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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝/𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐞
“𝐒-𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐈?”
“Stay in there,” She ordered, watching the figure stand to their feet. She soon realized it was a woman, but...she didn’t look human.
Her skin was pale, almost paperwhite. Her body itself was human; that was common sense, but what she looked at was less human than it seemed. Her flesh was decayed in places, eaten away by maggots and worms. There was a green tint around her lips and a red and purplish swirl of hues under her eyes and nose. Her eyes were missing, leaving dark, gaping holes in their place. Crimson blood dripped over her cheeks, mixing in with the blood coming from the sides of her mouth. The longer they stood unmoving, the more the stench of death rose into Y/n’s nose, making her stomach churn with nausea.
She took a step back, her eyes wide and face contorted with horror. The woman before her was obviously dead. There was no way in hell or heaven that someone could live like that. She figured her body must have been raised from the grave. There was only one person that she could think of. And it made her want to throw up more.
Her next thoughts were interrupted by the woman rushing towards her. Y/n backstepped, grabbing her frail wrist with one hand, the other in the center of her back as she stepped around her, slamming her against the wall. Y/n’s body trembled, her thoughts jumbling together.
For the first time, she didn’t know what to do.
Should she kill her? What if there was the off chance that it was an illusion to make her think she was dead? Or if she actually was? She was confused, and she stressed about her decision. So much that she hadn’t realized what had happened before it was too late.
“Too slow,” The woman said in a raspy, distorted voice.
Y/n’s eyes widened at the sight of her arm twisting at an inhuman angle, her elbow twisting, and her shoulder popping out of place as she thrust backward. A hot liquid rose up in the back of Y/n’s throat, making her stumble back as blood spewed over her lips and splattered against the tile floor. Her hand came to her stomach, looking down at the knife jammed between her ribs. The fluids felt warm and sticky between her fingers and she slid her hand around the wound.
The woman before her dropped to the floor with a stiff thud. Kugisaki slowly opened the stall door, looking down at the woman with confusion. Then, she heard something hit the wall and turned her head to see her teacher stumble back. Her eyes widened with horror.
“Y/N-SENSEI!” She cried as the woman’s legs buckled and she slid to the floor. The white dress she wore quickly became stained with red as her blood rushed from the wound and pooled under her at an alarming rate.
“G-ge..t...to..ru..” She heaved, her eyes widening at the pulsating pain that shot through her body. Kugisaki scrambled to the door, swinging it open with a shrill cry of Gojo’s name. Within the next two seconds, the door was swinging open with a bang and he was kneeling beside her. Yaga ran in behind him.
“Someone call Ieiri!”
“There’s no time, it pierced her liver,” Gojo breathed. Her body lurched forward as she spat out more blood, her hand grabbing the handle of the blade as a searing white pain washed over her.
“I-It’s poisoned!” She cried.
Gojo grabbed the blade and ripped her from her body, slinging it across the room. A mix of Y/n’s blood and a purple liquid seeped from the blade and onto the tile. The white-haired man shrugged off his blazer and stuffed it against her stomach. He slid his arms under her legs and back and lifted her.
“S-Sensei!” Itadori gasped, jumping out of the way as Gojo hastily walked from the bathroom.
“With me,” He said gruffly, making the teen scramble to follow after him. “Keep that against her stomach.” He ordered as he eased the woman into the back seat of his car. Itadori nodded and crawled inside, holding the piece of fabric to her body with shaking hands. He gasped and grabbed Y/n to keep her steady as the tires squealed and the car sped off.
Y/n made a sound of pain, her eyes squeezing shut as she clenched her jaw, her back slightly arching. Itadori looked at her anxiously before looking up to Gojo. His knuckles were white with the grip he held on the steering wheel.
“C-Call...Yaga,” She panted, making Itadori look back down at her. “Kill the woman. It’s one of Rokuro’s pu-puppets--”
“Sensei!” Itadori gasped, watching more blood fall over her lips and onto her chin. Her eyelids fell heavy. “S-Stop moving! We’re almost to the hospital!”
“The poison was his blood, wasn’t it? I can’t feel your cursed energy,” Gojo said.
“Y-Yeah,” She weakly nodded. Gojo put the car into park with a jerk of the gearshift.
“I’ll fucking kill him.”
…
“L/n Y/n?”
Gojo stood, motioning for the three anxious teenagers to stay there. The nurse gave a brief smile before motioning for him to follow her. “L/n-san received severe damage to her liver, and a few chemical burns as well. We also found traces of alcohol in her system, which mixed with the chemicals and actually burned the inside of her liver. We had to do a transplant, and thankfully, we had a matching donor in the span of a few minutes. You’re very lucky she survived. She’s awake now, and she’s in there.”
“Thanks,” He mumbled, walking into the room. He let the door shut behind him and strode to the bed. Y/n peeled her eyes open, meeting Gojo’s bright blue orbs. She reached for him, making the corner of his lip twitch as he sat on the bed beside her, lacing his fingers through hers. She moved to the side, pulling him down.
“You need to rest, so stop moving so much,” He mumbled.
“Satoru,” She whimpered in a groggy voice. “Lay with me, please.”
He looked down at her, the tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and sighed. He carefully laid beside her, making sure to not hit her wound. She curled into his body, burying her face into the crook of his neck. Her nose nuzzled against his pulse point, and her body slowly relaxed against him.
“He’s going to kill me, Satoru.” She mumbled.
“I won’t let him.”
“He’ll find a way,” She replied, her voice sounding strained, and hopeless. Gojo draped his arm around her shoulders, placing a chaste kiss on her temple.
