Y/N's POV
It's been three days since I was in the coma. I'm stuck in multiple casts, and I'm stuck in the hospital. Peter is my superhero. Yes, he is technically a hero, but he's mine. Why though? Because he's my boyfriend. He hasn't left my side since I woke up.
Staring out the window I watched the people come and go. I started having random anxiety attacks and mental breakdowns due to flashbacks I get.
The torture was awful. I'm unable to leave the hospital until they can figure out my mental state and until my physical state gets a little better as well. I've had three evaluations since I've woken up. I woke up a week after the surgery and the medically induced coma.
Peter has helped me catch up on the school shit I missed and Ned has been coming to visit me as well. Tony has been bringing me food and he's been working on trying to set up some stuff so I can go home and get the medical attention I need.
After about four more days the psychiatrist was finally able to give a diagnosis. She came into the room with Tony and Peter by her side. Peter sat down next to me and Tony sat in a chair in the corner. The psychiatrist, Dr. Sarah Hammer, stood by the bed.
"After a careful study on Y/N's mood swings, the way she reacts to questions about what happened, and the way her mind and body has been reacting to the flashbacks, my diagnosis is PTSD, chronic depression, anxiety, and ADD. She has shown a couple of signs of schizophrenia, but nothing too bad. My recommendation is three months in a mental hospital. Or she sees a therapist three times a week. If you decide the mental hospital, you have to wait until she's physically healed. If you do the outpatient therapy, talk to her doctor on when she can go home. I will give you 48 hours to make the decision," the doctor explains.
Without a response from anyone, she leaves. I look at my hopefully future father, and then my superhero. I then lean back and start to cry. I feel Peter climb onto the bed next to me and he wraps his arms around me. Leaning into him I rest my head on his chest as I continue to cry.
Tony leaves the room looking like he's about to cry as well considering none of us know what exactly we want to do. After a few hours, I fall asleep in Peter's arms. When I woke up, I felt Peter's arms still wrapped around me as if he was protecting me and I could hear Peter and Tony talking.
"She shouldn't have to stay in a mental hospital," I can hear Peter say.
"I know Pete, but the other choice might not do anything to help. Professional help is what she needs right now."
"She also needs us. We have to stay by her side and help her through this."
"She needs intensive therapy. Who knows how she could react when it comes to certain things. PTSD alone could give her anxiety and paranoia. We don't want to watch her go through that."
I can feel Peter's gaze on me. I could feel him squeeze me and kiss my forehead. Then I heard him sniffle.
"I j-just don't want to lose the one I love. I want to be able to hold her tightly everyday, hear her voice as she talks to me and tells me she loves me. I want to enjoy spending time with her and graduate high school with her. I want to go to prom with her and dance with her. I want to feel her lips on mine everyday. I don't want to lose her Mr. Stark. And I feel like I'm going to if she leaves."
Peter's arms leave me and he gets off the bed. I can tell he's crying from the way he sniffles. I slowly open my eyes as if I just woke up and let out a small tired groan to catch their attention.
Peter quickly wipes the tears away and walks over to me. "Hey there sleepy head, how'd you sleep?"
With a raspy voice I reply, "I slept okay. This bed isn't the most comfortable."
He giggles a little, as do I. Tony walks over to me and reaches his hand out for me.
"Y/N, I've been doing some research on your conditions and on some mental hospitals. I found the best rated mental hospital in the country. It's in Buffalo, New York. They have top notch therapists that are picked to who you are and what your diagnosis is. You'll be there for a while. Until a therapist can give the all clear on when you can come home. They have different sections of the hospital for different people and different problems. Plus they serve the finest of meals that they can afford. A lot of investors put a lot of money into this hospital. We'll be able to visit you and everything. What do you say?"
I looked at Peter who's eyes said not to go. I then looked at Tony who seemed really proud of this hospital.
"Will I be restricted to being indoors only?"
"No, they have a wide area of forestry. Everyone has different coping mechanisms they use. Like some like to hunt, others like to read...it all depends on the person. But they allow outdoor times. They don't have you on a strict schedule so you can do things at your own pace. They'll try different types of therapy with your therapist and see what works best for you."
"I don't know Tony...I don't want to be too far from you and Peter and Ned."
"We'll all be able to come visit you. I promise."
"How long do I have to think on this?"
"You have about a day. The psychiatrist that evaluated you wants an answer to give to the doctor's because you're able to leave here pretty soon."
"Oh..."
With that, he got a phone call and he stepped out of the room. I looked at Peter and he climbed back into my bed sitting next to me. We cuddled and talked for a little while I let myself think about everything.
After eating some dinner and watching a couple of Star Wars movies Peter fell asleep still holding me. I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I thought about the pros and cons of going to the hospital.
I looked down at my scars and remembered each one and why they are there. I called a nurse to help me in the bathroom, I did my business, then looked in the mirror. I looked at my wrists again and pulled out a small razor and added another one to the bunch.
I don't know why I did it, but I bandaged it, cleaned the razor, and went back into the room and climbed into the bed with the help of the nurse.
I laid in the bed unable to sleep even though I had the warm embrace of better wrapped around me. I looked out the window and just realized what my decision would be.
I dealt with abuse, bullies, being kidnapped, raped, and with all of that, I fell in love with Peter Parker. I didn't want to relive it, but I didn't want it to linger.
The next day, I was still lying awake with Peter still asleep next to me when Tony and the psychiatrist came in.
"Y/N have you made your decision?" Dr. Sarah Hammer asked me.
"I have indeed."
Suddenly I felt Peter shift. He woke up and looked up at me. I think he knew my answer. I asked him with my eyes if it was okay and he hesitantly nodded his head in agreement to what I wanted.
"I'll go to the mental hospital Tony suggested to me."
"Wonderful!" she clapped her hands together. "I will get the release forms for you to sign Mr. Stark and a van equipped with a ramp will take her there..."
Tony and the doctor left while she was still talking to him. Her voice trailing off the further she walked away.
I suddenly heard the sounds of a soft sniffle. I looked over at Peter and saw that he was crying.
"Peter, please don't cry."
"Why are you leaving me?" he sobbed. "You're all I have left to love and you're leaving."
I kissed him passionately on the lip holding his face in my hands. When I pulled away I wiped the tears from his cheeks, my own tears starting to spill.
"I'm doing this for you...for us. I want to be happy. But I need to get rid of the trauma first. I need to get better so then we can be together."
I sniffed before kissing him again. We hugged and cuddled until the nurse and the doctor came in.
They helped me into a wheelchair and Peter did the honors of pushing me to the elevator so we could go down to the parking circle for vans and ambulances.
I saw Tony, the drivers of the van, and the psychiatrist at the exit. Tony gave me a hug and told me he'd see me soon while I shook the psychiatrist's hand.
Finally, I turned to Peter. He bent down and kissed me.
"Peter, I love you with all my heart. This isn't goodbye. This is see you later."
He smiled, "I love you too Y/N. I'll see you later."
With that, I was put in the van, the door was shut, and off I went to a mental hospital in Buffalo, New York.
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Hey guys! Finally an update I need help though. I wanna know if I should end this book here and come back with the reader coming out of the hospital or write more on his/her experiences in the mental hospital in this book. Either way, there's gonna be a second book because I'll find a way to write one.
Let me know what you think
-GeoMiner831