"she looks like she's gonna throw up," one of the other patients laughed. 
mrs. grey looked at the girl with her brows furrowed, "are you okay, dear?" 
y/n nodded & exhaled a breath, "my uhh... my boyfriend was mad at me for going behind his back because i had overdosed prior to that night. i promised him i wouldn't go back & do more drugs." she started tearing up, "obviously i lied because three weeks later, he caught me." 
one of the patients hesitantly raised her hand. mrs. grey looked over & nodded, "yes, marceline?" 
"so, your boyfriend is the whole reason you're here? you didn't see the problem & check yourself in?" 
y/n felt tears slowly streaming down her face, "i relapsed & my boyfriend noticed i wasn't getting better. he's the whole reason i'm alive & three months sober right now." 
marceline nodded & looked down, a guilty expression on her face, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean anything by it."
 ignoring the girl, y/n played with the hem of gray sweater, "is that all i have to say?" 
mrs. grey pursed her lips & nodded, "if you're comfortable i would like you to tell everyone some of your hardships & struggles while being here, but i'll leave that up to you."
y/n wiped her eyes & smiled, "there's not much to it, just don't get caught up in anything." 
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"how are you feeling?" finn teared up while she sat in front of him. 
"i'm fine, you?" 
he put his hand over his mouth & continued to cry. it had been a while since they last talked, considering that finn has been very busy. "there are articles everywhere, y/n/n." 
he stared down at this hands that were folded on the table, "i miss you so much." he sniffled. 
y/n reached forward & grabbed one of his hands, "i'm out in like three weeks, finn. we made it, i'm sober."
"are you really though?" he casted his teary gaze up to meet hers, a sense of tension in his words, "you really promise me it's the real deal this time?" 
furrowing her brows, y/n frowned, "c'mon finn, don't be like this. not right now." 
"i can't help it, i can't." his grip on her hand tightened, "y/n when i found you... i-i couldn't- fuck!" he started crying harder, pulling his hand away to quickly wipe his tears. he couldn't even finish his sentence. 
he rested his face into his palm while he whined, harsh sniffles coming out of his mouth. y/n teared up as well, holding a guilty expression on her face. why'd it have to be like this? why did he have to be the one to find her? 
she never meant to intentionally burden him with the trauma of that day.
"finn i'm sorry." 
he looked up at her, his nose & cheeks red & stained with tears, "oh you're sorry? you're fucking sorry?" he choked out bitterly.
"i had to sit next to your unconscious body, talking to the fucking nine-one-one operator while i was having a panic attack. i had to make sure your weren't fucking dead, i had to do it all, it was me." he glared at her. "i had to sit there & watch them pick up your limp body on the stretcher. do you really think a sorry is gonna fix that?"