Tw: bl**d, angst
Flashbacks in italics
Dreams in bold
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The only sounds that fill your ears are the faint noises from the machines to the side of your hospital bed. Overcome by the exhaustion of your body finally giving up, your eyes remained tightly closed, leaving you completely vulnerable. In this state, the only thing you can do is look back on the events that led to now.
It seemed to be a usual day for you at the maze, you woke up at dusk, grabbed your breakfast and got yourself ready for another evening of scaring away the trespassers, when a sudden burning sensation made its way into your throat. Trying to ignore the sudden pain you were in, you went down to the farm to find one of your friends to talk to. Since it wasn't quite dark enough yet, the maze didn't need protecting at the moment, so you strike up a conversation with the first person you see, pumpkin Jack.
'(Y/n)! It's so great to see you! How are you doing?'
Your honorary brother almost shouted at you, tackling you into a hug.
'Hey Jack! I was doing good until you started to crush me!' You laughed to him, trying your best to pry the scarecrows' claws from around your torso.
'(Y/N), are you sure you're okay? You don't sound so good!' He said, looking up at you with concern written all over his face. 'Your voice sounds so hoarse, are you getting a cold? You can't be out tonight, you need rest! Come, I'll look after you!!'
'N-no Jack, I'm sure I'll be fi-'
And you were interrupted by the much taller and stronger scarecrow dragging you by your arm, his metal claws making any chances for escape futile. His metallic grip made sure that he didn't let go of you until you were safe and tucked into a warm blanket laying on the sofa.
'I'll be back soon with some soup and water, (y/n)! Remember, no moving!' Jack called out to you, practically sprinting into the kitchen. You let out a tired grunt of approval and then let your eyes shut sending you into sleep
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You finally come around to your senses, feeling something soft, cuddling you from underneath. Lying on your stomach, you feel a hand placed gently on your back, gently supporting you to stay as close to the person as possible. The second hand was placed in your (hair length), (hair colour) hair, lovingly running their hand through the soft strands.
Finally, the last sense to come back to you was your eyesight, letting you see who was behind this. Looking up, you meet their eyes and feel your stomach drip to your feet. Strangely, you had been hoping and praying for this moment, but now it's finally happening, you literally want to die from a mixture of your crippling anxiety and embarrassment around this man.
'(Y/n), you're finally awake, we were all startin' to get worried...' Zardy's hand reached down from your hair and to your face, lightly cupping your cheek.
Now there was no way of hiding the rapidly growing redness that had made its way into your cheeks, as his hand directed your head, so his glowing eyes were the only thing you could see. 'You don't look fine, you shouldn't lie about things like that...'
The hand that was placed on your cheek started to gently caress where it was holding, with a sly smirk starting to appear on his face.
'Well then, (Y/n), I guess I'm gonna 'ave to make you feel better then...'
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You were very sadly awoken from your dream by someone repeatedly prodding your cheek.
'J-jack? Cut it out', you groggily replied to the scarecrow who was jabbing you.
'Uh- sorry! I just wanted to uhhhh give you your soup uhhhh....
(Y/n), you sound even worse!'
