Golden (rewrite)

17

"Oh (y/n), please don't..." Lanette whispered tenderly as he watches your eyes start to close and your head fall to the side. He cupped a cheek and caressed your skin with his thumb. You furrowed your eyebrows and pushed his hand away.

"I'm not dying, just... really tired." You nodded off, struggling to keep your eyes open. Lanette slowly stroked your hair.

"Hey!" You swat his hand away, he retracted it. "Stop touchin' me like that, it's weird as hell." You grumbled and flipped to the side. Lanette sighed in disappointment and sat back down on his chair.

The male's phone vibrate, message notifications after notifications starts to roll in. He scowled at the content of it, how did that man managed to send him these? Did he not block him?

Lanette frowned and turned his phone off. He closed his eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. "(Y/n), I'd like to talk about something—" his heart sank to his stomach when the heart machine showed a flat line and sounded a long beep.

The hospital bed was empty.

He shot up from his chair and looked around, where could you possibly hide? Aside from the private bathroom and kitchen, no where else. The exit is locked from the inside, he would have heard you toggling with the knob.

"(Y/n)!?" He panicked when he saw the tubes that were attached to you lying freely on the mattress. The saline drip was leaking out on the sheets too. How did you yank them all out in such a short period of time? Why did he not hear you doing so?

"(Y/n)?!" He yelled your name, Lanette's first instinct was to advance towards the bathroom.

Meanwhile, you're actually crouching behind the nightstand next to you, biting your inner cheek in anticipation. "Ow! Yankin them out hurts like a bitch!" You rubbed on the sore spots.

Although you're still dizzy and fatigued, you wanted to get away from him. You wanted to know what is happening. You have to know.

"(Y/n)!?" His voice echoed in the bathroom. You wanted to sneak out of the room and regroup with Tony, Linda, Mike and Karen. "They'll actually help me get out of this shit, better than this asshole." You bit on your tongue as you drunkenly stumble to the kitchen, knowing that he'd easily catch you if you were to go straight to the exit.

Lanette exit the bathroom and caught a glimpse of your form entering the kitchen. "(Y/n)!"

Before he could enter, you slammed the door and locked it. "(Y/n), please come out! What's wrong?" You heard his muffled voice from the kitchen. You ignored him and evaluated your choices: it's either you do 'parkour' from the window or,

Crawl through the vents. You shrugged, you're pretty light and tiny (from the years and years of drug abuse). That sounds like a better option.

You grabbed a metal spoon from a drawer and spent no time unscrewing the cover. "Ha! Ha! It feels like I'm Bames Jond!"

"(Y/n)— ugh." You heard him groan in frustration. Your ears perked up when you heard jingling.

"Oh shit! He has keys! Ah screw this shit..." you threw the metal spoon over your shoulder as it has no use for you anymore.

With all your strength, you pulled the cover off and dived into the small, dark space. It made a loud, rusty screech which fueled Lanette's dread. "(Y/n)!" He yelled as he pushed the door open.

Your injured bare hands and feet propelling you forward. Leaving a trail of bloody hand prints in the dusty vents. You winced in pain as the dust particles enters your fresh cuts. "I hope I won't get infect— Argh!" Something clamped on your left ankle, anchoring you on the spot.

You twisted your neck to see what it is. It's Lanette's large hand with veins rising on his otherwise porcelain skin. You could tell he was exerting a great deal of force as you could see his knuckles turning white and the feeling that your ankle was about to snap. "Holy shit! I can see his damn hand bones or something, what is he, a hydraulic press!?"

"Ow!" You screamed, your voice bouncing off the vent walls. In one swift, powerful tug, you were forcibly removed from the tight space. Maybe the pull was a bit too strong, it flung you forward.

Luckily he was fast enough to catch you in his arms before disaster strikes. He held you like a child holding an oversized teddybear, his lean, strong arms were wrapped around your waist, under your arms. Your legs are dangling in the air.

"What is with you!?" He scolded.

"Huh, must be the um, nutrients from the bittergourd soup." You anxiously chuckled. Lanette only glared at you.

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You had to receive a few tetanus vaccination shots. Your doctor and a few nurses were brought in to clean you up and to return the various tubes back into your body.

Your hospital gown was covered in dust, you were given a fresh change after being bathe by the nurses.

You noticed that they gave you a weirded look as they scrub your body. You sighed.

"Yeah I know, hearin' I'm Lanette's err... friend is like wakin' up on a freaky friday." The nurses widened their eyes in shock.

"Oh! We're sorry, We didn't mean to—" you cut her off.

"It's fine. I would'a react the same way."

You wonder why some of them looked so tired and... scuffed up. You shrugged it off, thinking its because they were tending to other difficult patients before you.

"I guess rich people is harder to control..." you were still blissfully unaware of your doom, plotted by a certain love rival.

Lanette can only hope his biggest pursuer will not do anything bad enough to knock you into another agonizingly long coma.

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A/n: haha James Bond Bames Jond
Sorri short chapter n kinda cringey