(Un) Fortunately the Yandere is Not After Me

Who you Really are

"Arata?" Erina couldn't believe what she was seeing. The girl wiped her eyes, shook her head, and blinked quickly multiple times. Yet his body never once disappeared from sight. "But, you got hit by that truck."

"Yeah, you're right about that." He didn't sound like he had the serious tone of someone who was in grave danger.

"No, there's no way. You can't be real." Erina refused to believe it. Nothing about what she was seeing made any sense to her. "This has to be in my head... Unless..." There was one other much more depressing option to explain what was going on. Was this a spirit she was talking to.

"Well, seeing as the doctors don't seem to be in any rush." He looked over down the hall to the man who was going to be his surgeon. While they appeared to be moving quickly, no one seemed to be treating this as urgent enough to begin moving faster. "I think I'm the Arata in your head."

"That's..." She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. On the bright side, at least it meant her friend was still alive. However, now Erina was worried over whether or not she was going crazy over this situation. "I don't know why I'm thinking of you. All I am is a failure who can't even get up to save her friend."

"Well, the real me is aware of how freaked out you can be about getting blood drawn." He responded. "So, I know that he won't get mad if you don't decide to do it."

"Now this is just silly." She knew that the words being spoken to her were supposed to make the girl feel better. That was kind of the point of these types of conversations. There was just one major problem with this one though. "You're the one in my head, so it doesn't mean much to hear it right now."

"And you also know that you really do want to do want to donate blood, right?" He continued on. Seeing as he was just a figment of her imagination, it was easy to understand why he knew so much about what was going on in her head. "Even though it's not like I'd fall for you just because you saved my life."

"Who said anything about that!?" She yelled back, which would've looked weird to anyone watching her as she argued with something only visible to her. "I-I don't care if he likes me or anything." Erina denied as hard as she could. "But... I want to give him blood. Not because I have to, but because I want to."

"Because if you don't, then..."

"Then... Then I might never see you again." She buried her face into her knees, trying to hide the tears coming out of her eyes. "I want to be able to talk with you again. I want to be able to laugh, hang around, touch... The real you, my best friend."

"Of course you do." He replied. "But it's not because we're only friends."

"I can't live without you." Finally, she was able to admit the truth. Not that the world needed to know, but that her heart needed to realize what had been there all along. "Arata... I love you." Erina said. "I want to be able to see your smile again." The girl was able to stand up. It was now the time to push past her fears for the sake of someone she held dear.

"I'm happy to hear that." The imagination Arata faded as she ran past him. There was a place that desperately needed her and the clock was ticking.

"Nurse, nurse." She yelled out to the lady as she was getting prepped to assist on the surgery. "The blood for the boy, I have the same type as him."

"What? Who are you?" She was confused from the revelation. Understandably considering how random it was for some girl to come up to her at this moment. Erina quickly informed them of who she was to him. Telling them that she was also someone with type O blood that could help donate for him.

"Here's my ID and everything. Just please, take my blood and I promise it'll be fine." The nurse eyes at her, still concerned about the truth. With the circumstances, it required some discussion between her and the doctor.