Gamble.

06

(trigger warning, there is mention of hard drug abuse in this chapter. be prepared.)

Two weeks.

Two weeks was all that Fitz needed.

He came home drunk as hell and stumbled through the doorway, when everyone was sitting in the lounge relaxing.

"I'm hooome~" He slurred and giggled. He made his way to his bedroom and fell asleep as soon as hit head hit the pillow.

Y/n looked at everyone as they all shook their heads and sighed. Everyone dispersed to their own rooms but Y/n still sat there for a minute before she got up.

Walking over to the medicine cabinet, she pulled out some ibuprofen and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She made her way to Fitz's room and quietly pushed the door open. She saw him sleeping peacefully oh his side and she set down the water and ibuprofen on his nightstand.

Fitz was still in his gross old clothes that he left in two weeks ago. Y/n decided to remove his shoes and socks, tossing them into the corner. She unzipped his jacket and unbutton his shirt and pants before sliding them off, leaving him in his boxers. She tossed all of his clothes into a laundry basket and pulled the blanket over his body.

Y/n sighed and left the room, hoping to get enough sleep and have enough energy for whatever encounter she experiences with Fitz tomorrow.

She entered her room and crawled into her bed, curling up in the blankets and sighing heavily into the pillow.

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The next morning, Y/n woke up and slipped out of bed. It was oddly freezing in her room so she walked out of the bedroom to check the temperature.

"Why the fuck is it fifty-six degrees in here during the middle of fucking winter!" She snapped, turning up the temperature.

Y/n noticed it was unusually quiet in the house. Usually someone is making some sort of ruckus.

"Wait... Everyone's out working..." She said and calmed down a bit.

She walked down the hallway into the lounge and saw a familiar tall figure standing in the kitchen. She panicked for a second, going into "oh shit" mode before realizing it was just Fitz.

Fitz heard Y/n's footsteps and whipped around, their eyes meeting. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his beard had started to grow in. He obviously hadn't been taking care of himself.

"Goodmorning..." He spoke softly, averting his gaze from Y/n. 

"Morning." She responded, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter, monitoring his behavior. He was a tad bit shaky, and he just looked so dead. His hair was a mess and he had some bruises on various places of his body.

"Fitz?" She spoke in a gentle, soothing tone. He slowly turned to look at her.

"Is everything okay?" Y/n asked him, slowly getting closer to him. Fitz shook his head, sighing softly as he gripped the countertops, making his knuckles white. Y/n got closer and gently placed her hand on top of his. Fitz's head hung low, his eyes closed.

"I'm sorry..." He croaked out. Y/n looked at him and shook her head. She placed a hand on his back and gently rubbed his back in slow circles.

"I know what you've been doing... I don't know why you're doing it. If you want my help, I'm willing to if you just ask me." She said, leaning her head against his arm.

Fitz began to sob upon hearing her words. Y/n gently squeezed his hand before making him turn to face her. She cupped his face in her hands and wiped away his tears with her thumbs.

"It'll all be okay." She stated simply, giving Fitz a smile. He nodded slowly and pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you." was all that Fitz could mutter out right now. Y/n nodded and hugged him tightly.

Y/n had gone through something similar a few years ago. She was depressed and resorted to drugs and prostitution. It was the lowest point of her life. She felt for Fitz and she wanted to be the one to help him get out of this mess he was in.

She grabbed a trash bag from under the sink and then grabbed his hand and led him to his bedroom.

"I want you to toss any hard drugs you have into this. You can keep any weed you have. I don't mind that. Cocaine, heroin, anything else, I want in this trash bag now." She ordered him and he nodded. He dug into his drawers and pulled out any empty and full bags of cocaine he had on him. There wasn't very much, but it was still concerning. He pulled out a few needles and tossed them into the bag. That was all that he had and he stood there, ashamed of himself.

"I'm sorry." He told her and she shook her head. She tied the trashbag up and set it down.

"You did good with that, it's gonna be okay. I promise." She said to him and he nodded. Fitz felt horrible.

"I'm gonna go throw this out, I want you to take a shower. You reek and you look exhausted so take a shower and clean yourself up, okay?" She told him and he nodded, walking into his bathroom. Y/n heard him turn on the shower and she took the trash bag outside to the garbage bins.

She came back inside and went to his room. The shower was running and she could tell he was inside cause she heard him hit his head on the shower head.

She dug through his clothes and picked out some clean, comfy clothes for him and laid them out on the bed for when he got out. She then went to the kitchen and made him the same tea that Mason made for her awhile back.

Y/n brought the tea to his room and set it down on his nightstand before sitting on the bed and scrolling through her phone. After a few minutes, she heard the shower turn off.

The bathroom door opens and in walked a soaking wet, and dripping Fitz with a towel around his hips.

Y/n looked up and blushed when she saw him in that state. She looked away quickly and used one of his pillows to block her from seeing him like that.

"I've already seen you naked, Y/n. I couldn't care less if you watched me change my clothes." He stated simply, which made Y/n poke her head out from behind the pillow. Her eyes widened slightly as she watched him get dressed in the clothes she pick out. His back was turned to her and he only took about two minutes, but they were possibly the best two minutes of Y/n's life so far.

"Oh? So you decided to watch, huh?" Fitz teased her and she gave him a nasty look.

"Did you enjoy what you saw?" He asked her, trying to mess with her.

"Leave me alone, cunt." She retorted and he giggled. That damn laugh. It made some sort of emotion arise in Y/n's chest. She didn't know what it was.

He sat on the bed next to her and she patted his head.

"I'm gonna get you through this, no matter what. You just have to stay determined for me, okay?" She told him and he nodded.

"I promise." Fitz spoke softly.