Narrating Our Love (The Host x Reader)

10//Frail

No Pov.

"Host?! Oh, God!!" (Y/N) covered her gaped mouth. She was horrified; Host had broken the mirror, and large shards of it were caught in his hand.

He huffed heavily, his head tilted down. "Go... away..."

"No, not this time. Where are the bandages?"

"Gone."

Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to huff in annoyance. "They're not gone. Where are they?"

The Host shook his head. "Top drawer; left."

"Thank you." She found them and bent down to take a closer look at his hand. How hasn't he bled out from how much blood he's lost already?

"Don't." The Host moved his hand away from (Y/N), wincing in pain immediately after.

"Host, please. I want to help you. I care about you."

He finally looked up. If he had eyes, they'd be glaring at (Y/N). "You don't."

"Who said?"

Silence. The Host turned his head back down to his hand. He was fighting back trying to make the horrific False Author not show himself.

"Host, whatever is going on, I'm here. Hold still, I'm getting this glass out."

"You're not... medical... professional..." The Host muttered out.

"I did a 2 year long class. I know a little bit. Have some faith in me, and try not to pull away, okay?"

"... Okay."

(Y/N) positioned herself so that if The Host moved, he would only move a few inches. Basically, she sat in his lap and put his arm under her arm.

"How... professional..."

"This is the best I can- DO."

"AUUUUHHHHGG!!"

She held a chunk of glass and applied pressure to his wound immediately and bandaged it. The Host, on the other hand, had gripped (Y/N)'s arm with his good hand and put his face on her back, muffling any other screams.

"Had to distract you, sorry."

"Fine! Fine... fine..." He mumbled into her shirt.

"Host, I care so much about you. Why do you not believe me?"

"I... I don't... know..."

"I do, okay? If I didn't, I wouldn't- BE DOING!- this."

Again, The Host crys out in pain squeezing her arm much nore aggressively.

"Just two more, okay?"

"Pull fast. Now."

"Are you sure?"

"NOW-OOUUUUUHHH!!"

She did so, and another one came out. She almost ran out of bandages. Hopefully this next one isn't too bad.

"Last one, are you-READY!"

"AAAAUUUHHHHUHUHUHHH!!"

The last shard came out, and she had just the right amount of bandages. Unfortunately, her shirt was soaked because of Host putting his face against her back, and the front of her shirt had splatters from the glass shards. No problem, her shirt was black, so it didn't matter too much. She took her shirt off - showing off her tank top, you little gremlins - and wrapped that blood-filled t-shirt around The Host's hand.

"There." She turned herself to make sure Host saw what was going on. "I wrapped my shirt around your hand to act as a makeshift bandage, keeping all the other little piddly-ass ones together, and making sure they won't unravel." She tilts her head up to him, and he stares at his hand. Albeit, it was a bit... uncanny... since Host did not have eyes, but she didn't care that much.

"Host? Can you do me a favour?"

"Sure. What?" His voice was low and sounded tired.

"Can you let me help you? Please? Stuff like this... come on... you can't just, err, write the issue away. I know you did that with your head after you kept on hitting it, but that's not good..."

Host looked at her, his facial expression sad and, again, tired. "I'm sorry."

"It's... well, it's not okay, but it's okay for now. I know this is your house, and you can kick me out whenever, but I rather attempt to help you and get kicked out than not help you and have you injured. I really care about-... you."

The Host hugged (Y/N), trying his best to not cry and stain her tank top, which was not black.

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey..." She patted his arm that was wrapped around her. "Host, listen. You... You don't need to be sorry, okay? I... I really like you, and I want to help you out with whatever is going on. I know I may not be the best with actions or words, but, please?" (Y/N) patted The Host to make him look up at her, which he did so.

Silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, or an angry silence, it was pure; everything that Host had going on, all of his dread, his worries, everything that affected his mind had vanished in that moment. In that scene.

And then, something so unexpected, yet, so amazing, had happened...

(Y/N) gives Host a peck on the cheek.

No thoughts or words from The Host were forcing her to do that.

"I really like you. Let me help you out, okay?" She gave him a smile, and he nodded his head.

"Okay." He returned the smile, and they hugged each other.

"Now, let me wrap a bandage around your eyes so they don't drip and ruin your clothes, okay?"

"... okay."

"Is something wrong?"

"Just... b-be careful, p-p-please. I usually d-do my eyes on m-m-my own..."

"Oh! Well, if you'd-"

"Please. Do. Them. For. Me."

".. Okay. Let me fix myself, then."

(Y/N) fixed herself to face The Host while still sitting on his lap. She wanted to make sure she wouldn't hurt him or his eyes in the process.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

She takes a bandage and lifts it up to The Hosts eyes. It covered them, but she wanted to make sure.

"Is this okay?"

"A little closer."

She moves it a little closer, and The Host smiles. "Perfect."

(Y/N) holds the bandage in place and moves herself behind The Host. She then ties the bandage in place.

"Too tight? Too loose? Just right?"

"Just right."

"Perfect. We're finished, then."

She moves infront of him and sits back down.

"From here on out, please let me help you." (Y/N) reached for The Host's hand, and held it. "Please? I care about you so much."

"Okay." He lifts her hand up to his lips, and kisses it. "I care about you too."

The Host's stutter seems to have gone away for now.

1064 words.