Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 80 ~

*Not gore trigger warning, but this might contain some disturbing content for sensitive readers

꧁༒☬𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮; 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮.
𝓣𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝔂 𝓲𝓽.☬༒꧂

You were tossed to the end of the stairs. Every part of your body throbbed with pain, your arm overriding all of it though. "Down there!", you heard voices shouting from the top. You had to get moving.

You used your other arm to hoist yourself up onto your feet, using the wall as support. Move. Move. Like a repetitive drill you tried to will yourself on, trying to ignore the agonizing pain in your arm. You sucked in a sharp breath before pushing off with all your might, running as fast as your bruising legs could carry you. You had no idea where you were running to, and something within you, told you that it was right into a trap.

You reached a crossway, deciding to take the way to you right. Your ragged breaths echoed off the walls, despite your best efforts to quieten your breathing. The path seemed to slope down once more. You tried not to let the crippling fear get the better of you as it became more and more evident that the direction you were heading was not the exit.

You slipped through a door that was left slightly ajar. You stepped onto a platform made of checker-platted steel with steps leading down on either side. You took three steps at a time as you went down the stairs; having no time to take in the room properly. All you could tell was that it was a huge hall with an odd teal lighting coming from these strange square boxes that filled the entire room.

You didn't bother looking at anything in specific as you dashed down a row of these huge, container-like boxes. The sound of footsteps at the door signalled the presence of the other men. You had no time to think and quickly dived into another row, crouching low and pressing your back against the lower steel part that wasn't see-through. You held your breath momentarily, listening for where the guards were.

A tingling feeling in your arm caught your attention. You looked down at your arm, having to hold back the feeling of hurling from fear. You had broken your arm - badly. The white of the bone had torn through the skin and was sticking out like a stick in the sand. You could see the skin around it tingling, trying to heal. Crap, your quirks healing ability was to mend tears - not rearrange bones. If you left the bone like this - it was going to reattach itself in this position.

You took a few deep breaths of hesitation before tearing a piece of cloth from your gown, shoving it into your mouth. Then you lifted your other arm shakily, at first gently pressing it against the sharp edge of the bone. Barely had you brushed against it, had a pain seared through it so hot and sharp you were sure you were going to faint.

"Search for her!", you heard the voices command. You stilled completely, taking a moment to gather your courage, before you roughly pressed against the bone, shoving it back into the flesh. You bit down hard on the piece of cloth, wincing as quietly as you could manage. You felt around in your arm for the other bone, trying to align them as properly as you could manage.

The pain sheeted through you with a terrible intensity. Shock waves of dull, nauseating pain rocketed through your entire right side. Having estimated that it was approximately as aligned as you could currently manage, you removed your hand, slumping together. You stared down at your blood-covered arm. The wound still oozed blood. It hurt so bad you could hardly negotiate the scenery that strobed in and out of focus all around you.