Imagines/oneshots Book 1

163. Chris motionless - comfort crowd

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This is officially the longest one shot I've ever written at just over 2400 words. Yikes. it doesnt feel that long i promise. I needed this off my chest though.

Prompt: depression strikes at the worst times. It can take so much from a person but that doesn't mean you have to do it alone.
- Chris comes to help y/n out, giving their meds, bathing them, feeding them, making sure they don't hurt themselves 💕
- comfort fic

Song: you will be found from dear evan Hansen
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I laid in the middle of my floor and stared at the ceiling. I hadn't moved in almost three hours. My thoughts were empty and I couldn't bring myself to move. Better yet I hadn't left my bedroom in a week, maybe long enough to go to the bathroom but that was about it. I slept all day, stared at the ceiling all night and repeated that for days on end. It was currently ten at night but I only knew that cause I could see the reflection of my alarm clock in the mirror across from my bed. My phone buzzed but I couldn't bring myself to look at it, it had been the same for the last couple days too. I hadn't showered, I hadn't done laundry, and I'd barely eaten or drank anything. I didn't wanna say it was the depression cause that meant giving in but I knew it really was. I heard my front door unlock and click open but didn't pay too much mind to it.

"Y/n?"

I heard him call. I didn't answer. My voice was too tired.

"Y/n?"

I heard him come closer. Then my bedroom door clicked open and in stepped Chris. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God your okay."

I just stared up at him.

"Are you okay?"

He asked but I still didn't answer. My gaze followed him as he knelt down next to me.

"Are you going through another episode?"

I nodded slowly and he sighed.

"Okay, let's get you out of here then."

I nodded again before he slid his arms under me and picked me up bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders loosley as he walked me out to the living room. He sat me gently on the couch before wrapping the blanket I kept on the back of it around my body.

"Have you eaten?"

I shook my head no.

"Okay, don't go anywhere."

I sent him a look. As if I'd actually move on my own.

"I know I know."

He defended. I dropped my head back against the couch as he disappeared into the kitchen. It felt like mere minutes before be came back with soup and grilled cheese but I guess time feels different when you dissociate. I stared at him as he set it down on the coffee table in front of me.

"Are you gonna sit up and eat that or do I have to force feed you like last time?"

I sent him a warning glare as he sat next to me. He held his hands up.

"Hey, it's your choice."

I looked down at the food and felt sick. I didn't want it. I didn't want to pick it up and actually put it in my body. He stared at me as he waited for me to do something. Then I looked back at him and shook my head no, tightening my arms around my waist. He sighed.

"Force feeding it is then."

I shook my head violently as he picked the sandwich up.

"Come on y/n, you have to put something in your body. I don't wanna show up in a day or two and have to take you back to the hospital. Have you at least been taking your medicine?"