Broken Heart (Geralt of Rivia x Reader)

Chapter 11

Slowly, you fluttered your eyes open, blinking away the fuzziness as you took in the scene around you.

Coen was sitting on the ground across the room, his head in his hands, the potions that he grabbed broken on the ground beside him. The few remaining Witchers were all standing around the room, their heads lowered.

Ciri was crying in Yennefer's arms while Lambert paced the cafeteria, kicking any object in his path as he swore every word under the sun.

Then there was Jaskier, who was sitting on the ground beside you, hugging his knees to his chest as he cried softly, his face buried on top of his knees.

Suddenly, realisation hit you; they all thought you had died.

Holy shit, they thought you were dead.

Wait, were you?

You looked down at your body, but frowned in confusion because the stab wound was gone. It was completely gone... what the fuck?

You tried to move, but something was holding you and you quickly realised it was Geralt. His arms were wrapped around you, cradling your body to his chest.

"What-what happened?" You asked, your voice hoarse as you spoke.

Geralts entire body suddenly turned tense before he looked down at you in his arms, those golden eyes filled with so much sorrow and sadness as he blinked away the tears.

"Y/N?" He whispered, looking at you like he was staring at a ghost. "You're... you're alive."

That seemed to catch everyone's attention as they all looked over at you in shock, but your attention was purely focused on Geralt, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Slowly, he lifted one of his hands, cradling the side of your face gently as he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

"You're alive." He whispered again, unable to believe it.

You nodded, resting your hand over his.

"I'm here." You reassured, trying to ease his pain. "You can't rid of me that easily."

Jaskier let out a laugh, but sounded more like a happy sob. You slowly sat up, Geralt helping as you looked around at the others.

"How?" You asked, turning back to Geralt who nodded towards someone across the room.

You followed his line of sight to find Yennefer standing beside Ciri, smiling softly at you.

Wait, she healed you? Yennefer had saved your life?

"You got your powers back." You said, pointing out the obvious and she nodded, seemingly speechless. "Thank you."

Ciri began to walk towards you hesitantly with each step, her eyes puffy from crying as she stared at you.

"I-I'm so sorry. This was all my fault-" The girl started to apologise before you cut her off.

"It wasn't your fault, sweetie."

You stood up, Geralt quickly standing too, his hands hovering behind you in case you fell, but you were fine. You were completely fine and couldn't believe it.

"This was out of your control. It's not on you." You added, looking at the girl.

Ciri nodded, biting her lip as tears started to rise in her eyes before you took a step towards her, holding your arms out and she rushed forward and hugged you tightly.

"It's okay." You whispered, running your fingers through the girls hair. "Everything's going to be okay."

Geralt stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the two of you, kissing the top of your head while he hugged you both.