Can't be Cured (R6S X Male Reader)

Chapter 19: Corruptions End

"A true warrior fights not because he hates the one in front of him. . . But because he loves the one behind him."
-Unknown

With all the physical pain I was in, the beatings, cuts, cracked and broken bones. . . nothing compared to what I was feeling inside. My being was covered in a flood of grief, a tidal wave of shame hit me harder than Oliver did. I tried to keep it all inside, I tired and I tried and I tried but I just couldn't. . . I focused on Grace, the scent of her hair, her cold cheek pressed against my exposed and wounded chest. It didn't help much, my eyes filled with tears as I bit my lip to suppress it. 

Dokkaebi: Y/n?

I held her tighter in my arms, I could sense how uncomfortable she was. But in my selfishness I refused to let go, all I wanted was this dread to go away, to be gone. But in the face of the cold reality that is life, nothing but my sanity faltered. 

Dokkaebi: Y/n your hurting me.

Grace struggled, she pulled herself away from my weakened grip. My legs went numb as she shoved me back, I couldn't stand anymore. I collapsed as my legs gave out, it was only then I realized just how much blood was draining from my body.

Dokkaebi: Are. . . are you ok? Why aren't you healing?

Fiend: I. . . I don't know.

I tried to make it to my feet but fell as a sharp burn went through my chest, dazed and confused I fell to my hands and knees. Then I heard the shot, it ringed in my ears like Graces echoing voice. As she raised her rifle franticly looking for the shooter I could only focus on her, I pushed her down to the ground covering her as another shot stung into my back. My nails dug into the ground as my cries of agony escaped my lungs, I looked back as the muzzle flash from the sniper became visible. I felt it go by my head, the cracking sound it made as it passed by me was frightening, but my rage overwhelmed any fear I had. 

Dokkaebi: No Y/n get down!

I walked forward grabbing my weapon from my back, the steel head slammed into the ground as I let it drag behind me. As the flash of the rifle became visible I felt the bullets burn, my blood sprayed out behind me in a mist. I stumbled as I fell to one knee, I pushed up taking another step before falling to the ground. I let go of my hammer as I began to crawl towards the shooter, the spotlight from the helicopter shined on the sniper revealing him. But to me he was a blur, though the shooting that followed alliterated him. It was the last bit of satisfaction I had before the pain overwhelmed me, I could barely breath through the broken ribs, collapsed lung and the blood I was spitting up. I thought I heard my name being called but my ears wouldn't stop ringing, my head throbbed in pain as my arms and legs started to feel numb. I could see a bright light coming down from the sky, the wind from it was strong with a sound loud enough to hear. As I closed my eyes I could feel pressure all around my chest, there was no pain as I felt warm all over. It was nearly relaxing as all my pain drifted away, and with one last breath I drifted off. 

I awake slowly, my head felt cloudy and I was extremely nauseated. I wasn't in any physical pain strangely, since I could remember everything and knew I was wounded. Nothing was around but the beeping heart monitor, I reached for the call button extending my arm. I stopped in shock, it nearly seemed fake, a lie, an illusion. My hand wasn't the midnight black color with stone or armor like skin, it was fleshy and it's original color. I looked over my body seeing it's natural pigment, all though my size and muscle mass have remained. I was overwhelmed by it all as I teared up slightly, I smiled the whole time as I cleared the liquid from my eyes. 

???: Glad to see you awake.

I looked up to the door, I saw a familiar face. Not one I was expecting which raised some questions.