The Bad Trip, Part 2 - Dally Winston Imagine
A/N: Thanks, @zeusspirits for requesting this part two! To all my lovely followers, PLEASE stop sending in requests! They’re closed for right now
Word Count: 420
Warnings: Drug mention
Pairing: Dally Winston x Reader
It’s been two hours since we checked Y/N into the hospital. I rub my left temple with one hand and hold Y/N’s hand with the other. She’s mumbled and whimpered on and off, occasionally staring at random objects and reaching for them. “Dally?” She sounds so tired. It’s been about ten minutes since she last spoke.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice is so sad and I just wish that I could make this better for her.
“Why?” I press a chaste kiss into her cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Tiny slick tears leave trails on her flushed cheeks as she shakes her head. “I’m a liar. Now you don’t want me. Nobody does.”
Shaking my head, I brush her tears away as gently as I can. “I won’t leave you. Really.” She flinches when I wipe her tears.
“So many colors,” She winces.
I check the clock again after a while. Almost three hours. We could still have five more hours of this. At least Y/N looks like she’s finally falling asleep. She lays there peacefully sleeping for the next thirty minutes or so before bolting upright and bursting into sobs that shake her whole body. “Babygirl?” I grab her hand and she moves away so quickly that she nearly falls off of the bed. It takes about ten minutes to try and coax her back to sleep.
The next four hours are a repeat of that. When the tenth hour of her trip finally rolls around, it’s four am. I’m exhausted and my eyes are starting to close. Resting my hand on my palm, I’m so tired that I barely hear her whisper faintly, “It’s over.”
Aaron, who fell asleep around two hours ago, suddenly snores loudly and relief overwhelms me when Y/N doesn’t flinch. “Do you need anything?”
Ignoring my question, Y/N turns to me. She’s got dark circles under her eyes and she looks miserable. “I am so, so sorry, Dally.” Her voice is hoarse from all of her screamings and cryings. “I won’t do the acid again. I promise. Please don’t leave me.”
I want to explain that I can’t leave her. That, at this point, I don’t just care about her, I love her. Yawning instead, I shake my head and pull her into a hug. “I won’t leave you. I’m just glad you’re okay.”