Alias: Biggs x (Female) Reader

Chapter Nine: Aftermath(Celebration)

Your tired eyes fluttered opened to the dim light of your bedroom. The door was wide open and exposed the hallway light, as well as light rustling in the small hallway from the bathroom. You groaned and closed your eyes for a brief moment before sitting up on your mattress, leaning against the wall. Or, attempting to anyway.

You winced with a small scoff of pain and put a hand on your side, panting. Looking at it, you noticed the wound had been dressed. Only a bit of blood had soaked through the gauze. You heard rushed footsteps coming down the hall, somehow cautious and quiet.

"Lay down," Biggs insisted. "You're pushing yourself already. Lay down," he repeated. His hair was wet and he was shirtless. There was a first-aid kit in one hand and a cup in the other as he sat down next to your mattress.
You watched tiredly as he opened the kit. "Oh, here," he said, handing you the glass. You shakily took it, bringing it up to your lips, suppressing another cry of pain.

After you took a drink, you nodded at him with a weak smile. "Guess you got to shower first after all," you said, trying to brighten the mood. He gave a soft smile in an attempt to comply.

"Guess so," he replied, looking at a bowl of water on the floor. There was a wash rag in it and a damp towel next to it. "I cleaned off all the dirt and blood I could without... Y'know... Removing anything. Figured you'd be more comfortable when you woke up."

You handed him the half-drank glass and laid back down carefully. You were smiling mentally, a slight fluttering in your stomach. You were able to take comfort in the fact that he knew you so well. More than anyone ever did, even to the point he paid attention to the little things that caused you discomfort. "Thanks a lot," you said. "Can you turn off the hallway light, please... My head sort of hurts."

He got up and did so, closing the door as well. "Is that better?"

"Yes, thank you," you repeated, closing your eyes.

He nodded in response, still smiling. "You're welcome." He looked back down at your wound, sighing a little. "How exactly did you get that gash? Did you get into a fight or something?" He asked. 

Your memory was still hazy as to what transpired that night. You winced as the sensation of the flames and smoke invading your eyes and nose came back to you. It was all coming back now. 
"It was Sephiroth, he..." you broke into a small fit of coughs, startling him. He offered you the water, but you shook your head and waved your hand dismissively as the coughing died down. 
"Sorry..."

"You were saying something about Sephiroth?" he said. 

"Right... I thought I saw a citizen in the fire, so I went to help them... When I reached them, I realized it was Sephiroth..." You took a second to breathe. Your hand was rubbing and applying pressure to your already dressed wound. It was painful, but the pressure was somehow comforting. "He told me I was in the way. Of destiny or something like that..."

"'In the way of destiny'? What was that supposed to mean...?" Biggs asked, mainly to himself. He leaned against the wall and gazed into the dimness of the room. You watched him, feeling a little concerned. You didn't want to cause him anymore stress than you already had. He looked back over at you. "Was that all?"

You shook your head: "I heard you call for me. If I hadn't turned around to look, he might've inflicted more damage... He was trying to kill me." The words seemed to catch in your throat. The fact Sephiroth was trying to kill you was somewhat obvious, but the idea of death frightened you. Especially since the uncertainty remained that you would survive this wound alone. You were still disoriented, and that familiar tiredness of when you passed out from blood loss still lingered. 

You felt tears start to form in your eyes but you quickly wiped them away. That couldn't be said for the burning lump in your throat of course. He noticed your struggle to formulate an explanation and took your hand as if to say, "It's okay, he's not here anymore. It's just me."