Mercy *Obi x OC* (COMPLETE)

Rainy Day

Rainy Day- Ice Nine Kills

 What am I supposed to do now? It feels so strange being in this house now. I keep expecting to hear his footsteps across the floor or him calling for me to do something. I've stitched up my wounds the best I could but I can't get myself to do anything else. I'm free now, completely free with no one to stop me from doing anything. I could stay here in this cottage and claim it as my home if I wanted, but it feels wrong. Despite living here for as long as I can remember, it never felt like a home. It felt more like a prison and Threil was the one guarding the cell. The guard is gone now but I don't feel like the door was left unlocked. I'm so lost right now... I have nowhere else to go. I have nothing to my name except possibly a bounty on my head for killing people. I could go look for Obi but I don't know where to look if he's not in that field and I can't just sit out there forever, can I? I can't really expect for him to simply just take me in and care for me either. Despite what my dreams showed me, things obviously changed drastically to have us apart for a very long time.

I still don't know what to do. I haven't done anything at all since I finished stitching myself. I haven't even left my spot in the kitchen standing at the counter. I'm covered in blood, I should clean it off. Threil always hated the sight of blood... Why wasn't he bothered at the end? We were both soaked in it. Was he that angry at me for wanting to leave...? It was my fault he died. I just wanted to leave, I didn't want to kill him... I should clean myself up at least, maybe put the furniture upright again. Threil always hated messes. I go to step away from the counter but nothing happens and my eyes well up with tears. I blink them away and take a deep breath but only succeed in breaking down completely. I sink to the floor and pull my bloody knees to my chest. I've ruined everything...

I don't know how long I've been here crying in the floor. Everything hurts and every time I think I can't cry anymore, I start again. This is pathetic. I'm an assassin who killed someone and now I'm falling apart instead of treating it like he was just another target. What is wrong with me? I lift my head at the sound of something hitting the door. Did Threil somehow survive? If so, I'm in so much trouble.

"Elydia!?" My heart lurches at the sound of my name being called through the door.

I locked it behind me out of habit when I came in. Should I unlock it for him? If I don't then he'll be even angrier when he gets inside. Wait... it can't be Threil. He is dead. I know he is. Then who is it? Perhaps I imagined it. I'll just ignore it. The door flies open and slams against the wall. That can't be good. I'm probably going to die. It's what I've always wanted and Threil told me that I'd never get to leave him. If I die, I'll end up wherever it is he's gone to, right? I'd be with him again like he wanted, well, I don't think he wanted death exactly, but still...

"Elydia? What happened? He's dead out there and you're covered in blood- are you hurt? I can't tell."

I look up from my knees as a figure crouches down in front of me. It's Obi who is looking at me with concern. How did he find me?

"Are you really here?" I ask.

"I'm right here, Els. You're safe now."

As those words leave his lips, I feel a wave of relief wash over me and I immediately find myself crashing into his chest and holding onto his shirt for dear life.

"I was so scared..." I whisper and feel him hold me tighter.

"It's alright. I'm not going anywhere, I'll protect you."

I wake up in a bed that's not my own with someone holding me. I blink away the haze of sleep and try not to panic as I try to figure out who I'm in bed with. It feels almost like everything that happened with Threil dying was a dream which would mean I'm likely in bed with Threil, but it seemed so real that I should be in bed with Obi. But that still leaves the questions of why and how I'm in bed with anyone. I last recall possibly being in the kitchen floor after Obi broke the door down. I look up from their chest to find Obi sleeping peacefully. So, it was true. Threil is dead and now I'm... somewhere... with Obi. It's strange, but I feel very secure and warm in his arms. I'm not feeling very well though. I feel rather shaky and my entire body feels like it's on fire on the inside. Perhaps I'm getting sick. That's pleasant. I shift closer to him in an attempt to get more comfortable but the slight movement sends my stomach into a flip. I push away from him and the movement wakes him up.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just me."

"I-I feel sick..." I mumble before I feel the wave of nausea hitting me again.

"I was worried about that," he sighs before getting to his feet and picking me up. "Let's get you to the bathroom."

"What do you mean you were worried about it?"

"The last time you were here you ended up getting sick."

"Why?"

"You were, uh, detoxing from the stuff Threil would spike your drinks with..." He explains as he pulls my hair back from my face after letting me sit on the bathroom floor.

"Why don't I remember any of it?"

"I looked into all of the side effects of opium and regular use can lead to memory loss. Once it's cleared from your system, you may regain some of your memories."

The thought of that hurts but I can't dwell on it as my stomach rolls again and I start to dry heave.