Fate (Whitty x Reader Slowburn)

Bullet Wound

As the eyes stare at them, Y/N couldn't help but stare back despite every part of them screaming for them to turn and run away. There was something mesmerising about how their eyes glowed in the darkness of the alley, an unnatural warmth radiating from them every passing second, absolutely terrifying but like not gonna lie kinda cool. However, there wasn't really much time to dwell on this as Y/N's eyes start to adjust to the dark. What they are met with is a very large person with a bomb-shaped head. Fear starts to rise in Y/N's chest, what the heck was this? Is this a costume? Why are they just sitting in this alleyway? Finally, the figure makes a sound, letting out a pained grunt as they seem to try to get up from the wall.

Y/n finally remembers why they came down here in the first place and looks down to see the figure had a bullet wound in the shoulder. They suppose it's finally time to stop gawking and actually help this uh person? They carefully start moving forward towards the injured figure, resulting in the bomb headed individual to immediately get fearful and defensive. Their voice sounds exactly like the breathing that Y/N had heard earlier. "S-Stay back! Leave me alone!"

"Wait! You're hurt, let me help you." Y/N found that came out a little more authoritative than they intended but this person needed help and badly. They get close enough to see that the bullet wound was pretty bad, it was bleeding freely, that's not good. With Y/N so close, the large figure's breathing starts to pick up once more, it seemed that despite their vast size difference, the figure was more scared of Y/N than Y/N was scared of them. They look at the figure and give them the brightest smile they can muster. "It's going to be ok! I won't leave until I know you're going to be ok!" The figure makes a confused expression but doesn't continue trying to get away. They were still tense but at least they'll stay still.

Y/N decided they would call an ambulance but first, they had to stop the bleeding and quickly. Remembering basic first aid they knew they had to apply pressure to the wound, so they unzip their jacket, bundle it up and press it against the figure's shoulder. The stranger lets out a hiss of pain as Y/N does so. As the cold of the winter sets in, Y/N can feel a harsh shiver run up their body. However, the adrenaline of the moment was keeping them going. Y/N decides to start talking with them to keep them calm. "Sorry! But I need to apply pressure or you'll keep bleeding!" Y/N lets out a sigh and smiles warmly. "My name is Y/N by the way, what's yours?" The figure grits their teeth and hesitates to answer Y/N's question. After a few seconds of silence, they finally answer.

"Whitty..."

Y/N blinks a few times. "Haven't heard a name like that before. Well, it's nice to meet you Whitty. If only we could've met in a less dire situation huh?" Y/N chuckles lightly, trying to use humour to make the situation just a little better. But all they get in reply from Whitty is silence. Well, that's awkward. Y/N can start to feel the chill of the cold winter air start to seep through their skin, the adrenaline right now no longer helping in fending it off. 

"Just real quick what pronouns do you use?" Whitty tilts his head so Y/N clarifies. "Oh uh are you a he, a she, they or something else?" This doesn't seem to enlighten Whitty anymore than before but he answers at the best of his ability. "Uh...he?" Y/N nods with a smile. "Sweet, thanks for letting me know."

"If you can, can I get you to lean forward, I need to see if there is an exit wound for the bullet." Whitty still hesitates to do what Y/N says but eventually, he leans forward, allowing Y/N to see that there is an exit wound so luckily there is no bullet embedded in Whitty's shoulder but it does mean that there is another wound that needs to be patched. "Ok, now we just need a bandage that will last long enough to get you to the hospital." Whitty makes an undescribable expression, one of mild confusion but also dread. Y/N takes Whitty's hand and moves it to hold onto the jacket against the shoulder wound. "Just hold that there while I go get some bandages ok? Make sure to just keep applying pressure." Whitty nods idly and holds the jacket in place.

Y/N stands up and looks out to the exit of the alley, they know that there is a first aid kit at the restaurant so they decide that they will call 911 while going to get it, then they'll bandage up Whitty and wait for the ambulance to arrive.

Y/N pulls out their phone and starts dialling, as they walk out they notice a patrol car of sorts drive down the road, noticeably under the speed limit. Y/N stares at it as it drives by, it was as if it was trying to find something. As the car turned the corner Y/N could hear the sound of Whitty frantically getting up in the alley and making a run for it. "Wh- HEY! WAIT!" Y/N goes back into the alley to find that Whitty was gone, along with their jacket. "Whitty! Hold on you can't run around like that!" 

Y/N runs into the alley to try and find Whitty, running in the direction that they are sure he would've gone but to no avail, he had completely disappeared and there was utterly no sign of him. Eventually, Y/N decided to give up and head home, it was too cold to run around the city looking for Whitty and at this point, they started to feel their fingers go numb.

"Damn it...that was my warmest jacket too..."

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It had been 3 weeks since that incident, Y/N even tried asking around their community to see if anyone had seen Whitty anywhere but was only met with nothing along with people not believing that Y/N had seen someone with a bomb for a head and glowing eyes. They just hoped Whitty was ok. As they walked out from their class Y/N found that they didn't retain any of the feedback that their lecturer had given them on their assignment. They were too busy constantly thinking about Whitty. What if the wound got infected? Or Whitty bled out? They shouldn't have left Whitty even for a moment. 

They even started becoming convinced that none of that even happened and that they dreamt the whole thing up, however, their missing jacket was proof enough that it was real. Whitty was still out there, hopefully doing better and not with an untreated bullet wound. He probably went to the hospital himself right? Y/N decided to believe that.

They just hope they will see him again.