Darkest Of Nights | Sally Face

👦🏻s.f.

Child!Sal Fisher x child!reader
Thought this would be a cute concept

He was strange.

Wearing a pink mask around the hospital. It made all the other kids want masks, including you, but the nurse's wouldn't have it. They would say it would be confusing, or it would just be plain rude. None of the kids understood how it would be rude. They made their own paper masks anyway and wore it around the floor.

The blue haired boy sat in the corner, quietly drawing on a piece of paper with crayons. You noticed how he was always alone even though he sparked the defiance with the kids towards the nurses.

You gathered up your crayons and papers and moved over to a desk near him. "Hiya! I'm (Y/N)! I'm eight years old! How old are you?"

He stopped drawing and looked at you. You could see his eyes through the eye holes. One of his eyes looked like it wasn't real, soulless. Your head tilted to the side and gave him a tooth gapped grin.

He didn't say anything.

"I really like your mask! I made my own! Sadly its just paper though." You put on a (color) paper mask with (designs) on it.

"(Y/N)! Stop that!" A nurse marched over to you. "That's very rude of you!"

"But, how exactly? His mask is cool! I'm not being rude!" You yelled back at the nurse.

"Yes you are. By making the mask, your making fun of a serious medical condition Sal has."

"Boy," you turned to him and took your mask off. "Am I being a meanie like this butthead says I am?"

Sal looked at you then at the nurse and finally, he shrugged. He didn't really think you or the other kids were being rude, but the adults saw things different. Maybe the other kids were making fun of him.

"Don't call him 'Boy' call him by his name. Which is Sal." The nurse continued to scold you.

"Whatever dickhead." You mumbled crossing your arms.

"What'd you say to me you lil shit!" He grabbed you by the arm, which his grip was tight enough to bruise you.

"Don't touch me!" You hissed then bit his arm.

The whole situation escalated really quickly. More nurses came to take you to the timeout room while the male nurse tended to his wounds.

Sal sat there staring at you, kicking and screaming, and simply wondered how you got on the crazy floor, as he put it.

Meanwhile, you sat in the padded room, curled into a ball in the corner. You were red faced with tear stains on your face.

Your thoughts raced from PTSD moments to rising anxiety levels to finally to thoughts of depression.

"Are you done throwing a tantrum (Y/N)?" You heard after several minutes.

You flopped over on your side, still in the fetal position. "Yeah."

"Good, now its time for you to eat." A female nurse opened the door wide enough for you to make your escape.

You pushed yourself off the floor and stood up, wiping your face. Your feet carried you out to the eating area. You grabbed you tray of food and sat near Sal once more.

"I'm sorry Sal," you mumbled, too embarrassed to face the boy. He didn't say anything, you didn't expect him to anyway.

After dinner was over, it was time for the kids to relax. They were to read, watch TV, or draw for thirty minutes then it was time for bed.

You chose to draw more, and so did Sal. The rest of the children decided to watch TV. Moments later, you felt a tap on your shoulder so you turned to face the blue haired boy.

He held up a drawing he made. It showed what you could assume were you and Sal, hugging each other with the word 'friends' in purple glitter pen.

Your (e/c) lit up at the picture and a huge grin spread across your face. "Oh thank you Sal! Thats just what I needed!" You stood up and hugged the boy, as well as getting scolded by a nurse for touching another person.

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It had been two years since you and Sal became friends. He never spoke to you, until two days ago that is.

You slipped on your shirt and walked out of your room. Socks slipping on the floor, you ran to Sal. "Sal!"

He looked up and stared at you until you slipped and fell that is. He stood up and quickly moved to you. "(Y/N), are you okay?" He didn't speak above a whisper.

"I'm okay!" You shot up and smiled at him.

The both of you walk to your usual desks. It was an hour before group therapy. The breakfast cart pulled through the doorway and all the children practically cheered for food.

Once each child got their plates, they immediately quieted down and began to shovel food into their mouths. It felt like forever since their last meal even though it was a mere nine hours since last nights desert.

After everyone had eaten, it was time for therapy. Each child sat patiently in their desk, waiting for the doctor. He entered with a smile and waved to the children. "Hello everyone, today we'll be talking about social settings and how to properly act in during them."

It had felt like hours since he started talking, you honestly hated him. Well, his voice. He talked so slowly and his voice never rose or fell an octave.

Your eyes began to grow heavy and your head dropped against the desk, waking you up rather alarmingly.

"Oh, is my lesson that boring to you little (lady/man)?" The man spoke. You shook your head in response causing a small smirk to appear on his bearded face. "Then tell me, what's the correct response when another kid is rude to you and calls you names?"

Sal chimed in on your behalf, whispering in your ear. The perks of having a prosthetic was no one saw him tell you the answer.

"Count to ten and walk away or go tell an adult." A innocent smile was directed towards him before he gave a nod of approval and continued his lesson. You slipped your hand behind you and Sal gave you a quiet high five.

After the man finally stopped talking, a doctor came into the room. "Sal, may I speak with you?"

You turned your head and gave him a worried look. It wasn't time for individual therapy yet. Sal just shrugged and stood, making his way to the doctor. He wasn't worried so you refused to worry.

After some time, Sal finally returned. You abruptly stood and made your way to meet him.

"The doctor thinks its time for me to go home soon. He says I've improved a lot," The blue haired boy said.

"Really?" Your voice quiet.

"Yeah."

All was quiet between you two before you engulfed him in a hug.

"No touching!" The nurse hissed.

You flipped her the bird, which caused the older kids to snicker, and held him tighter. "I'm going to miss you. When did he say you'd be leaving?"

"I dont know. He said he'd talk to my dad."

"Well, let's go draw! Send you home with lots of pictures!" You smiled at him.

After about a week and a half had passed, it was time for Sal to leave. You were standing by him as his father signed the release forms. Tears were in your eyes as your only friend there was leaving.

"All good things come to an end.." You mumble to yourself.

Sal looked nervous. "I can't wait to see my mom again. I hope she's okay. You wanna know why I chose a pink prosthetic (Y/N)? It was for my mom. I hope she'll be able to recognize me." He was rambling, but you didn't mind.

It was finally time for him to go. You gave him a tight hug then handed his bag of his belongings. His father gave you a small smile then took his sons hand. The door locked behind them.

You'd miss him.