TW: Descriptions of Withdrawal Symptoms, Seizures, Mentions of Childhood trauma

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It had been three hours since y/n had visited with her mom. Three hours since she left her mom with more questions than answers. Almost two hours into her research despite the fact that she said she was going to make a phone call. Boxes upon boxes were stacked on her kitchen table. Filled with documents including but not limited to social security, insurance, doctor visits, hospital stays, anything that could help her investigate how and why she had forgotten Michael. She had kept all the papers her mother had on her, just incase the worst had come and maybe just maybe she needed to leave the country. You can never be to sure.

Her eyes had grown tired of reading all the information put in devastatingly small print.

'How the hell do people read all of this in the first place?' Y/n thought as she paged through the next layer of documents. Michael surprisingly didn't bother her, but it was in his nature to watch from afar. He wished he could help- however he wasn't knowledgeable when it came to things like this.

His head started to buzz and twinge and he could feel his balance loosening. He dropped his knife and grabbed his head as he used the doorframe for support. "Michael?" Y/n stood up from her seat and looked over the mountains of paperwork to see where he was. The throbbing in his head began to worsen as his hands started to shake. It was happening again.

"Michael what's wrong?" A mix of fear and confusion washed over her face. Michael fell to his knees, gripping his chest. His eyes couldn't focus on Y/n.

He saw two of everything, making him even more confused with every move he would make. "Michael..." Her words weren't getting through to him. She had no idea what was happening. One moment he was normal, the the next he was like this.

Michael had been having these episodes for about two weeks, a couple days after he had escaped from Smiths Grove. He made sure to hide from Y/n when he had them. At first they weren't anything that bothered him, but day by day they got worse. This time he couldn't hide. He started thrashing his head uncontrollably; grabbing onto the door frame struggling to gain control over his body.

Y/n felt so useless watching him like this. But she didn't want to get hurt or freighten him in this state. He was having some sort of seizure.

Michael's mind slowly came back to him; his vision clearing with it. Feeling his heartbeat in his throat, Michael thought about what happened. About what Y/n would think of him after the episode he just had. The last thing he wanted was for Y/n to be afraid of him.

"Can you hear me now?" She knelt infront of him slowly. Fuck, even kneeling he was scary because of how big he actually was. She gulped and looked at his slowly rising head.

With the way he was acting, he had recovered somewhat quickly. Something told her that this wasn't the first time Michael had experienced this.

He nodded once. "Michael, something tells me that this has happened more than once"

She handed him a notebook and pen.

"You don't have to write anything, your hands might be shaking still. This is just incase"

Y/n took a breath before continuing

"Has this happened to you before?"

It took a second for Michael to respond, but he shook his head once.

"Michael...don't lie to me"

A few moments past and he lifted the pencil and notebook.

Scribbling something short down; he had the notebook held infront of her face in no time.

She sighed. Just how long has he been keeping this from her?

"This might be a bit taboo to bring up, but when did these start?"

Y/n knew the consequences of potentially bringing up a harmful past; but when you're a cold hearted killer like Michael, he could care less about his past... besides the memories with Y/n in it.

He couldn't lie to her- not like this. Showing such thoughtfulness to him. It almost felt like a gift being treated like a person rather than a murderous beast in chains.

'Damn he writes fast' she thought and bit her cheek. "So you didn't have these episodes at the Sanitarium. Then what could cause something like this?" Y/n muttered and chewed her inner cheek. These Seizures started after he escaped, got that, but what could be the outlier. "They gave you medicine when you were there?" He nodded again.

He reminded how the nurses would sit across from him. Glaring at him while he took each pill one by one. He lost count of the amount of pills he had to take a while ago. Anti-anxiety, Anti-depressants, Sleeping medication to combat the side effects of the Anti-depressants/anxiety meds.

As he got older, he didn't like showing his face to nurses- or to anyone for that matter. His mask restricted him from reaching his mouth and refused to take them off. They'd put him in a room and wouldn't let him out until he took the pills since strapping him down to a table was out of the question due to his strength.

If he had to take an estimate, he took about 10 pills per day.

"It could be that you're experiencing withdrawal symptoms. These shouldn't keep bothering you after a month, unless the dosage was extremely high" she put her hand on his larger one. 'The fucking mental health system in the country, it's sickening that they pump patients full of medicine that could hurt them'

'Medicine'

Her eyebrows furrowed.

"You're okay now?" she looked at Michael deep in thought. He lifted the pre-written response of 'yes'.

She gave a comforting tap on his hand and stood up.

Sitting back in her chair, Y/n pulled out box relating to doctors visits. They weren't the original papers, they were just plain copies. Immediately looking at the top of the pages for the date, not caring to read what it had on them. She'd get to that later.

All the way back to 1992, when she had just turned 10 and was still visiting a pediatrician. That was a good place to stop.

Her eyes carefully scanned the paper. Date of birth, height, weight, bla bla bla.

There was a long written bullet point list, barely readable due to the pediatricians quick yet not so efficiently handwriting.

Assessment:

• Has trouble sleeping

• Anxiety has worsened

• Has trouble focusing

• Fidgeting constantly

• Obsessing/Constantly thinking about a boy

Plan:

Prescription medication TEMPORARY UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

Diazepam 2.5 mgs; 3 times a day by mouth

'Diazepam? I don't remembered taking an prescription meds as a child'

Her fingers continued folding through them, until the next one that stood out to her. A year after the previous appointment note she had read.

Assessment:

• Anxiety levels have decreased

• Focus has gotten better in school

• Has trouble remembering things

Plan: Prescription medication

Semi permanent

Diazepam 3 mgs; 3 times a day by mouth

Y/n squinted in suspicion at 'Semi permanent'. Her eyes scanned the end of the page at a note.

Extra Notes: Mrs. L/n has requested that Y/n continues the medication.

Watch for any forms of memory loss

Memory loss- how the fuck did she develop memory loss all of a sudden. The memory loss seemed to be lined up with the time she took the medicine. Could it be?

She slid over the laptop and pulled open the web browser.

Michael watched her intently, how beautiful she looked. Even with disheveled hair and a robe over her old band shirt with tacky pajama pants to top it off.

However, she'd been hunched over the table looking at paperwork for hours. Which he wasn't so fond of.

He pulled back her chair, earning a confused noise from Y/n. He slid his hands under her arms and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

"Not again" she whined and reached for the table.

"Michael puhhhleaase I'm so close to cracking this mystery" Y/n pawed at Michael's back and kicked her legs. It was no use.

The masked killer plopped Y/n on the couch like she was a pillow. Earning him a glare from the upset girl, he held up his notebook

She pressed out her bottom lip and did her best attempt at puppy eyes "Please?"

Michael found her attempt at it almost humorous, almost. He shook his head once. "AUGHHH you're no fair! This is important" sprang off of the couch and made a run for it. Only for Michael to grab her waist and pull her back into his body.

Letting out an inhuman squeal because of how hard he was gripping her sides "Okay okay! It hurts I give in!" She gripped his forearms tightly and wiggled. A little amused by Y/n's reaction, he obliged and instead wrapped his arms around her. Picking her up and tossing her back on the couch.

She crossed her arms and huffed while leaning back so her head was resting on a pillow. "I'm so getting you back for thi-" one of his arms caged her in. Immediately making the girl shut her mouth. He leaned over her, breathing quietly. "M-" he pressed his thumb on her lips. Cradling her chin with the rest of his fingers, not letting her get a single syllable out. Hushing her silently.

Michael didn't need to say anything because Y/n already understood. He really did want her to rest. He removed his thumb then his whole hand from her lip and chin. He rose back to his full height again and walked away.

As for Y/n? Her face was a heated mess

'What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck'

She internally screamed and grabbed another pillow, holding it tightly.

'I should be the one worrying about him-' her mind wars continued.

'No no he can take care of himself- but he's probably not familiar with how the world works- why would he care he's a killer?! Who...who cares about me'

She signed into the pillow and rolled over

'He's done horrible things. Things too gruesome to describe. But'

She exhaled

'He treats me like I'm a treasure' she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks again.

'Fuck... get a hold of yourself Y/n'

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