Brook X GN Reader || I'm The Grim Reaper

Chapter 43

Fan art by @abicrais on Twitter :)

Scarlet slammed the door to their now shared apartment behind her, sprinting into the room with Chase in her arms. Pulling the sheets of the bed back, she lowered Chase onto the bed.

For a moment she just looked at him. His unconscious body was limp, bloody. How she managed to avoid attention on her way up here, she didn't know, but somehow she did and now she didn't know what to do.

He was still breathing, coming in and out of consciousness with pants, which she heard. '...I did this... And all those people in the alley... I killed them, too... My demon, it... It took over me because I'm weak...' Lifting a trembling hand, she reached out to Chase on the bed. 'H-he told me the hospital is impossible to pay for... T-that's how that Ana woman ended up so far in debt... Is Chase going to die? Isn't that what I wanted originally, though?'

She thought back to when they had first met. Wow, it felt so long ago. '...I knew I had to kill him eventually. I wanted to kill him. Then why... Am I crying?'

She just now realized that her face was streaming with tears, her vision becoming blurry as she sniffled and put her hand back to her side.

"I'm sorry!" Scarlet broke down, falling to her knees with her head in her arms on the side of the bed. "I'm so fucking sorry Chase! I didn't mean to hurt you! Please!!! Please don't die!!! I don't know what I'll do without you!" She looked up, holding her hand to her face. She reeled back from the bed, a hand gripping the sheets as she looked down, the other just barely away from her face.

"I don't have anyone else! I don't want to be alone!" She brought her hand off of the bed, looking at them. "How can I save him?! All I can do is kill! I'm a fucking monster! What do I do!? What do I do!? Please, someone, something, tell me what to do!"

She sobbed into her hands. After a few minutes she saw, well, remembered something. Like, a glitched version of herself. Jerking upwards, she tried to focus on herself and remember. It looked like her, but a doctor. "You know how to save him." She said.

Scarlet sat up straight. "...I do." She realized.

Getting up, she rustled around the room, searching drawers and cabinets until she had the things she needed laying out in front of her. Thread, needle, scissors, matches and tweezers, gloves on her hands. Removing Chase's shirt, she did it all without thinking, semi-cleaning his wound. Taking a match, she lit it, putting it up to the needle and bending it in a half-circular shape.

Scarlet used the tweezers to stick the red thread through the eye of the needle, tugging it to make sure it was in place. Looking down at Chase's unconscious body again, she took a deep breath and inspected him, talking to nobody in the room but herself. "The tool missed his internals... though it took a lot of pressure to get the bleeding to stop. I disinfected and cleaned the wound, so it should be okay to move forward now..."

She held up the needle in her hands. "...And begin sewing." She rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, reaching to the table again for the tweezers, then lowering them to Chase's wound.

"Lift the skin carefully..." She grabbed the scissors, holding the needle with them. "...A-And insert the needle at an angle..." It was like second nature to her, even though in the life she has remembered and only lived for a month or two, she hasn't touched a needle. Yet, her voice was shaking, but her hand was steady.

Lowering it into him, she began sewing his wound shut. Finally finishing, she tied and cut off the last stitch after what felt like forever. Standing up, she looked at Chase again. He hadn't moved or woken up, but he was alive.

Realizing what she had just done, she sweat-dropped. Her eyes widening, she reached her hand down to tug at the bottom of her shirt, seeing her old self again, when she was alive. She pulled her shirt up, looking at the scars that littered her torso.

"See?" The woman asked, finally. "It's like second nature to you..."

"Shoulda just slapped a band-aid on it." - Graveweaver

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