Reddie Oneshots

reddie eating disorder fic part 15

⚠️trigger warning ⚠️

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Eddie wakes up in a soft bed, sinking into the mattress and scratchy sheets touching his chin. He shifts sighing uncomfortably at the dull, sore pain in his lower back. In his dreams, he always imagined that "heaven" would have comfier beds than this, or is he in hell.

However, despite the diminishing pain, Eddie feels the rest of his body well rested. It's an odd feeling as he hasn't felt this rested in what feels like years. But the emotional pain is still there, he misses Richie, and then his dad. Maybe he's here- Eddie just needs to look for him.

Straining open bleary, sleep-crusted eyes, Eddie was met with bright florescent lights beating down on him. After a couple painful seconds of his eyes adjusting, Eddie can see properly, finding himself staring at a white ceiling, not a benevolent blue sky. Looking around the room, Eddie realizes that he's in the hospital. His mother has dragged him here many times, declaring him with an exotic disease and requesting blood tests and a million other examinations. Eddie abruptly sits up with a gasp, the sheets falling off of him. Why am I alive? No. No. No. NO!

He's so stupid, how could he have survived? The plan was perfect, his liver was supposed to give out before his mother ended her shift- he would've been dead by the morning! The door to his hospital room flies open and a nurse stands in the doorway, grabbing a clipboard and looking at him with wide eyes. "Mr. Kaspbrak..." She says surprised and Eddie stares at her expressionless, he wants to get these fucking IV's off him, and he wants the heart monitor to stop beeping, he wants to go home and pretend like this never happened.

"Good afternoon, I'm glad you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Fine?" Eddie says but it sounds more like a question. Of course, he's fine, that's what's expected of him, isn't it? The nurse comes to his bedside messing with the cords connected to his arm and pressing buttons... the EKG finally stopping.

"Your mother will be back shortly, she stepped out for a bit, she's been here for quite some time." The nurse says, her surprised tone leaving and being replaced with a bored, authoritative voice.

"How long have I been here?"

"The doctor will be in soon to fill you in on details." She says, almost dismissing him with a wave of her hand like he's nothing. That's how he feels sometimes.

"No!" Eddie yells the nurse turns around quickly stepping back. Eddie can tell that she finds him dangerous, her hand hovering over the pager attached to her hip. He's angry, concerned, sad--he has a million feelings going through him right now and he just needs her to answer just one of his questions. Eddie takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, calming himself down.

"How long have I been here?" He asks again, this time more calmly. He feels bad for shouting at her, and it's not for any other reason than the fact that he failed at killing himself- which is mortifying.

"Three days... you have been in a coma for three days." She answers and it silences Eddie, his eyes falling to the sheets outlining his legs and picking at the loose threads. He nods but he doesn't care if she can notice it or not. For three days, he tip-toed the line between life and death, why didn't he die?

"I'm going to call up for your lunch now, you need to eat... your body is deprived." She says quietly before leaving his room, closing the door behind her. Deprived. If only she knew... or maybe she does.

The discernment hits him like a train, noticing that his clothes are gone and he's changed into a hospital gown. His arms are uncovered, angry red scabs across them going in different directions, all of them different sizes. What if they send him to the asylum? He's not crazy.