Redemption (Midas x Reader)

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🚨Trigger Warning: Suicidal Ideation

It was painful to open my eyes. As though there were razor blades in my eyelids.

Water. I need water.

God, my head hurts. What the FUCK is that beeping noise?

Curiosity got the better of me and I forced my eyes open, groaning as I did so. The room was bright. White walls, white blankets, fluorescent lighting. I was in a bed.

I turned my head to the left and saw the machine beside me, steadily beeping. There was clear tubing coming out of it, and I followed it with my eyes, noticing it ended at the crook of my elbow.

Was I on an IV? Is this a hospital?

I tried to lift my arm to get a closer look but it jolted to a halt. I raised my head, trying to focus my vision on the obstruction, realizing that there was metal encircling my wrist. I was handcuffed to the bedrail.

Suddenly I remembered falling, blurred vision, pain.

I shot upright. I tried to move my other arm, but it was handcuffed to the opposite side.

I then did what anyone would've done after my recent adventures: I started screaming bloody murder.

I completely lost it. Thrashing around, kicking off my blankets, and at some point dislodging my IV, causing the machine beside me to emit an even more annoying tone, this time constant.

The door suddenly burst open, a woman running in with a hand up to her ear. "I'm gonna need some muscle down in the med bay, STAT!!!" she screamed out.

Her focus shifted to me. "It's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you," she tried explaining.

"The FUCK you won't!!!!!" I screamed back.

A few seconds later a man came rushing in, wearing all white, heading straight towards me.

"DON'T TOUCH MEEEEE!!!!" I wailed, as he grabbed me and forcefully shoved me down onto the bed.

The woman approached, and quickly jammed a syringe into my upper arm.

She looked almost remorseful. "I'm so sorry," she said. "We're just trying to help."

I made eye contact with her, suddenly confused.

Why was she being so nice?

My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was how bright her clothing was. It was red and white. Not a stitch of black to be seen.

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The second time I woke I immediately remembered where I was. A deep feeling of hopelessness grabbed hold of me. I didn't even try to fight.

Instead the tears started to flow, and once they started, I couldn't stop. I was sobbing, deep throaty gasps escaping me in between sobs.

I was going to die. I wanted to die. Everything I endured, all of the abuse, and my best effort wasn't enough to escape it. Physical chains now replaced the mental ones I bore for all those years.

I was abruptly aware that the woman in red and white was sitting in a chair near the door, writing something on a clipboard on her lap. She had long brunette hair, and was wearing a red cap with what appeared to be a cross on it. I watched her silently, tears still streaming down my face.

"Please just kill me," I begged, my eyes pleading for release.

She looked at me, sadness in her features. I saw her once again reach for her ear. "She's awake," I heard her say. Sighing, she stood, placing the clipboard on a small table nearby. She slowly began to approach the bed, hands raised in front of her body, as though to reassure me she meant no harm.