Tommyinnit x Reader - Exile

Chapter 3 - A DEAD WOMAN

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Currently, he'd been waiting for this girl to up and leave for about three quarters of an hour and he hasn't heard as much as a rustle from her direction.

Peeking through the bush he'd been hiding in, he saw that she seemed to still be asleep. Seeing this as his chance to take a break for it back to logstershire, he clambered out of his hiding spot and started to creep away from her. Until he noticed something.

One, he seemed to have acquired several more cuts on his legs (most probably from falling into that bush), and two, as he craned his neck to get a closer look at her he noticed that her hair had some red substance in it. His eyes widened. Blood.

Taking a few cautious steps towards her, he decided to check if she was dead. I mean, to him blood related heavily to death and that was the only thing he could think of in that moment. Grabbing a long stick that was almost too-conveniently beside him, he poked her arm, and then her leg, and then the top of her head almost expecting her to turn into some ginormous monster that was only heard of in the children's books he was read when he was still untouched by man's cruel inventions- such as war. Poking her once more in the arm, he was left with no response.

"Shittt- it's a dead woman. The woman is dead. There is a dead. Woman. Right in front of me!!!" Tommy panicked.

Panicking, he tried to remember the tactic to calm down that mumza had taught him all those years ago. If he could remember correctly, it was ;
breath in for 4 seconds, hold for 7, and exhale for 8 seconds.
He repeated this cycle four times before calming down slightly but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. What was he going to do? He couldn't just leave her there. Even if she really was dead, he wanted her to have a funeral filled with dignity. Maybe it was because he didn't believe that when he died (no matter the circumstance) he would have one at all, or the fact that he felt pity for her and that no one she knew probably knew she was dead. Even if he didn't know her, he could at least say a few short words.

Taking a closer look at her clothes, he guessed that she probably came from a village nearby and was most likely not the wealthiest of people. She wore what seemed to be a medieval-type kirtle and corset. The kirtle being a greeny-olive colour and the corset being a brown leather material. Getting close to the ground, he did everything he could to not look at her breasts, (as 'even though she might be dead,she should be allowed some privacy' - he told himself) while he tried to see if she was breathing.

He drew a sharp breath. Slowly, but surely, she was breathing. Her chest heaving up and down every four seconds or so. Even if only for a little under a centimetre, her chest was definitely moving. He started to panic again, realising that her breathing pattern didn't seem normal and related that to people he'd witness die before. But then, he couldn't do anything about their ever increasing chance of death. Now he at least had a chance to help her. Now he was determined to save this girl. He wasn't going to let her die like all the others before her.

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Trying to not touch her head, he scooped her up in his arms, her knotted, now blood drenched h/c hair only slightly falling back to follow her head, almost as if it was a wig that was smothered in hairspray.

Realising that her breathing seemed to get even slower, he turned around in a complete 180 of the apple tree and sprinted off, trying as much as he could to not drop her as he stepped on sharp pieces of rock or the odd ,out-of place twig that stuck out of the ground in just the wrong way that it would reach the bridge of his foot when he placed his feet down onto it. But, the adrenaline that was coursing through his veins made sure that he didn't feel the pain that he would've normally cursed at, at least not until later when he'd calm down.

Jumping over the chest and crafting table he'd placed earlier, he made note that he must be heading in the right direction towards logstershire. His arms ached with the weight of the girl in his arms, but he had to get her to safety (or at least what he believed to be his only safe place at the moment. somewhere in his jumbled up mind filled with all the wrong emotions but all the right morals). Heaving and out of breath, he'd only just reached the line where the woods end and the grass begins. Wilderness and his make-do home. Rushing past the buildings of logstershire, he headed to his secret room. One where he'd been harbouring materials so that dream wouldn't blow them all up. It also happened to be the only place in all of logstershire where he kept bandages. Laying her down on the floor (the only free space in the room), he recited things that Nikki had taught him when it was the first disc war out-loud and started to act on them. Taking out various bandages and antibiotics.

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A/N: How's everyone's day been? Drank enough water? You better have 😡😌 Xxx