It wasn't the first time you'd ended up at the hospital for him. You never thought you'd be back there, asking for him at the front desk to be his worried companion. You thought that all of that was over- it wasn't. The receptionist pointed you in the direction of the room he was staying in and you made your way straight to him. You hated the fact that you still cared, you wished you could have ignored the phone call and walk away but you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried.

As you entered the room, a tear came to your eye. He was paler than you remembered, his hair longer and messier, with tubes left right and centre. He was a mess, but it seemed he would always be your mess no matter how much you tried to push it away.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm still your emergency contact," you stated. "I got the call and left work to make sure you were okay."

"I'm sorry."

You made your way to the side of his bed, putting your handbag down as you sat in the chair. You felt terrible for him. He had caused you so much pain, but you couldn't help but care.

"Don't be sorry. They said you overdosed. Didn't get clean then?" You frowned.

The reason you split up was over his addiction and the fact he couldn't get clean or wouldn't as it seemed.

"I had nothing else to live for," he whispered. "Why'd you even come? You said you didn't want anything to do with me."

"I promised myself I wouldn't be bothered and yet here I am bothered," you shrugged. "No matter how hard I try I still care about you. I wish you could care about me the same or even care for yourself."

He hung his head in disappointment. "I want to get clean."

"But are you going to try to this time?" You frowned. "I made sure you had everything, I was there for you, I quit my goddamn job to be able to care for you full time, but as soon as I turned my back you used again."

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

You'd heard apologies from him before, but they never felt as though there was anything behind it, but this time it seemed sincere. Roger was a good man he had just fallen down the wrong path and he couldn't get back off of it.

"Please Roger. I can't keep doing this. I left for a reason and I came back for one too. I love you, but if this time you can't do it for me or yourself then I can't stay. And that time I won't be coming back," you sighed. "So please Love, do this for me. Get clean."

He gave you a weak smile, something you missed. You missed seeing him happy, seeing hope in his eyes.

"I'm going to give it my all. I want to be clean for you, I want us to have a future. Please give me this chance. If I fail, leave. I would want you to but for now please, I need you."

"One last chance."

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Written by Charlotte.

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