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The Visitor Pt. 4

I’m back! This chapter is going to be… interesting. I had no idea where to go from the last chapter.

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Disclaimer, I know jack shit about medical stuff and only know things from my own experience and ER/The Pitt so please dont come at me---Also, I’m experimenting with different types of POV’s in my other fics, so if that has slipped into here I apologize in advance.

CW: Eating disorders, Unrequited love, chubby!reader, depressed!reader, insecure!reader, self-deprecating reader, virgin!reader, bad thoughts, oblivious!adrian, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, begging (ur welcome), mentions of medical intervention for ED's.

Summary: Y/N and Adrian have been friends for 26 years, and for 24 of those Y/N has been in love with him. He has no idea, no matter how much she tries to tell him, she feels like she remains invisible to him and other men. A night out at a bar reveals more about their relationship, to the gang, and to each other.

*the above images have ZERO relevance or correlation to what the reader is meant to look like, they simply match the vibe of the chapter*

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– Y/N

Her back ached, her arms were burning, fingers frozen to the touch. It felt like someone had beat her up.

It had been at least a week without bingeing, and despite the good favour that brought her, the lack of nutrition was slowly deteriorating her body.

She’d been heaving new shipments of books around all day, and restocking the shelves with those dropped in the return bin. The constant up and down motion on the ladder was making her dizzy, and the weakness in her arms made every movement feel like she was wading through mud.

There was another 30 minutes in her shift, and probably another million books to restock, but the only thing Y/N could think of was her bed. Her soft, warm bed. The benefit of being so exhausted after work is that you want to sleep. Your body is so tired that you physically can’t eat.

Y/N reached onto the cart that she was pushing around the library, grabbing 5 books balanced precariously in one hand as she climbed the ladder.

When she reached the top, the effort of pushing aside the other books to make room for the new ones made her head spin, the muscles pinching in her shoulders making her uncomfortable, the sweat clinging to her back making her overstimulated.

Finally managing to shove the new books into their correct spot, she began her descent of the ladder.

A mistake.

When she turned her head to look down at the rungs of the ladder, black swarmed her vision. Trying to save herself before she inevitably passed out, again, she gripped the shelf in front of her.

Before the lights went completely out around her, she could feel herself fall.

Fucking great, now I have to re-shelve all of those.

Were the last thoughts that swam in her mind as the shelf came down and knocked her out.

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Wincing at the bright lights and scratchy feeling of the sheets, she peels her eyes open. Someone's hovering nearby, adjusting something in the IV in her arm.

Great. I’m in the hospital. There goes my next 50 paycheques.

“Oh great you’re awake, I’ll go fetch the doctor.” The nurse says, leaving no time for her to ask what’s happened, and rushing out of the room

She glances down at herself; her arms are bandaged, purple bruises are beginning to form on her legs; she can’t even begin to imagine what her face must look like.

“Miss. L/N, you’re awake”, a middle aged man enters the room, not sparing her a glance as he pokes and prods at his ipad. “You had quite the day at work it seems”

Y/N blanks, she can’t remember what exactly happened, only that one moment she was at work, and the next she’s in the fluorescent heaven.

“What happened? Why am I here?” she questions, sitting up in her bed as fast as she can, that is to say, slowly.

“Well, according to your colleagues, you suddenly lost your balance…” he pauses, looking at the chart in front of him, “ and fell off a 6 foot ladder. You somehow managed to pull down 2 whole bookshelves on top of yourself in the process”.

Y/N closes her eyes in embarrassment.

He continues, “Now we’ve already contacted your emergency contact, a Mr….” once again scrolling on his IPad like a snotty child, “Mr. Adrian Chase. Is that correct?”

Y/N's hair stands on end, “No!” she practically yells, “No! Not him, can you call someone else?”

The doctor looks at her strangely, “Miss, we’ve already contacted him, he's on his way, is there a reason you don’t want Mr. Chase to see you?”

“He can’t! Don’t let him in here! Call someone else, please!” she practically begs.

The idea of Adrian finding out about this makes her want to curl up and die.

“Ok, I will tell security to prevent him from entering the room. You need to update your contact information if that is the case however.”

“Yes yes fine, I will do it when I'm not in a literal hospital bed.”

The doctors ignored her comment, “Who would you like for us to contact instead?”

Y/N weighs her options. Both are not exactly optimal.

Adebayo, or Mrs. Chase.

She can tell the doctor is getting impatient at her hesitation, so she quickly rattles off the first number that comes to her mind.

“Now when it comes to your injuries themselves. When we took a sample of your blood and did an X-ray of your whole body because of the lack of details regarding your actual fall,” he pauses to pull up the pictures of the X-ray, “from both of these we’ve come to a few conclusions.”

“The first conclusion: You have a hairline fracture on your skull, as well as your wrist; we assume that is due to an attempt to break your fall. You also have a break in your right forearm, once again assuming from trying to shield yourself from the falling shelf. The second conclusion, the one that explains a lot about the first, is that your bone density is incredibly low for an individual of your age and weight with no underlying health conditions, due to this we conducted a more specific blood test that indicated you are extremely malnourished. This lack of essential nutrients is likely what caused you to lose your balance and fall.”

Y/N sits there, trying to listen, but all she can feel is bile rising in her throat. She's had this conversation before, back when she was committed to the hospital in high school for severe bulimia. Adrian thought she’d been on vacation for 2 months; she never told him the truth. The weight of it sits on her chest, pressing.

“Now, we examined the back of your teeth while you were unconscious and discovered severe burns as well as deteriorated enamel. Given the history in your medical chart I feel I don’t need to ask why you think that might be.” The doctor looks at her pointedly, but all Y/N can do is stare at the door, terrified that Adrian is going to barge in and hear everything the doctor is saying.

“We have 2 options here Y/N, because the fall could have been caused by bad equipment, I am not going to have you committed again; however, I will need to inject a cocktail of nutrients into your IV, and due to this severe malnutrition, your organs are beginning to fail, so I will either need you to start eating again, or I will put you on a feeding tube.”

“No! Please, please don't!" Y/N snaps out of it, “I promise! I promise I will eat whatever you give me, just… no feeding tube.” she practically begs the doctor.

The doctor sighs, shaking his head before “You will be admitted under round the clock care over the next 3 days. If you actually eat the food we provide without purging, then I will release you without issue. But you have to do what we say.”

The doctor leaves, and through the slats of the window Y/N sees him roll his eyes at the nurses station, clearly pissed at her behaviour.

Slinking down into herself she watches as 2 security guards stand in front of her door, gearing up for the shit storm thats about to come down on them.

— Adrian

Shoving through the doctors and nurses that lined the hallways, Adrian has never felt more fear in his entire life. His heart is pumping so fast he thinks it might jump out of his chest onto the floor, he feels his face wet with perspiration, maybe a few tears. He doesn’t know what he would do if something irreversible happened to you.

He shoves past an elderly woman using a walker and nearly knocks her over. Too locked into his destination he doesn’t think to throw an apology over his shoulder.

When he gets to the door that the nurse at the front said you would be in, his heart jumps to his throat.

Two large security guards stand in front of it. Checking the ID of a nurse before allowing her to pass into the room.

He gulps down the bile rising in his throat; security means two things.

Either you’ve become a secret underground criminal who's been arrested and was injured in the tussle. Or someone found out he’s vigilante tried to take you out to get to him.

He doesn’t know which would be worse.

“Is this Y/N L/N’s room?” he asks, crowding the officers to try and peek through the small window in the door.

“Identification.” the officer demands, looking over his disheveled appearance.

Adrian guaffs in his face, “Identification?! You guys called me?!”

The guards exchange a look that he can’t read.

“Identification sir.” the large bald headed guard says, stepping closer to Adrian- he can’t help but notice it also blocks him from the door.

Sighing, Adrian rips into his pocket, digging to find his stingray patterned wallet that Y/N got for him on their last trip to the Aquarium; his rips open the velcro, practically tearing out his drivers license and throwing it at the guard.

The guard looks down at the picture, and then looks back up at Adrian; holding the card next to his face to make sure it's him.

“That’s me.”

The guard whispers something he's unable to understand into his walkie talkie before turning back to him.

“Mr. Chase, we’re going to have to ask you to leave the premises”

Adrian's blood boils at the notion, “What?! No fucking way?! Is Y/N in there?! What happened to her?! Is she alright?!”

The guards begin to crowd him away from the door, holding their hands up in a placating motion that Adrian often uses for feral alley cats before they scratch him.

Dread suddenly fills his stomach.

“Oh my god.” his voice is small as he stops his struggle against the guards, “Is she dead?”

“You cannot be here.” Mr. Clean says, Adrians never wanted to kill someone more.

“IS SHE DEAD?!” he practically screams at the guards, spitting all over them and their shiny heads.

He refuses to answer.

“Sorry sir, but you have to leave, or we will have to call the police.”

He can feel the pressure of his anger reaches his head, clouding his vision as he is shoved back toward the entrance doors.

Adrian debates his choices for a moment, before conceding.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll go.” shrugging out his shoulders, and rushing out of the doors.

— Y/N

She sighs as she hears Adrian shruggle against the guards, she never meant for this to happen, she’s never wanted to be a burden; but it seems no matter how hard she tries, it can’t be helped.

Self fulfilling prophecy.

She brings her bandaged hands up to her face, pressing hard onto the wound, the pain brings her comfort and something else to focus on.

Tears well up in her eyes from the agony of her existence.

Why couldn’t I have been alone when this happened. It would’ve been easier. Simpler.

Why did Dayle have to call an ambulance? He should’ve left me there.

She releases a large puff of air, trying to regulate herself before she succumbs to the thoughts that plague her mind.

Removing her hands from her face, she peels her eyes open to be met with a figure standing in the corner of her room.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” she screams, scrambling backwards in her bed despite the pain it sends through her body.

As the tears in her eyes clear away, she sees him. Adrian coming towards her with his hands in front of him.

“What are you doing here?! You shouldn’t be here!!” She yells, pulling the sheets over her to try and cover herself from his view.

“I shouldn’t be here?!” he yells back, indignant, “You shouldn’t be here, you idiot. What did you do?!”

“Adrian, you need to leave. Now!” she's never yelled at him like this before. Not in her entire life. It feels awful, but the idea of him seeing her so vulnerable makes her ill.

“No fucking chance!” He plants himself on the chair next to her bed, and grabs her bandaged hand. “What happened?”

“Adrian I’m not going to tell you, so you might as well leave.”

He grips her hand harder, making her wince as he leans forward and rests his face on it.

She can feel her hand becoming wet, as his body starts to shake.

“Adrian?” she whispers.

He only convulses further, her bandaged hand now soaked with his tears, as his whole body wracks with the weight of his sobs.

“Adrian? Honey?” she asks, reaching forward to pet his disheveled hair.

“Please. Please don't make me go” he begs, pulling her hand closer to him, cradling it in his chest. “Please don’t make me go Y/N, please.”

Tears stream down his face, fat and wet with their emotion; his voice cracks with the thickness of it.

“Please Y/N, I was so scared, I thought-” he gulps down, clutching her harder, “I thought you were dead. Please don’t make me go.”

She’s never seen him like this before, taken aback by it she can feel her own eyes start to tear up watching him. The display made her chest hurt.

Despite the knowledge that they were best friends, she’s never felt like she’s truly mattered to anyone, like no one would care or even notice if she disappeared, at least, not until now.

“Please.” he kisses her hand, nuzzling his face into her palm.

She gulps down her tears, voice coated in all her emotions.

“Ok honey, you-” swallowing, “you can stay. Of course you can stay.” she whispers, caressing his head.

He lets out a sigh of relief at her words, keeping his head tucked into her hand, afraid that if he lets go she would disappear.

“Please don't leave me.” He whimpers.

She chokes at his words, taken aback at his rare display of emotion. She can’t find it in herself to lie to him, so she says nothing.

“Please Y/N. I love you.” he mumbles into her hand.

She hears the heart monitor blip at his words, her heart rate increasing rapidly.

“What?” she manages to choke out, “-what did you say?”

When he doesn’t respond she yanks her hand away from his face, “What did you just say Adrian?” she urges.

“I-” he chokes, scrubbing the tears from his face, “I said, I said-”

“Do you love me?” she asks hopefully.

His eyes widened at her words, “Of course I do. Of course.”

“Really?!” she questions in disbelief, voice breaking.

“Of course, you’re-”

Suddenly the room shakes with the sound of the door slamming open, rattling the windows, and shaking the bed.

In storms a spitfire of a woman who carries a midwestern accent around like a weapon coated in honey.

“ADRIAN ALLEN CHASE, WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“MOM! What the fuck are you doing here?” shooting up out of his chair so fast he knocks it back.

“Don’t you dare start with me, what did you do to poor Y/N?” pointing a finger at him.

“Me?!” he looks around at the room like there's an invisible camera filming him.

“Yes you?! Who else?!” she approaches the side of the bed, coming over to her and sweetening her voice, “Y/N sweetheart are you alright?”

“I’ll be ok Mrs. Chase, I'm sorry to have called you.” she smiles, a blush from her interrupted conversation with Adrian still flushing her cheeks.

“You called her?! What the fuck?!”

“Now Adrian if you can’t calm yourself I’m going to have to ask you to leave me and Y/N alone.” she sweetly grabs her hand, holding it with all the softness of a mothers love.

“ME?!”

“Gosh! Yes you! Adrian, who else would I be talking to?” she pulls up a chair next to Y/N and strokes her hair out of her face gently, like a mother with a newborn babe.

“This is insane! Y/N why did you call her?! And also, why are those guards outside!? What is going on?!”

“Adrian go park my car, I need to talk to Y/N for a moment and you’re yelling is making me anxious. I'm sure its not helping Y/N’s condition.” she coos at Y/N, and she can’t help but smile.

Y/N’s never felt so much love at once, maybe she should’ve gotten crushed by a bunch of books a long time ago.

“Ugh fine!” he whines stomping his foot, before looking at Y/N, “are you sure you’ll be ok?”

She sighs, “I’ll be fine Adrian, it’s only for a minute, I’m not going anywhere.”

He's clearly reluctant in his movements, as if leaving her with his mother is like leaving her with a rabid dog who could bite at any moment.

“I’ll be back in 2 minutes.” He says before sprinting out of the door.

His sudden appearance exiting from the room makes the two guards turn to each other with confused expressions, before chasing after him.

“That should keep him occupied for a while. I took the bus.” Mrs. Chase says, laughing slightly under her breath before turning to Y/N with a loving smile on her face.

Y/N laughs as well, “Thank you for coming Mrs. Chase, I didn’t want to call Adrian but they did anyway.”

“Oh sweetheart of course I came.” she sighs, gripping her hand again and sandwiching it between her manicured ones.

Silence stills over them for a minute, but the air is thick with unanswered questions.

Finally Mrs. Chase can’t take it anymore, “Did it happen again?” she whispers, as if saying it any louder will make Adrian come running back.

A long pause settles over them, as Y/N gulps down her words, unable to say them without sobbing, she just nods.

Mrs. Chase lets out a heavy sigh, squeezing her hand, “Oh honey,” she coos, leaning over to give her a kiss on the forehead, “it’ll be alright, I’m right here. We’re right here.”

A single tear rolls down Y/N’s cheek at the humiliation, nodding slightly.

“Does Adrian know this time?” she asks

Before a response can crawl its way out of her throat they hear a booming voice from the doorway,

“Does Adrian know what?” his voice questions, and it feels like the whole world has just crumbled around them.

Shit.

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Sorry for the delay for this chapter, I got a new job and have literally been passing out as soon as I get home; I’ve also developed psychosis after my shifts at the blue light factory so I try to avoid more blue light when I get home.

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