#but now i’m severely dehydrated have a fever n they think it’s an infection

[maidofmetal]

LOL GUESS WHO IS AT THE ER

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sorry it took so long @derelict-blade , and sorry if it's not what you expected >///<

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- the date on this thing says "October, 13, 2287", and all the clues lead me to believe that... the prototype 0078-yh...

- one of the functions of this thing is a journal on which I can write and save in a flash drive similar to a mini-disk (who uses mini-disks anymore?).I've decided to take note of everything that may help me understand what happened and to sort things out; if it's true that it's been 270 years since the day of my test on myself... no, I don't want to think about "that" question, now it's of no use to me.

- I managed to get out of this "vault", finally, only to come back with my tail between my legs. The scenery presented to me outside makes me believe that, at some point, during my hibernation, that atomic war finally happened.The state of the surrounding vegetation suggests that at least 50 years have passed.

- I think I killed all the giant cockroaches that infested the vault and I was able to make some terminals work, at least those are still intact... The hacking was so outdated that it was literally the last card I played. I found the diary of one of the scientists who worked here, and with it the confirmation of a nuclear strike occurred in date October 23, 2077; so they brought me here with the prototype between 2017 and 2077 and they used us to develop other cryopods, in which they locked twelve people against their will... those people survived the bombs just to be imprisoned here, maybe forever… or at least until the reactor stops working.

- I've had enough for today, I'll try to sleep and continue tomorrow. It's so cold here, but it could be me...

- 10/16: I decided to try to explore the surroundings once more, at the first giant spider that I meet I'll shoot myself straight in the head. I brought with me the gun I found, 22 bullets, no, 21... I’ll keep one for myself.

- before I left I checked the vital signs of the twelve hibernates, they are fine, as long as you can feel fine in a cryogenic induced coma... I promised (to who?) that every once in a while I'll be back to check on their conditions. now let's see how I handle this shit…

- I stopped almost immediately, at a gas station (?) a few steps from the vault. From the hillside you could see a hamlet, very small, maybe ten houses, but for now I prefer to avoid - I was going to write "population centres". I… I'm too scared of who or what I could find there, but here I was lucky, I met a dog, an healthy and friendly-looking German Shepherd... REGULAR SIZE. Good boy.

- from here you can see what looks like a water supply, and if it’s telling the truth, we are (meaning the dog and I) near Concord, meaning, we are not too far from Cambridge... I wonder if it wouldn't be better to… all I had was there... I need to see with my own eyes that... now...

- a few hours after leaving the gas station (??) it started raining, the dog and I (yes, he’s following me, and I must admit that I feel safer now), we found a shelter in an abandoned tool shed. I set up a bed and I locked myself in, now I want to take advantage of this time available to learn how to use this... wrist-computer (?); "pip-boy 3000" is says here, yeah there's no way I'm saying that...

- 10/17: I fell asleep while "playing" with this minicomputer, I were fooled by the puppy's body heat, or maybe it was his smell… but if it keeps away the beasts then it's worth it. I had breakfast with some canned water, I found old boxes of processed food that I don't trust to eat, I keep them aside for when I have no other choice... that could be a matter of hours, since I have not eaten in four days... oh right, 269 years, 10 months and 6 days, thanks a lot brain.

- the dog (I wonder if I should give him a name) hunted down a couple of birds to feed himself, I got a good look at them, he's so lucky he’s not a fussy.

- The dog is much smarter than many people I've met, he helped me find some medicines and A RIFLE! 38 caliber, telescopic sight, silencer, and 34 cartridges in a hip bag. Now I'm less afraid of meeting a giant spider... or nearly... He also brought me a can of Cram, regardless of the expiration date, I never liked it, but if I want to keep going with this experiment I'll have to come to terms with it, sooner or later.

- 10/18: I had to stop my entries because, like an idiot, I attracted a dogs pack with that goddamned Cram and... I had to... I've never shot anything alive before yesterday... I had never killed voluntarily... but those dogs were... I've never seen them so aggressive, they looked like those birds with which the dog (the friendly one) feeds occasionally, spot baldness, purulent sores, I managed not to get bit by the skin of your teeth. Who knows from what kind of bacterial mutant disease they were infected... they were five and... I shot three of them in the head after the dog (the friendly one) broke the first two's necks... then we had to run, I feared that the shots could have attracted something, or someone, even worse. Now we are safely locked in a wrecked bus, I cried for an hour and slept for another.

- it's an oddly beautiful full moon night, I can see the silhouettes of the buildings in Cambridge, if I leave at the first lights I could get to my old apartment by nightfall, if it works for everyone…

- in order to get my shit together I made an inventory of my "equipment": the clothes I'm currently wearing - a scarf (now in the bag) - my glasses - other sunglasses (now in the bag) - my pager (broken) - wallet - money ($ 518 in cash, $ 11 and 57 cents in change) - my I.D. did not survive the freezing, the data is illegible - 10mm gun - 17 ammo of the abovementioned gun - caliber 38 sniper rifle - 34 cartridges of the abovementioned rifle - 6 units of canned water - 1 unit of half eaten Cram (it sucks, but edible) - 2 units of Pork n’ Beans – 2 units of Fancy Lads Snack Cakes – a blue jumpsuit, new, too big for me (now in the bag).

- the food preservation industry has made tremendous strides while I was sleeping ... bah, America.

- inside the vault it didn't work properly, but I noticed that the radio of this minicomputer has intercepted some frequencies; as soon as I find a shelter I'll try to tune in. It's surely an indication of post-apocalyptic civilization, I don't know yet whether to rejoice or not.

-oh, this minicomputer also has a built-in thermometer, according to it I've a bit of fever and I'm almost dehydrated.

- I would give my left arm for a hot bath...

- … and the right one for some not 300-year-old cigarettes.

- I can't get those dogs out of my head... among all that happened to me, those dogs...

- it becomes increasingly difficult to avoid thinking of "that question"...

- 10/19 part 2: while I was having breakfast with the leftover of that Cram (ugh) I saw a person pass by, a woman, along the way nearby: she was alone, if we don't count the naked cow loaded with stuff (it had two heads?? Perhaps my dehydration is more severe than I expected), and she was armed, if we can consider weapon a gun made out of twigs and scrap metal (???), the dog was not alarmed, I was about to go and talk to her, but I'm a coward and I missed my chance...

- I waited to see her disappear behind a distant corner, then I waited another twenty minutes to not hear gunshots, at that point I followed her steps, we are pretty close to Cambridge, and more houses can mean more people, people who could be hostile, that's why I took the safe off.

- I wonder if it's not the case to go to the police station... I'm not stupid enough to hope to find Edward there, but maybe there’s some stock that could turn useful, weapons, ammunition, ESPECIALLY ammunition, better yet body armour, anti-aggression equipment... yes, it's DEFINITELY the case to go to the police station.

- Edward… when the war broke out he should have been 95... who knows if no fuck no, I can't think of this now, I don't want to do the same calculation for those assholes, they are dead, they are dead they are dead they are all dead I’m sorry Edward

- 10/19 part 3: I have two hours of light, I'm wasting time on this fire escape, it wasn't easy to get the dog up, he didn't want to hear of it, but I thought it was safer to try to get in from the roof, I didn't even see the main entrance... if there were people inside... if those people were armed and hostile... if that woman, that of the two-headed cow, went around armed there must be a reason... if those people were trying to kill me, how much further could I claim self-defense? Would I be able to defend myself? Would I be able to ... kill them before they kill me? This is going to be the most difficult experiment that I must ever conduct.

-OK that’s new: there are signs of recent activity, someone tried to set up a shelter in here, there’s ammo but no weapon, makeshift mattresses, FOOD, but I didn't touch anything; whoever did this could come back and I need to be ready, perhaps to fight, perhaps for a peaceful dialogue... I hope for the latter.

-10/21 I'm absolutely the most idiotic and lucky person in the world: after my last entry two days ago, due to the dog's body heat and to my belly full of 200 year old treats, I fell asleep AGAIN... I'm such a dumb shit…! The first unregistered voice that I heard in eight days woke me up, under threat and pointing to me what I later realized was a weapon, who highly invited me to identify myself and to declare my intentions. I've never been so close to wet my pants, but luckily that man was open to dialogue, maybe I'll write something about him and his group later, they are four, they know what they’re doing, and they don't want to hurt me... apparently.

- and now the bad news: when I was woken up the dog was gone. Danse, I mean Paladin Danse of the Brotherhood of Steel (?), said there was no dog with me when he found me, I looked for him a bit nearby the others warned me not to go too far because Cambridge is Ghoul infested (???)... that dog can take care of himself, he'll be fine... please let him be fine...

-Haylen wait, Scribe Haylen (oh my fucking god), is teaching me how to use the latest technology, hardware and stuff, she was nothing short of enthusiastic about my minicomputer, and advised me not to keep it inside my duffle bag, but always on my wrist (shit, it's as comfortable as a wooden underwear). She also told me to wear the jumpsuit I found in the vault, the one that was too big for me, because the fabric is made of a radiation-resistant material, has the ability to regulate body heat according as necessary and, lo and behold, it's not too big, the suit fits your size, you wear it, you wiggle in it a little bit, and it fits perfectly. I'm wearing it under my clothes, it's definitely TOO tight for my liking.

- speaking of radiations, Haylen says that the medicines I found are safe, in small doses even that pre-war food, although fresh food would be better (fresh food here???).

- I like Haylen, we share very much and I can talk to her pretty quietly, she asks a lot of questions, but can't say I wouldn't have done the same myself. Paladin Danse is doing his best to make me feel comfortable, he doesn’t always succeed, however I appreciate the effort, and his "power armor" is the coolest thing I've ever seen! Sometimes I find Knight Keane looking away from me, he hasn’t spoke to me in two days, almost makes me think he hates me, he would not be the first. Knight Rhys is dickhe

- Paladin Danse called a meeting in ten minutes, this time my presence is requested, and now that I'm writing it, I'm afraid it's because they've finally decided what to do with me...

[x-dudes]

Believer (Alex Summers x reader)

Date of Publication: July 20th, 2017

Notes: I did my best on portraying the military stuff correctly but I have absolutely no prior knowledge of how the U.S. military works. If I screwed any of that up, I’m sorry.

Summary: The horrors of war had become a common sight at that point. Seeing the bullet caught in his dirty flesh was a regular occurrence. The perfectly circular, internally burned hole in his shirt over the chest? Maybe not so much.

Warnings: swearing, I get sort of graphic with descriptions of injuries at times, minor angst, I use she/her pronouns in this one, even though I don’t usually do that?

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Saigon, Vietnam//1972

“(Y/N), we’ve got another one.” Peggy called from the next room over. The swelling heat of central Saigon seemed to double in the few moments between cleaning up the current soldier and tending to the next, and all a seventeen year old (Y/N) (Y/L/N) could do to cope with the exhaustion that had begun to set in was let out a huff and wipe away the sweat dripping from her forehead, down to the hairs of her brow and the bridge of her nose with the least dirty handkerchief she had on hand. For a brief moment between cleaning blood from stump limbs and removing bullets from dirtied flesh she had peace. A low groan, however, broke through this peaceful moment as (Y/N) remembered her duties once more, shaking out of her trance and following Peggy’s call through the high archway between the chambers.

“What’ve we got, Peg?” She asked the other woman, re-tying her hair away from her face. The woman who was just a few years older than her seems to have aged ten years in the two years she’s been nursing in the war. Sweat dripped from her face and neck down to the collar of her uniform as she and another nurse who (Y/N) did not know hoisted another wounded soldier from the arms of the others onto a gurney.

“Took a bullet to the left shoulder not too far from here. He’s probably dehydrated. Doesn’t look too deep; Should be an easy one to take out.” Peggy replied. (Y/N) stretched up almost desperately, trying to see the damage, and possibly (usually depending on how severe the wounds are) the man behind them. “Laurie, fetch me-”

Peggy’s speech was drowned out by the booming resonance of another explosion. This was a frequent occurrence around here, with the noise often times being too loud to even hear yourself think, sometimes hearing screams or curses to accompany them and not allowing yourself do anything but maybe flinch. Though you always try not to flinch. Nurses aren’t supposed to flinch, the soldiers need their strength. Another boom, and a pair of snapping fingers before your eyes broke you out of your trance. “(Y/N). (Y/N)?”

“I’m so sorry, Peggy. What can I do for you?” You replied, straightening your spine and stepping into the empty space around the gurney which Laurie left. (Y/N) finally got the chance to see the man she was tending to, and was almost more shocked by his almost decent condition than she had been by some of the real horrors and tragedies that had come through here in the past.

“See if any surgeons are available.”

“I checked just a few moments ago for another man and there aren’t. It may be hours before a doctor can get to him, Peg’.”

Peggy, for a brief moment clenched her eyes shut and furrowed her eyebrows, though the expression was as soon gone as it came. Nurses aren’t supposed to get don’t get overwhelmed out here. They aren’t supposed to. The soldiers need our strength.

(Y/N)’s gaze fell from Peggy’s baby blues back to the man resting on the gurney, allowing herself to take a proper look. There was of course the small hole in his shoulder, blood seeping through the cloth of his uniform around the gash, though even more surprising was the large hole in the center of his shirt which seemed to have been burned away somehow. The flesh below the burnt hole was unwounded, and absent of any scars, though caked in dirt and the drying blood from the wound in his shoulder. She saw the man shift slightly and diverted her gaze back to the woman before her.

“Very well,” she sighed. Peggy swallowed the knot that had formed within her throat. “We’ll do what we can…”

-

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) stood beside an operating table as she watched each stitch be placed through the skin of the same man from before.. His body temperature was extraordinarily warm by the time they got to him, and the nurses debated over whether it was an infection or a fever from being out in the open jungle for being so long. Every so often she would remove the damp rag from his forehead, soak it in the bowl of cold water beside her, and wring it out, placing it on his forehead again, but she mostly watched deliberately, checking every so often to see if he had stirred at all in his sleep. This was the first opportunity she had to look at more than just his injuries, and she took every second of it to advantage. He was blond, the sharp angles of his face giving him an almost angelic look within the light. He was still dirty, sweat, dirt, and blood spackled his face and the parts of his body which weren’t cleaned for surgery, and in his sleep he held a troubled expression, though despite all of this he was still quite handsome. (Y/N) reached for his dog tags, reading the inscription within the metal.

SUMMERS,

ALEXANDER C.

971-92-4845

B POS.

NO PREFERENCE

“Alexander Summers,” She whispered to herself, though not even she could hear it over the noise. “No preference…” Certainly not something she sees frequently. The final stitch was being placed as she switched her gaze, and she readied herself to return Mr. Summers’ body to the gurney once again, and get him to an available bed. A nod from the person who gave the stitches and she was placing her arms beneath him once more. “Joyce, ready?”

“Yes.” the middle-aged woman on the opposite side replied. “One, two, three-” The two women transferred him to the gurney, and wheeled him out.

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“Mr. Summers?” A voice said. Alex thinks he heard a voice say anyways. He honestly couldn’t tell, and he hasn’t opened his eyes yet, which he thinks is a perfectly good thing because it means he might be dead, but then he hears the voice again, clearer. He hears it louder. “Mr. Summers, can you hear me?” It’s a woman’s voice, and it’s loud, but it’s also so gentle and soft and almost reassuring, and he thinks that maybe it’s some sort of angel and maybe he really is dead even though part of him knows he’s not, yet the angel nearly makes him smile. Alex almost forgets where he is before he hears a boom, and knows damn well where it came from, and Alex almost cries when everything comes back together, but he doesn’t. Men aren’t really supposed to cry. They especially aren’t supposed to cry if they’re soldiers. “Mr. Summers, can you hear me?” The angel asked again, but before Alex responds, he hears the voice say “Pam, I’m not sure if he can hear me. He’s alive, but he’s not respondi-” The angel says he isn’t dead, so Alex has to say something.

“I can hear-” He groans out, moving to sit up and beginning to open his eyes.

“No, no, no. Stay down. Stay down.” She replied, gently placing her hand over his chest, and pushing softly to reinforce her request.

The feeling of the angel’s hand on his chest almost makes Alex want to cry again, and Alex pleads to himself, and then to every higher power of every religion he could think of that he doesn’t hurt her. Hearing this woman’s voice care for him, and comfort him when the last thing he remembered before this moment was this fucking war, and he doesn’t doubt for a second that after he wakes up, he’ll be caught up in more of this fucking war, may be the single best thing that has occurred in his life. Alex thanked them all once he felt her touch lift off of his body.

Alex finally gets his eyes open and the first thing he sees is blinding yellow light directly in his eyes, bringing up the debate as to whether or not he’s actually dead once more in his mind. A sharp pain cut through his left shoulder and his eyes clamped shut once again as he tried his damndest not to wince. “Pam, turn that off.” The angel snapped, and the light was gone, leaving his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the area.

“Pam- oh, sorry- Pam, we need a midwife, are you busy?”:

“No, I’m available- Sorry, (Y/N/N)- where is she, Laurie?” A voice beside him replied, but it isn’t the same voice, and Alex’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes adjusted.

“It’s quite alright. Go on” The angel called to the woman, Pam, as Alex’s newly adjusted eyes watched her leave. His stare shifted to the woman behind the voice, and nearly, just nearly, smiled at the sight before him. If he had thought she sounded like an angel, then he was in for one hell of a surprise when he saw her face. She looked... heavenly. What better way was there to describe an angel woman?

“Um, hi…” Alex greets her and he physically cringed, and he wondered whether it was the pain of trying to move his left arm again or at how horribly weird he sounded.

“Oh-” She muttered. (Y/N) put a smile on her face while she turned her attention back to the wounded man beside her. “Hello,” She greeted him. “Mr. Summers, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m a nurse. You were wounded in your left shoulder. Do you know where you are?” Alex grunted, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt his arm.

“I’m still in ‘Nam, I figure?” He replied, cringing once more at allowing himself to be a smartass.

‘Yes, sir, you are. Do you still know what year it is?” She asked him. Alex feels his hair combed out of his face by the soft touch of the angel woman, whose name he now knows is (Y/N). Without even trying, he felt his eyes shut at how comforting (Y/N)’s fingers felt against his scalp. His pandering prayers of mercy against the woman before him were recited to himself once more, and his head shamelessly sank into her touch.

“It’s- ah- It’s ‘72.”

“It is. Good, and do you know the date?”

“I know the month, but I’m not so sure of the- the numbers.” Alex mentally scolded himself again at sounding so stupid in front of (Y/N), the angel.

“Okay, wonderful, and what month is it?”

“It’s October, right?”

“Yes it is, and do you remember your name?”

“Mmh- It’s Alex Summers. Unless you want my full name?”

“That’ll be enough, Mr. Summers.” (Y/N) replied, smiling softly. The piercing deep blue of his eyes bore into hers with an emotion that she couldn’t place. “Well, good news, nothing was permanently damaged, and your wound doesn’t go too deep at all, so aside from some nerve damage, you should be just fine in matter of time. You can’t fight in your condition, however, and if you tear a seam you might get an infection, tear a major artery, or much worse, so you’re going to be here for quite some time.” Alex felt euphoric upon hearing he wouldn’t have to fight anymore.

“I understand, ma’am.Thank you for everything.” Alex replied, voice leaking with enthusiasm. By this point, his smile had been fully present on his face without his knowledge, and seeing it made (Y/N) giggle to herself.

“Please, sir, don’t be so saddened.” She chuckled. Slowly, Alex’s smile turned to a faint smirk as he gazed back at his angel, (Y/N).

“Can you blame me?” He remarked. “Stuck in here, not fighting, with no permanent injuries,” He dramatically rested his good arm over his chest. “And to make things worse, having a beautiful woman caring for me as I recover? Ma’am, how do you expect me to live?”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find some way to cope with such terrible news,” (Y/N) joked, a smirk growing on her face to match his. “Until then, could I get you anything? Food, water, fresh bandages?”

“Um, water would be nice, if you don’t mind?”

“Sir, of course I don’t mind. It’s my job.” She smiled. “Be right back.”

-

“Fuck, wha’ happened?” Alex groaned. The pain in his left shoulder now searing. Alex had been there just over a month, and the pain that had just started to get better seemed to be burning through his body, twice as worse at it was before.

“You tore a seam.” He heard someone sigh. He knew it was her. The other nurses that cared for him came and went. Alex could hardly remember the names of any of the other ones, but he would always know (Y/N)’s voice.

He would always know (Y/N).

“Did I?”

“Yes, you did. Was it at all because you put weight on your bad arm?”

“It… might’ve been” He mumbled.

“You mean, after I specifically told you not to?” She emphasized. Alex huffed in defeat whilst (Y/N) took a seat on the plastic crate beside his bed. He avoided her eye contact, even after she placed a hand over his good arm. This was (Y/N)’s time to huff, and she smirked ever so slightly as she began running her hands through his golden locks, a weakness only she seemed to know he had.

Alex tried relentlessly to stay mad at her. He swears he did. Though the moment her fingers began to run through his hair he was putty in her hand once again. “Dude- Sir, with all due respect, you can’t mess around with your shoulder like that. If that hole gets any deeper, or any wider, it could kill you. That wound is right above your heart, and-” (Y/N) paused for a moment to check for anyone eavesdropping. She deemed the coast clear, but lowered her voice so only Alex could hear her words. “-and if you were to tear something major, we don’t really have the tools or the people to fix that sort of thing. That’s major surgery.”

“‘m  sorry, (Y/N).”

“Don’t be sorry, honey. Just be careful next time, okay?” Alex nodded, a calmed smile stretched across his face when her fingers scrape across his scalp. “Thank you. Get some rest. It’s late and you need it.”

As (Y/N) began to stand, Alex grabbed her hand, making her freeze in place.

“Wait,” She quirked a concerned eyebrow in response, hoping that Alex could see it in the dark. “Did anything, uh, happen after I tore my stitches?” A heavy sigh left her lips, and she moved to sit at the foot of Alex’s bed.

“So, I could lie to you, pretend that I don’t know what you’re talking about and tell you the redundantly obvious, but that would only make your condition worse, I think, so I’m going to be honest with you. You deserve for me to be honest with you.” She whispered. Alex could feel his heart drop out of his chest before she had even said what happened. Once he realized that she could possibly now know the one thing he had never wanted her to, he felt almost sick. She finished her thought before he had the chance to throw up, thankfully. “So, about halfway through stitching you back up, your chest started to get rather… warm. At first I thought it could’ve been an infection of some sort, but then it started to get… red. Like, glowing red.” She explained. “Now, before you start to panic, I don’t think anybody but myself saw, and you don’t have to worry about me. I, um, I am one myself, so-” Alex bit his tongue as she spoke, yet he still couldn’t helping himself from asking the obvious question.

“One what?” He needed to hear the words.

“A-” she checked for late-night listeners once more even though almost everyone around them was sound asleep. “A mutant.” She whispered. His heart nearly exploded in that moment, as his hand reached to properly hold hers, rather than awkwardly grabbing it. She smiled at the gesture and wrapped her fingers around his.

“(Y/N), thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.” Her small smile bloomed into a full blown beautiful grin and Alex swore his heart actually did burst that time.

“Sure thing, Alex.” Okay, he was wrong, this time, hearing her call him by name, hearing his name said in her voice, seeing her happy, this was when his heart burst.

“One more question?”

“It’s late, but sure.”

“How did you end up here?”

“What, like in ‘Nam?” Alex nodded. “I was finishing school when I saw a flyer asking for volunteers, and I jumped at the chance. You know, I lost a brother in Vietnam just last year so when I saw the chance to help others like him, I wanted to take it. It ended up causing a big fight with my dad, actually, but I believe in what I’m doing, and I believe that what I’m doing is right, so I’m still here regardless of what happens to me back home.”

“Shit…” He muttered. “I uh-”

“How’d you end up here?”

“Me? I was drafted.” He stammered.

“Oh, sorry, I meant how did you end up here. Here in the- well I guess this is sort of a hospital. How did you wind up getting yourself hurt?” She inquired. A gentle smile graced her lips, and just looking at her, taking in her beauty in the dim light of the room, screamed at Alex not to tell her his sins. He couldn’t scare her away like that. He couldn’t bring up the horrible truth of his actions. He’s already decided that what he’s done won’t go unpunished if there is a higher power out there. Alex has never been a believer, yet he lived each day of his life in fear.

Alex Summers was never a believer, yet each night he had been in there, in her care, recovering from what had to be the first act of vengeance, he prayed. He thanked every higher power of every religion he  knew of for giving him her. He thanked them for what he believed to be a second chance at being happy, and forgiving, and normal. With her, Alex could almost feel normal again, even after everything he had done. She was hopeful and loving, and the only faith he’d ever truly known.

This woman had saved his soul, and Alex Summers did not deserve to be saved.

Alex brought her hand up to his lips, planting a small peck to her knuckles, and instantaneously covered the area with his own hand, as if it would fly away if he didn’t keep it there.

“That’s a story for another time, babydoll.” he answered, keeping his voice barely above a whisper to hide any trace of his shame. (Y/N) smiled a little wider, trying to hide her fluster at his pet name, and placed her free hand over his.

“I’ll be waiting.” She joked. “Until then, get some rest. And take these,” (Y/N) placed a few orange pills in Alex’s free hand. His fingers curled around them, carefully moving them to his mouth and swallowing them dry, watching her wince as he did so. He chuckled at her scrunched up face, and moved to kiss her knuckles once more.

“Yes, ma’am.”

-

Saigon, Vietnam// New Year’s Eve, 1972

“Thank god.” Alex muttered. (Y/N) handed him a metal canteen of water, and held her fist downwards, inviting him to sneakily take the pills from beneath her fingers. Alex held his hand open and she dropped the pills into his waiting palm. “Thank you, Miss (Y/N), you’re a doll.”

“So you say.” She teased, sitting at the foot of his bed. Alex sat upright, careful not to use his nearly-healed-yet-still-hurting This had become a sort of routine for them. (Y/N) works most of her assigned shift for the day, takes pain pills to Alex about 30 minutes before it ended, sits at the edge of his bed, and they talk. “So,” She begins. “Tell me about your little brother. Scott, was it?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure how much there really is to say. I’m almost twenty years older than him, and we were never really close like brothers are supposed to be.”

“That’s unfortunate. Do you write to him?”

“Sometimes, yeah. In my mind, the less he knows, the better. I think he would be about…” He trailed off in thought, counting the age difference between himself and his only sibling on his fingers. “About six or seven, I think.” He paused to let out a hefty sigh, breaking his watch on (Y/N)’s face to stare at the floor desperately working to push his emotions back. “A six year old’s not gonna understand where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing all his life. It’s not fair to him.” (Y/N) gave him a sad smile, reaching to entwine her fingers with his.

“Well, I’m not going to lie to you, because lying’s not what I do-”

“You must not be a very good nurse, then.” He joked, playfully tapping their interlocked hands on her knee. Instead of laughing, though she furrowed her brows and pouted slightly as she shook her head.

“No, I do alright, but I don’t want to fill anyone with any sort of false sense of hope, you know? If I say you’ll be fine, I mean it, unless something changes, in which case I’ll tell you that too. It just kind of bothers me when these men are on the brink of death, and someone tells them ‘oh, you’ll be just fine. Don’t worry.’ because they won’t be fine, and were I in their position, I would want to know the truth. I’m always honest with them, because I want them to know they should work to make the most of these remaining days. You know, write to their loved ones, pray to their gods, make arrangements-”

“What kind of arrangements?”

“You know, funeral plans, inheritance, life insurance, whatever may be in their will. Those sorts of things.” She answered. “You know, it gets hard sometimes, seeing the things I do around here, hearing the things they say and seeing the things they do during their final days. Some time before you came here, there was a man who lost an arm, and came too late for us to help. A lethal infection had already set in, and he had lost a lot of blood, so by the time he got to us, and try as we might, we couldn’t do anything about it, so of course I told him of the news, and he spent nearly every moment of his last days praying. He would only ever take breaks to eat or sleep. I’d hear him beg for his wife to be happy and taken care of, for his children to grow up strong and healthy and successful, even without their daddy to take care of him. I’d hear him beg for his family to know he loves them. It was heartbreaking. It was so, horribly tragic, and I couldn’t do anything but watch. There were so many times where I wanted to cry to someone, to anyone, and tell them about how sad this man was, or how affected I seemed to be, even though I wasn’t supposed to be, but I couldn’t. I can’t I’m not supposed to cry.”

“Why not?”

“None of us are. It’s one of the first things we’re told when we get here, is that nurses aren’t supposed to cry, because these men need our strength. And when they need our support, we can really only share passing mournful looks and quick, quiet whispers at how mournful we all are.” Alex simply nodded, hoping he didn’t seem insensitive to her. She seemed to read his mind somehow because she began stroking his thumb with her own in a way that told him he didn’t. She took a deep breath and straightened her posture trying to cover any sadness she had allowed to slip through the cracks. “Anyway, as I was saying before, lying’s not what I do, so I honestly can’t understand your disconnect to your brother. Why would you think it’s best to not write to him? He writes to you sometimes, you know. Where would you have ‘been’ those six years?”

“I…” He began, pausing to think through his next words. “I- fuck-”

“Alex, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push, I just-”

“No, no, it’s okay. I, uh, I was in prison for some time, because I had… hurt people.”

“Intentionally?”

“Well, sort of…” (Y/N)’s eyebrows rose, though her motions over his thumb continued. “I did… mean to hurt them, but not as badly as I actually ended up hurting them. My powers were sort of uncontrollable at the time, so I ended up in a government penitentiary by the time I was about 15. At first I asked for solitary, because I felt bad- fuck (Y/N), I felt so bad- and I didn’t want to hurt anybody else like I did then. They wouldn’t give it to me in the beginning, so I did what I had to do to earn it. I hurt more people to keep me from hurting more people.” Alex finished with a sad chuckle.

“Well,” She started, moving her available hand up to tuck a loose strand of Alex’s messy and slightly overgrown hair behind his left ear. “Your brother still loves you,” She brought their joint hands up to her lips “and despite what you know,” She placed a kiss to the smooth back of his hand. “Or, rather, what you think you know,” She rubbed a gentle circle over the area. “Scott undoubtedly still loves you even after you’ve done some things you aren’t proud of.” She disjoined their hands and took his in both of hers, rubbing the scarred knuckles with her thumbs. “And you’re right, he is too young to really understand those sorts of things.” She placed a kiss to the first knuckle. “But,” The second knuckle. “If he’s too young to get those things, I don’t see why you wouldn’t take advantage of that and try to be better.” The third. “So in time, when he is old enough to understand those sorts of things, he can say ‘Well that’s not my Alex.’” And the fourth,. She rubbed the same circles over his knuckles with her thumb. “And of course it’ll be the same Alex. You can’t change your past, obviously.” She moved on to kissing his fingers. “But your future is mostly in your hands.” The tips of his fingers. “So when little Scott hears about you and says ‘Well, that’s not my Alex.’ he can mean it, because that’s a different version of his brother than the one that he knows.” The inner part of his wrist. “He’s changed.”

Alex couldn’t do much more than stare at her hands. He traced her every feature with his eyes as she pressed small pecks to the curves of his good hand, leaving no place unmarked. He stared at her as if he was hearing the word of the lord, and goddamn it he would take it as gospel. Alex Summers was never a believer for a moment in his life, but (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was a goddess of a woman, and every word she spoke was his revelation.

Alex Summers was not once a believer, but that was okay, because all of his faith was held within (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Alex knew that if there was a heaven out there, he wasn’t welcome within a hundred miles of the gates, but in this little sliver of time he had with her, that was okay with him. This moment he had with her was better than any pearly gated eternity anybody had to offer, anyways.

Alex Summers is not a believer, but (Y/N) (Y/L/N) looked absolutely immaculate that warm December night. The soft glow from the lamp by Alex’s bedside gave her a glow that was angelic in the purest sense of the word. Alex knew damn well that he didn’t deserve the sliver of divinity that he was delivered, though that stopped him none from wanting more. Alex wanted everything that there was to offer, and he could feel her warm breath over his hand, and as she moved her lips down his fingers to his wrist and kissed him there he felt a fire burning every inch her kiss reached, yet still craved whatever more this otherworldly woman had to give. She giggled a bit and lifted her head to meet his stare. His eyes bore holes within her own, and she playfully raised a curious eyebrow. A small smirk graced her features, hoping to get at least a smile out of him, but his expression remained the same. He seemed focused, as if he was concentrating on each individual hair on her head, each inch of her skin, each curve of her nose and lips and everything her eyes held within them. “What?” She asked him.

Alex Summers wanted everything she had to offer,

He desperately craved everything she had,

Alex had truly known what it meant to want it all in that moment,

So he kissed her.

He heard the word come from her mouth in a harmonious concern, and decided to keep himself waiting no longer. He had hurriedly reached his bad hand up to cup her jaw, and ignored the pain of moving his shoulder almost entirely as he brought his lips over hers.

And he kissed her.

He kissed her as if she would disappear the moment he pulled away, and held onto her as if she was made of sand, as if he would shatter her if he dared to do anything more. And he waited, praying that she wouldn’t push him away and run from him in anger, and tell him that he had ruined yet another good thing that was in his reach, and that he was right about himself all along. And he waited.

And he waited.

And he panicked.

And she kissed him back.

She moved her hand to his shoulder and kissed him as if this were her last. She kissed him with so much passion that she felt like she was in an old Hollywood movie, and she held onto him as if he would blow away in the wind if she didn’t anchor him to her. And she loved him. She knew she loved him more than she had ever loved before, and convinced herself that she could never love another as she does right now.

And he pulls away from her, a dreamy smile on his lips. She furrows her eyebrows at him, yet still can’t help but at least smirk in return.

“Are you an angel? You must be an angel.” Alex asked, almost giddily.

“What?” She giggled, reaching for his hand once again, and using her free one to push him down on his bed once again.

“Are you? You have to be, because you showed up after a situation where I could have died, and you’re doing all these good things to me, trying to set me back on the straight and narrow. And it seemed to be in the time where I needed someone like you the most. I think when you take account to the the circumstances, you may be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He drawls, squeezing her hand in his.

“Get some sleep, Alex.” She chuckles. “I think you need it.”

“Sure thing, doll.” He promised. (Y/N) bent down, moving to kiss his forehead, though Alex swiftly tilted his head up to meet her lips with his own instead. (Y/N) sighed, yet kissed him once more on the lips, and again on the crown of his head as she intended.

“Good night.” She muttered

“Good night, gorgeous.”

“Get some sleep.”

“I love you.” Alex blurted, and she giggled.

“Tell me that in the morning. Good night.”

-

“Up and at ‘em, Sleeping Beauty. I’ve come with good news.” (Y/N)’s  voice rippled through his ears, stirring him from his already light slumber. Blurred memories of the night before swam through his head, and the second he felt (Y/N)’s weight shift on his bed, he couldn’t help but grin broadly at her form. He opened his eyes a bit wider, rubbed the sleep from them, and noticed her expression that screamed ‘anxious mess’ to him.

“That’s not a good news kind of face.” He groaned. (Y/N)’s placed her tiny hand over his broad chest in a silent way of asking him to stay down, yet Alex disregarded her wishes completely, lifting himself up by the elbows and taking her hands in his. “What’s wrong? This isn’t about last night is i-”

“Shh, you’ll get us in trouble. No, this isn’t about that. It really is good news, Alex. I guess I’m just being selfish? I should have known better.”

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” She stressed, squeezing one of his hands in hers. “Nothing is wrong, Alex. I’m being sent home on Wednesday.”

“You’re what?”

“I’m being sent home on Wednesday,” She repeated. “And you’re being transferred.”

“To where?”

“You’re being moved to a camp further South. It’s run by a guy named W. Stryker, and they didn’t say why they were moving you, just that you were healthy enough to leave, and this guy needed you. And I thought I had known a lot about all these different camps, but I guess not because I’ve never heard of this one before, or this W. Stryker, but I’m concerned. They just sent another guy to him a couple days prior, he called himself Toad, and I still haven’t heard any reason to not be suspicious.”

“And where are you going?”

“I’m going back to my family in New York. Maybe start looking at places to live, because I’m not so sure I’ll be welcomed back with open arms. Finish school, maybe?”

“Will you write to me?”

“Of course. Do you want some help getting your stuff together?”

“Yeah…” He replied. His eyes overflowed with sadness, but he wasn’t going to cry. He should have known better. “That would be nice.”

He should have known.

-

Westchester, New York//March 23rd, 1983

“It smells pretty old in here. Is this a school or a museum?” A young Scott Summers remarked. The hand across his shoulders carefully navigated the blindfolded boy down the short set of steps into the next room.

“One more,” The hand directed, “And last one- oh,” Navigation didn’t go quite as well as a much older Alex Summers had hoped, watching as Scott bumped into a young redheaded girl crossing his path. She outstretched her hand, levitating her books and papers within inches of hitting the floor and neatly stacking them within her arms once more. She gave him a cold, angry gaze, though she knew he couldn’t see.

“I can’t.” Scott said aloud, trying to follow the direction of the voice he’d just heard.

“Who’re you talking to?” Alex asked, returning his broad hand to his brother’s shoulder.

“Me.” The redheaded girl snapped.

“I just heard you in my head.” The younger Summers boy marveled.

“I’m telepathic, I read minds.” She retorted, sarcastically.

“Yeah, well stay out of mine.” He snapped back.

“Don’t worry, Scott, there’s not much to see.”

“Hey, wait,” He called as he heard her footsteps grow further and further away. “I didn’t tell you my name!”

“No, you didn’t.” She called back, angrily storming out of the room. Alex chuckled breathily at the interaction, turning his head away.

Hank McCoy climbed down the large staircase, several large manila envelopes and file folders in his hand, and a young woman with a bright smile by his side.

“- but I’m still not sure about how well that would go over with Charles. What do you think, (Y/N)?” Hank had asked her, though for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to fully listen to his plans for these final few months of school there were.

“I think it’s a good idea. Ask him about it, and if you need me to back you up, let me know.” She answered, absentmindedly. Her eyes had a sort of dreamy gloss over them as she watched a blindfolded boy she didn’t recognize step into the room below, guided by a blond man. She continued to stare as the blindfolded boy had run into a redheaded girl she knew quite well, smiling just a tad as she levitated her papers back into her arms. She heard the boy speak to nobody in particular and giggled to herself as he got to know Westchester’s own redheaded fury that was the telepath, Jean Grey.

“-and of course I want the be- Is that Alex?” Hank’s question snapped her out of her trance, though he had already left her on the stairs to greet the blond that stood at the bottom. “Alex Summers!” The name sent a spark down her spine, though she quickly brushed it off and tried to watch Hank from her place on the stairs.

“Hank McCoy!” The blond man boomed, reaching out to shake her friend’s hand.

The voice.

(Y/N) slowly climbed the stairs to the large platform in which the single staircase broke off into two, still trying to look without being seen. “This is my brother, Scott.”

Scott. She thought to herself. It couldn’t possibly be…

“Hey, Scott. I’m Hank McCoy, I’m one of the teachers here.” Hank greeted. (Y/N) climbed the stairs a little lower, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face.

It’s not him. She tried to convince herself. What are the chances of seeing him again after, what, ten years? Just go down there and wait for Hank. You probably seem creepy by now.

Alex pat his younger brother’s back. He flickered his eyes from Scott to Hank and back again as his old friend introduced himself.

“So where’s the professor?” He asked Hank, ignoring his answer over the sound of high-heeled steps on the wooden stairs. He glanced up at the source of the noise, but didn’t pay it much mind. “Sorry, what?”

“I said he’s in the East wing, second floor. Probably teaching a class right now. You want to go check?” Hank repeated. The woman from before stepped down the final stair and stood by the rail post, watching Hank explain himself again.

“Sure,” Alex stated, turning his head entirely to have a proper look at the woman beside his old friend. She meticulously listened to his each word, only breaking her gaze  to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, which was when Alex caught a proper look at her face.

Her face. He thought to himself. God, she looks so much like her. Thinking of her again made him let out a single breathy laugh. Wonder what she’s doing now…

Hank noticed Alex’s stare and turned his head in curiosity, only to be met with (Y/N)’s focused stare. He jumped a bit, but nodded in her presence.

“Oh, (Y/N).” He noted.

(Y/N). Alex mused. Hm... Nah, couldn’t be.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to take them to find Charles, but I’ll be back.”

“Take your time,” She insisted. Alex’s eyes doubled in size. “I’ll be around.”

That voice. It was older, and a bit lower, but he could still recognize that voice in a crowded room to this day.

“Alright,” Hank nodded, “I’ll be back. Come on, Scott.” Alex opened his mouth, but couldn’t find the right words to say. He shut it and looked back to Hank and Scott, now walking up the stairs he had just come down from. He turned back to (Y/N), who watched them with a curious expression. An expression he had memorized.

“Actually, go on. I’ll catch up to you guys in a bit.” Alex called, quickly running his hands through his hair and smoothing his jacket.

“You sure?” Hank called back. Alex turned to gaze at (Y/N), who had just turned to walk out of the room.

“Yeah.” He replied softly. “Yeah, I am.”

-

“Excuse me.” Alex called, quickening his steps to catch up to the woman. “Excuse me. Excuse me, miss-” (Y/N) quickly turned around, catching sight of the tall blond man from before, rushing towards her. Upon looking at his face properly for the first time and gasped. Her shock quickly turning into a small smile as he approached her. “You look familiar. Are you an angel?” He had asked her, nervously brushing his hair from his face. “You must be an angel.” She laughed, taking his free hand between her own.

“So you say.” She teased, lacing their fingers together. “What are you doing here, Alex?”

“I came to bring my brother here.” He answered excitedly. “What are you doing here?”

“I actually work here now.” (Y/N) replied. “How long are you going to be here?”

“I- ah, look. It’s been forever, and I’ve missed you every day since you left, so we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, but I’ve got to go find my brother. Could I pick you up tonight and we can finish this later? Maybe over dinner?”

“I’d like that.” She giggled. He grinned back and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Great,” He pressed another kiss there. “Pick you up at seven?”

“I’ll be counting the seconds.” (Y/N) commented. Alex began walking away, though (Y/N) squeezed on to his hand before they fully broke away and pulled him back to her. “Oh, and Alex?”

“Yeah, doll?”

(Y/N) promptly cupped his jaw in her hand and pressed her lips to his.

“I missed you.”

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Sick: Chanyeol scenario

A/N: Hey everyone! I want to say a few things about this one shot before I post it. First and foremost I wanted to tell you that this actually happened to me.. I got sick this exact way and this one hits home big time for me so bear with me because its also a really long fic, like over 2k words. So pull up a chair, grab a snack and I sincerely hope you enjoy this. Love you guys! -admin A

“Someone just come kill me please” I whine, cuddling into the covers. I’ve been sick for the past week and I feel like complete death.

I’ve been to the hospital twice now and they can’t figure out why my temperature has been out of control and why I don’t feel like eating anything. I can’t keep down that I eat anyway, so there’s really no point in trying.

The only reason I have even eaten anything all week is because Chanyeol makes sure of it. I love him, but he worries about me too much sometimes. He’s been working so hard and the last thing I need is for him to stress himself out any more trying to take care of me.

Today was the worst of it and I couldn’t get out of bed if I wanted to. I was so weak that if I wanted to go to the bathroom or do anything for myself I had to crawl.

I reach for the thermometer at my bedside and check my temp. 104.7F, the highest it’s been all week. I lay back down but it feels like a brick is sitting on my chest. I’m absolutely miserable, but I muster up the energy to sit upright, only to start coughing profusely.

I cough so hard that my eyes water and I can barely breathe. I try to stand to go to the bathroom and my knees go weak, but I catch myself in time to get back onto the bed and I do the only thing I can think of. I call Chanyeol.

I know he’s at work and I don’t want to worry him, but I also need to tell him. His phone rings a few times and I leave him a voicemail telling him what’s going on and ask him to call me back.

He calls me back almost immediately. Just hearing his voice makes me feel a little bit better, but I know that I can’t take care of myself with how I’m currently feeling.

I tell him everything that’s going on and tell him that I think it’s a good idea that I go to the hospital to get checked out. He agrees and I hear rustling from the other end of the phone.

“Baby? What’s going on?” I inquire. After about a minute, he replies.

“Sorry I was talking to my manager. Since I’m done with my part of the photoshoot they’re going to let me leave so I can take you to the hospital. I’ll be home in twenty. I love you.”

“I love you too. See you when you get here.” I hang up the phone and try to look presentable to no avail. I can’t even get out of bed let alone dress myself, so I lay in bed until he arrives. He finally gets here after what feels like ages and walks into the bedroom to see me in my pitiful state.

“Jesus babe you weren’t kidding.” He says as my body goes into another coughing spell. Once I finally stop coughing I tell him about the fever and how weak I am. He puts one of his masks on and helps me out of bed. He walks me to the bathroom, helps me get dressed and takes me to the hospital.

When I got into triage the nurse took my vitals and she took me straight back because my heart rate was high. I get into bed and the nurse comes in and immediately hooks me up to heart monitors and an IV. They tell me I’m dehydrated and give me fluids, and tell me since my heart rate is so high they need to monitor it while I’m here.

I nod and explain everything to them and answer the questions they ask. Chanyeol sits in the chair next to the bed and holds my hand, watching intently as the nurse finishes up what she was doing. Even when he’s wearing his mask I can tell that he’s worried. His thumb rubs my hand absentmindedly and I calmly reassure him that this is the best place for me right now.

“They need to find out what’s going on with me and why I’m so sick.” I explain. He nods and runs his free hand through his hair.

“I knowww” He whines,”I just hate seeing you like this” I squeeze his hand and sigh.

“I hate feeling like this so I don’t blame you. Let’s just hope that they can find out what’s going on so I can get medicine and get the hell out of here.”

He nods and we sit quietly until the doctor arrives.

He comes in and I answer his questions and he orders me a chest x-ray. I get taken down and get my x-ray taken while Chanyeol waits in my room. I return to my room minutes later and the doctor follows. I never expected him to read my results as fast as he did and I certainly wasn’t prepared for his diagnosis.

“You undoubtedly have right middle lobe pneumonia. We will keep you here and monitor you closely and start you on IV antibiotics and breathing treatments. You’ll be here for at least three days if not longer since your case is so severe” the doctor explains. He leaves the room so the nurse can get me ready to transfer to a room.

“Aghhhhh. THREE DAYS? I can’t handle three days here” I groan, lying back in my hospital bed.

“It’ll be okay. Remember you’re here to get better” Chanyeol reminds me, rubbing my arm, careful to not touch my IV. Before I could respond, the nurse came in to transfer me to my room.

Once we get to my room I turn on the TV and get settled in. I meet my new nurse and she checks me over and gets me started on my antibiotics before leaving the room.

Chanyeol took a detour through the cafeteria to get snacks because he was hungry. He returns to my room with an armful of snacks and drinks for the both of us. I’m still not up to eating, but I take sips of the water he brought me.

“What did I ever do to deserve a boyfriend like you?” I ask, impressed with how well he’s dealing with everything that’s going on.

Shrugging his shoulders, he replies, “You just got me by being you. You didn’t need to do anything else.” He smiles and snags the remote from my bed and starts flipping through channels, finally settling on a comedy.

I try talking him into going home and resting, but he dismisses that idea quickly. He stays with me through dinner, trying to coax me to eat something. I ate a few bites to make him happy, but I genuinely had no appetite, so eating was difficult for me.

At first, he insisted on staying with me and sleeping in the chair but I insisted he go home and sleep. He whined at first, but we both knew that he would sleep much better in his own bed. I could tell he wanted to kiss me goodbye like he normally did but there’s no way in hell I was letting him get sick, so he placed a hand on my face and told me he loved me before he left. I settled into bed shortly after he left and drifted off to sleep.

The next three days were hell. They consisted of getting poked and prodded, breathing treatments three times a day, nurses being late with my meds, not being allowed to shower, coughing so hard I thought my lungs were going to collapse, and being bored out of my mind completely because I was only allowed up to go to the bathroom.

The only thing keeping me going was when Chanyeol would come to visit. My second day there, he came and brought flowers and get well balloons. He told me all about his day and that the other members sent their love. Jongdae sent him with an arsenal of jokes to make me laugh, which then made me cough, so he stopped saying them after the first few.

On my third day, he decided it would be a good idea to blow up a glove like a balloon and bat it around my room. That ended quickly once the nurse came in and scolded him. I couldn’t stop laughing at the look on his face when the she walked into him doing that. I was in better spirits and was starting to get my appetite back. To my surprise, I was able to keep my entire dinner down by day three. I originally thought I was going home by day three, but the doctor had other plans.

“We’re going to keep you for a few more days. You’re not progressing as quickly as we would have hoped, so we are going to give you more antibiotics and watch you. The Infection that you had ended up in your blood stream, and if you had waited much longer, you may not be here talking to me right now. I’m glad you came in when you did. “he explained.

It took a moment for my brain to catch up with what he was saying “Wait, you’re telling me if I would’ve waited to come in I could have DIED?” I questioned, my eyes wide from the shock of what he said.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Also, your liver enzymes are high, probably from all of the antibiotics we gave you, so until we can get them back to normal levels, you have to stay here.” He added.

“Can I at least get a shower? I’ve been here for three days and haven’t had a chance to get myself cleaned up.” I beg. I really didn’t want to be here any longer, but it looks like I don’t have a choice.

“Of course. I’ll write an order so the nurses know you can shower at will. No problem” He leaves the room and I call Chanyeol to tell him what’s going on. He sounded sad because he had a full schedule today and couldn’t come see me, but I reassured him I’d be okay. I didn’t tell him about almost dying. I couldn’t tell him something like that on the phone, so I decided I’d tell him that later.

He facetimed me on break to keep me company and Sehun stole his phone and passed it around to the other members so they could all send their love.

Junmyeon and Sehun said that we would have a party when I got better, Baekhyun and Jongdae told me jokes, Jongin asked me if I was okay, Kyungsoo promised to cook for me once I got home, and Minseok and Yixing promised to give me the biggest hug when I got home since they couldn’t come visit.

I thanked them all, they gave the phone back to Chanyeol and I told him I loved him before he had to go back to practice.

The next two days went by much smoother than the first three. I was still tired of getting blood drawn every morning but I was starting to feel a little better. I was finally able to shower, and I could finish full meals and keep it down. The best part about day five is that I was finally able to go home! I excitedly called Chanyeol to tell him what was going on and he could get his schedule rearranged so he could take me home.

I waited impatiently for Chanyeol to get here, practically bouncing in my seat. I see him walk into the hospital and his face lights up when he sees me stand and walk to him under my own power.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you’re feeling better.” He beams.

“And you have no idea how happy I am to see you. Let’s go home.” I reply, hugging him tightly.

We finally get to the house and I walk straight to the bedroom and flop down on the bed.

“I have never missed a piece of furniture so much in my life” I sigh.

“I have never missed a person as much as I’ve missed you all week” Chanyeol sighs, lying down next to me on the bed.

“Baby, there’s something interesting I found out when I was in the hospital,” I eased into the conversation so I didn’t scare the shit out of him.

“Oh yeah? What happened?” He asked, propping his head up on his arm and turning to face me.

“So… the doctor told me that the infection I had went into my bloodstream, and If I would’ve waited much longer than I did, I could have died… you know, no big deal or anything.” I say, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“Wait what?!?! I could’ve LOST you?!” he exclaims. I could see the tears starting to pool in his eyes, so I try to quickly reassure him that I was okay.

“Technically yes but I’m okay! I’m right here and I’m better than I was! Chanyeol, look at me.” my hands reach out to cup his face, guiding him to look at me. I explain “Baby, I’m fine. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

A few tears escape and stream down his face. I wipe them away quickly and pull him into me, wrapping my arms around his neck. He buries his face in my neck and lets all of the stresses of the week out at one time.

I shush him and rub his back trying to help console him, tears streaming down my own face in the process. This last week has been hell for the both of us, but I wouldn’t have been able to deal with it as well as I did without Chanyeol.

After a few minutes, he calmed down and we look at each other. I run a hand through his hair, gently playing with it as he runs his hand up and down my arm.

“Thank you so much for taking care of me this week. I love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without you” I whisper, watching him intently.

“You don’t need to thank me baby, I’m just so glad that you’re okay and that you’re still here with me. I don’t know what I would do If I lost you. I love you more than you can ever imagine.” He cups my face with his hands and places a gentle kiss on my forehead. He pulls me in close and plays with my hair until we both fall asleep.

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Allied, Part 12

Group: GOT7

Member: Jackson

POV: 1st Person

Type: Angst/Fluff/Series/Other

Word Count: 2,381

Summary: The world is in turmoil. There are few functioning governments left and an incurable disease has wiped out most of the human population. It’s every man for himself until you find an ally who becomes more.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

I’d never felt a headache quite as intense as the one I had when I came to. It was like someone made a crack in my skull, stuck a chisel into it and was slowly beating down on it. Opening my eyes was suddenly one of the hardest things I’d ever done.

When I opened my eyes it took several seconds for them to focus and I saw that I was in a very stark, small room. I was in a cell. There were bars on the only window in the room and was solid and looked like it was made out of some kind of metal. It had a small window in it, but I couldn’t see anything but darkness through it. Where was I?

At that point, I realised that I was tied to a chair. Whatever was keeping my hands together was sharp around the edges, like cable ties or thin wire, and I felt it cut into my skin deep enough to draw blood. My feet were tied as well. It was only then that the panic really set in.

I was alone in a dark room. I was tied up, I didn’t know where I was, I was in a stupid amount of pain and I had no way out of that situation. Every time I move my hands, my binds dig further into my skin and I wince. The only other thing for me to do was hope someone would come along and set me free, but I didn’t think that was at all likely. If anything, whoever came along to untie me was probably the same person that tied me up and we weren’t on very good terms.

I’m not sure how much time passed, but when I finally heard movement outside the door, the sun had long since set and I was waiting out my fate in complete darkness. There was shuffling right outside and I heard the little window being opened. It was too dark for me to see anything, but shortly after the whole door opened and I watched as the shadow of a large man came to loom over me.

“Time to stand up,” he told me. “Don’t try anything funny.”

I didn’t even know how to respond, so I just kept quiet. He cut the binds on both my hands and feet and pulled me up by the scruff of my jacket. Then he led me out of my small prison and down a dark hallway. Everything around us looked like solid concrete, so it was cold and felt claustrophobic. I wondered if we were in an old prison, but I wasn’t going to ask my escort. 

Finally, he led me through two different doors before shoving me roughly and making me fly forward only to land with my face inches away from the rough concrete floor. The landing scuffed my hands pretty badly and made me yelp from the added strain to my sore wrists. Finding the strength to look up, I looked around to see that I was surrounded by strangers.

At the front of the room stood a man with his arms crossed, glaring down at me while everyone else sneered and made comments under their breath. I angled myself up onto my knees so get a better look at them, but I got the feeling the man at the center of it all was going to be my biggest problem.

“So,” he boomed. “You think it’s acceptable to steal from us?”

“Wha... What?” I breathed. “I didn’t steal anything from you.”

“Oh really? What do you have to say about this then?”

My backpack appeared out from behind him and he dropped it in front of me, letting me watch the contents spill out on the floor for everyone to see. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath.

“I didn’t know it belonged to anyone.”

“Too bad for you it does. Everything in that hospital belongs to our community and you tried to steal from us. We don’t take offences like these lightly.”

“I needed the medicine,” I try pleading. “I have someone at home dying of an infection. If he doesn’t get help soon I’ll lose him.” I don’t even realise I’m crying until I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. “Please. I can’t lose him.”

It was the first time I ever voiced that out loud and it was true. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing Jackson. I didn’t want to imagine a life in this fucked up world without him. The truth was that I cared about him very deeply, that I loved him. I loved him. Jaebum knew, Jackson probably suspected, it was only me that took forever to reach that conclusion and now that I did, there was no way I was letting him go another day without knowing the truth.

Every eye in the room was still on me. The man at the centre exchanged a look with the man next to him before looking at me again. I could hear myself sniffling over the stifled silence of the onlookers. Quite frankly, I felt pathetic, but this wasn’t the time to go flying off the rails.

“Be that as it may,” said the man. “You need to be punished for this transgression. I think a night in the cold would suffice.”

He looked at someone behind me and nodded. It was some kind of queue. I swung around just as two men grabbed me by each arm and dragged me away from the crowd. My first instinct was to struggle, to try and get away from them, but it really wasn’t working. They dragged me out of the building and into a small courtyard. There were more people standing around to stare at me and I wanted to yell for help, but my voice died in my throat. 

They dragged me all the way across the courtyard and out of the building complex. One of the men took off my jacket while the other took off a long piece of rope that he had tied to his belt. They led me to a dead streetlight and tied me to it. Then they left me there.

I immediately saw the point of this punishment. It was really cold out and they’d taken off my only defence from the chill. I just thanked my stars that they didn’t strip me completely, but I was still going to have to survive the night somehow. I tested my restraints and there was no way I was slipping out of it. They tied it super tight. They tied my hands above my head just high enough that I could kind of stand on my toes and I was already feeling the strain.

I cursed myself for being so stupid, not so much for going out to find Jackson medicine, but more for letting myself get caught. I should have known they would look for me in the dispensary. I should have taken out the guy who caught me before he even had a chance. But instead I was strung up like an ornament at Christmas, except there was nothing happy about me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see movement in one of the windows of the complex. Someone was peeking out to take a look at me, but I couldn’t turn all the way to see. I was a spectacle. How did I ever get myself into this?

With the rope digging into my already raw wrist and the cold wind blowing across my exposed skin, giving me goosebumps, I decided to just kind of wait it out. I hung my head, making sure to turn it away from the building and I cried. What else was there to do at that point but hope I wouldn’t die?

I was having a hard time keeping it together. I was tied up there for several hours already and it wasn’t getting easier to doze off. My body was completely empty of tears and I was afraid I might be dehydrated, but my bigger concern was the excruciating headache that dominated ever other one of my senses. On the brightside, it meant that the sting in my wrists wasn’t bothering me as much.

There was a moment where I thought I might actually fall asleep, but then the wind whistled in a way that sounded like someone saying my name and it woke me right back up. There was a beat of silence before I heard it again, more clearly and in a familiar voice now. I opened my tired eyes, but I didn’t have enough strength to really look anywhere specific until I heard it again.

“Y/N, look at me.”

I lifted my head to find myself looking into the most familiar pair of brown eyes.

“Jackson,” I said, my voice coming out garbled from a mixture of shock and pain. “What are you doing here?” I was happy for almost a second before I realised where he was. “Oh my gosh, you’re sick. You shouldn’t be here! Jackson, you should be back at the barn.”

“Yeah, well, so should you,” he said, his voice hard. 

He cut me loose and all my weight dropped onto him where I held onto his arms for support. His eyes were red-rimmed and I could feel his fever where I held onto his arms to keep steady. I couldn’t believe he was standing, much less that he was standing in front of me. Jaebum was standing behind him with his gun drawn and his eyes on the building, but he did spare me a glance to see if I was really okay. Jackson pulled my jacket on and pulled me away from the building, but I held fast. Both men looked at me like I was crazy for resisting.

“There’s no way I’m leaving without that medicine,” I told them.

“Y/N, this is not...” Jackson tried protesting before I stopped him.

“You obviously didn’t understand me correctly. I said I’m not leaving without that fucking medicine.”

The two of them exchanged a look before turning back to me. Without another word, Jaebum pulled another gun out of the waistband of his pants and handed it to me. I could see Jackson was a lot more unsure about this mission than Jaebum and I, but he pulled out his own weapon anyway.

“I think I know where they left my stuff,” I told them as we slowly approached the building. “How are we getting out of here?”

“There’s a car parked a block away,” said Jaebum.

“Okay, so I suggest we go in, get the stuff and get the fuck out. Let’s avoid conflict at all costs. These people may not have killed me, but they’re still dangerous.”

Surprisingly there was no one stationed in the courtyard. Everyone who was watching us earlier was gone and I could only assume they had gone to bed. The guys followed me through the courtyard and into the room where everyone was gathered to see what my punishment would be. There was still no one around and my bag wasn’t on the floor where they dumped it out anymore. I cursed under my breath and continued down the hall.

I didn’t want to just open random doors, but we were running out of valuable getaway time, so I started opening random doors until I found something. I yanked open a door to a small storeroom/kitchenette where we found a woman who was boiling water. She blanched when she saw us and as she was about to scream I stopped her.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” I told her. “Just help me find my stuff.”

With her leading the way, the four of us made our way through the building and into another storeroom where my backpack was waiting on the shelf right by the door. I checked to see if everything was still inside and when I saw that it was, I slipped it onto my back. Jaebum went into his leader mode by grabbing the woman and leading all of us back the way we came. He was using her as a buffer, basically, because when we came across two men just before we reached the courtyard, he pulled her in front of us and made sure the men saw his gun pointed at her. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with it and I could tell Jackson wasn’t either by the way he grabbed my hand.

Jaebum kept the woman in front of us like a shield until we were completely outside the building. He only let her go when we reached the streetlamp I was tied to and then we took off running to the car.

The two of them got into the front while I slid into the back and after a few tries at starting the car, it roared to life and we took off into the night. Jackson was still tense, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of what we just did or because I went out at all. There was a long drive ahead of us though, so instead of getting into it with him I laid down and let him give me the silent treatment until he eventually fell asleep.

We drove until I heard Jackson snoring softly in the passenger seat, so I sat up and leant forward to talk to Jaebum.

“I can’t believe you brought him with you,” I said, making sure Jaebum could pick up the annoyance in my voice.

“I didn’t bring him,” he shot back. “He pretty much took over the rescue mission as soon as I filled him in. How about you just say thank you that we saved you?”

“Thank you,” I said a little too snarkily, but then I tried again when I realised how rude I came off. “Really. Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

He smiled at me through the rearview mirror. “You’re welcome.”

I couldn’t wait to get home anymore, especially now that we had what we needed to get Jackson fixed up. I was just happy that we would have the normal him back soon.

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