Forget Me Not,For Exs Still Love: CryxReader-Ch.10

Warning: This chapter has very strong language toward the end and a very shocking discovery. -Read of your own free will.

Rated: T (for strong language toward the end. You have been warned...)

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I sat up. Pain immediately surged from my arm. I grabbed it, only to feel it had been wrapped. I was gently pushed back down. I looked over to see Ryan. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed, leaning on it. Had he been here the entire night? I looked around to see it was his room. The blinds were open. I looked at him and sat up slowly. I felt a little dizzy at first. He was about to have me lie down again.
"I'm fine" I whispered.
"That was some weird night you had." he said.
I looked at him.
"You feeling okay?" he asked.
I nodded.

"Why am I in your room?"
He smiled at me, "Because after we left the emergency room, you asked me to stay with you."
I blushed. I didn't remember saying that. I didn't remember most of last night, actually.
"And... because you left your apartment key in your friend's car." he said.
I wanted to laugh. My heart beat like before. Was I beginning to feel again? My eyes drooped when I remembered reality.

"I should get going." I started getting out of bed.
He stopped me. "No, your not!"
"Get out of my way!" I yelled back.
My head spun as I tried to get up. He pushed me down onto the bed.
"Look, doctor's orders, okay." he said, pulling the covers over me, "You lost a lot of blood. You need rest."
I looked out the window. It was morning.
"I think I've slept enough." I said.
"Tsh. No, you haven't." he shook his head with a half smirk, "We just got back a few hours ago." he looked at his alarm clock on the night stand, "We've only been here for three hours." He yawned, "We were at the emergency room for quite a while."

"Emergency room" I whispered.
"It took them a while to do your stitches. Even after losing all that blood, you still fought them tooth and nail." He smirked, "Until they sedated you of course."
I didn't remember any of that. He laughed silently to himself. I rubbed the wrapping gauze that was over the wound.
"Six stitches." I heard him say.

I looked to see him still wearing his tux. The jacket was off, showing the white shirt now with the sleeves rolled up. I frowned at the huge red brown stain on his left side. He followed my gaze.
"I'm sorry" I said.
"Don't worry about it." he said. He sat back down, "I guess I should change, but I'm too tired to get another shirt."
I smiled at his humor.
He lied his head on the bed, watching me, "You're smiling... that's a good sign."

My eyes slowly closed.

I woke up to find the room lit up by the setting sun.
How long was I asleep?
I looked around to find myself alone.
"Ryan?" I decided to get out of the bed.
I got up, legs wobbling. I balanced myself and headed for the door. I stopped, looking down at what I was wearing. A plain white shirt with blue shorts. The shirt draped over like a nightgown, almost completely covering the shorts. They were... Ryan's... clothes. My cheeks burned red when the question popped into my head: How did I get into these?
I shook my head, trying not to think about it.

I opened the door and walked down the hall toward the living room. Ryan was sitting on the couch watching TV.
He finally noticed me, "Hey, you're awake."
I looked around a little. I didn't feel as light headed, but my head still kind of hurt.
"Come and sit next to me." he said.
I did so. Why was he acting this way?
Had he forgotten that we're...
I tugged on the white shirt. My eyes closed when I remembered how things were now.

"I- I really should get going."
Ryan looked over at me. What was I going to wear? Certainly not this. Maybe...
"Where's my dress?"
He pointed over to a chair with it draped over it. It was ripped with blood stains all over the right side. I sighed.
Well that's hopeless. I can't go out in that thing.
I had to find something. Something to wear, something to get me out of here.

He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Calm down already, it's fine." he said.
My grip on the shirt tightened.
"Jen will probably be here soon." I finally said.
He froze then brushed my hair back behind my ear, "No, she's not."
I looked at him.
"I know she was behind this, _______. And I'm sorry for not believing you earlier. I didn't want believe she would take it that far."
He hugged me. My heart beat it's fast melody. I actually... felt warm this time. I could feel again. Tears fell down my cheeks.
"It's okay, ______." he comforted, "I'm here."

I suddenly remembered a glimpse of what happened last night (this morning).

(memory)

I tossed and turned away.
"No" I yelled, "No!"
"Sedate her." the nurse ordered.
I tossed and turned once more, "Let me go!"
"I can't get the needle in, she's moving too much."
The nurse sighed, "She come in with anyone?"
The other nurse nodded, "Yes."
"Bring whoever that is in here, now!"
The other nurse left and brought in Ryan.
"See if you can calm her down." she said.
He looked down at me. I wasn't moving this time, looking back at him.
"Almost there." the nurse said.
I began thrashing once more, "No, no!"
He grabbed my hand, "Snap out of it!"
I squeezed his hand then continued to toss and turn.
"I'm right here, ______!" he yelled.
I didn't respond, I couldn't. As soon as I caught another glimpse of the long needle, I began once more. I had to get as far away from it as possible. He looked around the room, looking for an answer. He then looked at me.
"Let go!" I yelled.
He them kissed me. In just seconds I relaxed. They were finally able to sedate me. I was beginning to go under, the room going blurry.
"It's okay, _______, I'm here." was the last thing I heard.

(end of memory)

My face immediately turned red.
"______" Ryan said concerned. He put his hand on my head, "You don't seem to have a temperature."
I shook my head. I smiled at the memory.
He really...
I laughed to myself and hugged him back with a smile.

Might as well ask what's on my mind.
"Uhm, Ryan."
"Hm?"
"Uhm, I was wondering... How did I get into these clothes?"
He froze then let out a half hearted laugh.
"I can handle it, _____. I mean, I've already seen-"
"That's not the point! I mean we're not even..."
He continued to laugh. I gave him a pouted look. He laughed at the sight.
"You're adorable." he hugged me.
I sat on the couch with him, my head lying on his chest. I was happy again. I felt like nothing could touch me, safe.

"Can you promise me something?" he asked.
I nodded, "Sure, what is it?"
"Promise me, you'll make better choices when it comes to guys."
I looked up at him. He was looking at the TV. I didn't answer.
He nudged me a little, "_______?" My eyes drooped.
"I... promise, okay."
"Hm." was his only response.
I soon dozed off once more.

I woke up half awake to see Ryan lying next to me, with a smile.
"Oh, come on, don't give me that look. You can't expect me to sleep in that chair all night."
It went blurry again. I then woke up to him gone. I sat up.
Maybe it was just a dream.
I looked at the alarm clock, 12:18 AM. I had been sleeping way too much today. Loss of blood or not, it's too much. I got up and walked out into the hallway.
"Ryan?" I called out.
No answer.

I could hear laughing coming from somewhere. I followed the sound to a door. It was to Ryan's "office". It was completely off limits under no circumstances. I was about to knock when I heard that laugh. Was he listening to Cry videos? But... The memory of him asking me if I liked Cry beamed in my thoughts. I was confused, didn't he hate Cry?
"Freaking Priest shot me again! Goddammit." That sounded like Ryan, "Fuck yes! Jangles avenged me! Good job, son!"
My curiosity revved up and began piecing it together.
Ryan... Cry...

I tip toed away from the door.
Wait... what day is it?
I thought about it.
The party was on a Friday. Meaning, today was... Sat-ur-day.
I froze when it all came together. I put my hand over my mouth as I backed away into his room and closed the door as quietly as I could. I sat on the bed then removed my hand.
There's no way. There's no fucking way it would be this easy. It- it can't be right. There's just no way that could possibly-
But it was...

The next morning, (friend's name) came over with a change of clothes to take me home. I don't think I've ever changed so fast. I ran toward the front door where Ryan and him/her waited.
I grabbed his hands, "Thank you for the hospitality."
He gave me a confused look, surprised by my nervous peppiness, then gave me a hug. I patted him on the back and quickly pulled away with a nervous laugh then ran out the door, grabbing (friend's name) in the process and we drove off.
"What was that all about?" he/she asked.
I rested head in my palm.

"You don't wanna know."