Village of sorrow ~ Ethan Winters x Reader

Breaking Barriers

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Chapter XII.
Wordcount: 7311

Note: This chapter contains sexual themes and nsfw content. Reader discretion is advised.

(Update: As I am re-writing the development/arc between the two and havent gotten to this point yet, I have to warn you that this chapter will feel out of place! I might take out this entire event, or rewrite it to be a lot more tame/true to the characters arcs.

Thank you for your patience!)

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Ethan's blonde hairs waved around in the wind as his brown Oxfords thudded in the mud with each step. His entire face was one of distress, but he glowed in the cold sun. The light turning his usually dirty blonde strands into radiant golden locks, and his blue-greyish eyes increasing in their saturation.

Ethan had been running for so long now. Swaying you around in his arms as he kept going with ragged breaths.
"(.....), we're almost... there."

You had; to his surprise, woken up a good ten minutes after the fall. He supposed he wasn't too delicate while carrying you and sprinting through the village, and that that might've woke something inside of you. Whatever it was, he was beyond thankful that you did. But he wasn't out of the woods yet.

You took your dazed gaze off of his face and gave him small nods as you closed your eyes with a quiet hum.

"No!" That was too harsh, he winced at himself. "No." He corrected. "Hey you've gotta stay awake girl, I know it's hard but—you gotta try for me." He panted. "Duke!"

Your eyes shot wide open at the drop of his name. "D...duke?" You slurred like a drunk, which was very concerning to the both of them.

"Oh dear—what in the seven sins happened Mr. Winters?" Ethan shook his head and walked up to the Duke's carriage with exhausted steps.

"I need your help. Now. She's not doing okay..." He held you up in an effort to show the fresh blood from your cough on the dress you had wiped it off on.

The Duke's eyes dropped, beckoning Ethan to come over with a few worried waves. "Come, come. I need to examine her."

Ethan's jaw tensed up, he didn't know if he could trust the Duke that well yet. "No, wait." He hesitantly uttered, taking a step back as he held his bandaged hand on the back of your head—unknowingly pushing you closer to his chest in a form of protection. "What are you going to do? Do you even know what to do?"

The Duke pointed towards you with his index finger. "If she's internally bleeding then I must create a healing salve and essence for her right this moment. We mustn't waste any time Mr. Winters."

Ethan looked at you with worried blue eyes, then back at the Duke. He sighed and squeezed them shut. "Okay." He gave in as he hesitantly walked back towards the Duke and held you up to him.

Soft hands took you out of Ethan's grasp, which flashed his eyes with worry and regret. The Duke had noticed this as well, frowning at the worried man.
"The girl will be alright, I can assure you." Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose with knitted brows. "Yeah. She better be."

You were lifted into the back of the carriage. It was surprisingly spacious for a wooden cart. Loud rummaging went on in a small cabinet next to the Duke- what sounded like glass jars, dried up plants of some sort and powders.

After some time the rummaging stopped as a silent "Aha! There it is." sounded. You tried to prop yourself up to a sitting postion but immediately fell down with unstable shaking arms. "Aw- I feel like I'm broken all over..."