Hypocrites: Jekyll and Hyde x Reader

Rat Got Your Tongue

You felt better, you could speak effortlessly and nothing else seemed too broken.

A few days had passed since your first check up and encounter with the doctor. Despite the consistent, and frankly too often, visits from Jekyll, you still hadn't warmed up to him, much to Lucy's dismay. You rolled your eyes at the thought, it wasn't like you were a pet or animal that just needed the bare minimum of survival to build trust.

Pet...

The word reminded you once again of your near death experience. Goosebumps pricked your arms as you tried to rub them away. It terrified you, yes, that you almost died. But it would be a lie to say you weren't pissed at your almost-killer. You hadn't heard of or seen that bastard again, not like you knew anything about him really to get any leads.

Sighing in defeat, you fell back into bed as you waited for your next examination. Lucy quietly sat next to you, concern and sternness written across her face as she continued to stay silent. She had decided the best punishment was the silent treatment for you, considering how bored you've gotten in the small room. Her guarding was more vigilant than ever as well due to the stunt you pulled the other day.

You grew increasingly more embarrassed as you remembered the incident.

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It was late into the night and you had just woken up. God knows why, but your body seemed to jolt awake, your heart beating quickly. You were parched and panicked, scanning the room for Lucy as you grew accustomed to seeking her comfort.

The room was silent, not even the quiet breaths and footsteps were heard. This only added to your fear as the silence felt deafening. Grabbing tightly onto your hair as you shut your eyes, you could barely even out your breath. You felt like puking, the empty room was somehow cramped and stuffy to you and the silence only added to the delusions your fear forced to create. Unsavory memories began to form in your mind.

Comfort was no longer an alternative, you needed to get. out. Your head shot up quickly as you looked to the window. This was your only option, knowing that there was no way in hell the staff here was going to let you out with no problem.

You threw the covers off and ran to your salvation. Looking out, you tried to calculate how high up you were and whether you could get caught. Hell if you cared whether or not it was fatal, as long as you never returned.

Third floor, it wasn't too high up, but you couldn't risk crawling away after you'd effectively crushed your already brittle bones. You turned and looked at the bedding. It was cliche, but you weren't exactly doing this to be cute. You glanced back at the open outside, freedom was well worth more than the annoying pain that it would cost.

Getting to work, you tied the sheets and blanket together before securing them onto the bed. It wasn't nearly as long enough to get you down safely, but you prayed to the god you didn't believe in and hoped they would at least spare you.

Climbing down quickly, you reached the end of the line and took a quick glance down. The world spun as the height seemed to intimidate you. Death or the hospital, death or the hospital? You cut your losses and took a breath before letting go. God hated you, there was no way he'd end your suffering this early.

Needless to say, you landed roughly on a shrub. You were sure something knicked your shoulder as you got up, that'll sting after the adrenaline subsides. While it was still here, you needed to make the most out of it. Brushing yourself off, you dashed away aimlessly. You were in no way familiar of this place, considering you avoided the hospital like the plague, so you could only hope you'd find somewhere safe.