaving the branding signs on my arm forever. My wrists have cuts all along them. My normal h/l h/c has grown even longer and the ends are dead, and need to be trimmed. My e/c eyes look dull. My lips are cracked and dry. I look like a ghost.

I walk out of the bathroom and over to the window. I sit down as the pain in my body continues to rise.

I stare out the window. I wish I could be a normal kid, with a normal family.  It would be easy for me to jump from the window and end it all, but I don't. I look at all the boys sleeping in chairs around my bed.

Ten people that care for me, eleven if you include Jo.  They tried to protect me from my father.

I lay back down in bed, thinking to myself until I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a doctor coming in.

"You are going to be alright, we took the glass out of your cuts and stitched up your major ones. You might have some scarring from the glass and the burns will scar." He explains. The boys wake up and the doctor explains how to take care of my cuts.

Evan's parents rush in with Jo. I look at them as the doctor explains again. Jo just gets into the bed with me, cuddling up against me. I ignored the pain and cuddled with her. She is my last blood relative that cares.

She is only 6 and I will not let her lose me.

Evan's parents hug Evan and then turn to me, thanking God that I'm ok. They talk with the doctor and another person. Then they sign some papers and talk to the person some more.

They give me the papers and I read them. Jo and I were adopted by them.

Jo smiles, I stay straight faced although I was happy.

I stay in the hospital until noon then I get in Evan's car with Nogla, Luke, Jon, Jo and Brock. It was cramped but it worked. It turns out that Tyler and brought his car too. Him, Brian, Craig, Ryan, and Anthony all rode in Tyler's car behind us. Evan's parents stayed to talk with the doctor some more.

It was a hour drive and we finally get home. We all went straight to Evan's place. Some people left, leaving Evan, Jo, Luke, Jon, Brock, and I.

I go to my room. I put a trash bag over my left arm, all the way up to the shoulder and taped it in place so I didn't get my stitches wet. Then I covered my right arm with a bread bag up until my elbow, I put a couple rubber bands around the top to keep the top shut. Then I cut the bottom of both the trash bag and need bag, for my hands to fit through. Then I rubber band the bags shut again. The cut on my face I covered with the part of the bread bag I cut off, taping it in place.

I get in the shower careful not to take the bag off. I wash myself twice and my hair three times. I get out and take the bags off, washing my arms with a wash cloth and soap. I make sure to wash my face, but not get my stitches wet.

I get out and then go downstairs. Evan's mom cuts my hair back to normal length.

The boys are all hanging out in Evan's room. When I walk in the boys freeze, taking in my appearance, before including me in their conversation.