"I-It's Captain Anderson! She's badly injured!" The mage exclaimed.
You felt the blood drain from your face at the mage's words. "What...?" Your voice was quiet and unusually soft as you unconsciously took to your feet; your chair slidding back against the ground. No way. There was no way someone as powerful as your captain was hurt. Bullshit. Did he think this was a joke? Your clenched fists unclenched, as if fading into a world of their own. The thought of your captain injured was invading your mind. If there was one person you would ever admit to caring about; it was her. The person who took a hopeless case like you in and gave you a purpose. Who cared for you even when you didn't. The person who never gave up on you no matter how difficult you were being. All this- there was no way that your captain had been hurt. Not someone like her.
"Where is she?" Julius took to his feet, followed by Yami, then William, then the other captains. "Down in the infirmary with Owen, sir! It's really bad!" The mage answered immediately. Before anyone else could react, you'd bolted past the mage quicker than they could blink, the mage's robe and blown like he was in an open breeze as you passed. Your mind raced yet only had one goal in mind; get to your captain. The other Captains were left in shock at how fast you had moved- they knew you were loyal, but this... to witness your reaction to such a crucial moment, there was more to you than they had ever anticipated.
You ran through hall after hall, ignoring anyone in your path. Get to the infirmary. That was the only thing you could hear beating through your mind. The infirmary should have been a longer run, but you were now meters from it. You barrelled through the doors, heading for the emergency room Owen used. Spotting it, you threw the doors open violently. Owen looked back at you with wide eyes, "you need to knock, (Y/N)!" The sight before you shattered your heart to pieces; as if it had turned to glass before breaking with ease. Your captain lay on the bed in the room, you could see blood from where you stood- it caked her side with spots all across her, she looked so sick; under her eyes dull. Yet, she was still putting a smile on her face. Owen was just standing there. He was doing nothing to help her.
"What are you doing?! Why aren't you helping her?!" You yelled at him. "There's nothing I can do" Owen answered grimly. You stormed up to him. You grabbed his coat from each side, scrunching it in your fists, you shoved him back against the wall, "the Hell you can't! Help her! You help her now!" All you saw was red. The Hell, he couldn't help her. You were so angry, but it stemmed from worry. You were ready to take Owen's head off, no matter how good he had been to you. Owen made no move to stop you, to even move towards your captain. You shoved him against the wall harder, "you help her now!" Still, he made no motion towards her from your grip. By now you were beathing heavily, your chest thumping harder and harder. Fear. You'd felt it before.
"Now, now... That's enough, (Y/N)... Please put him... down..." You heard your captain's gentle voice call out to you in between coughs. You released Owen immediately, instead stopping at your Captain's side. "Captain... who did this?" Your breathing was heavy. Ofelia just smiled at you. That was what told you that there was something wrong with this situation- it wasn't a normal injury situation. What was going on here? "Captain... Please. What's-" "Never you mind" her words were broken up by and wet cough, "all that matters is I get to see you." You could see by the way her cheeks twitched that it was hard- painful- for her to smile. "Captain..."
"Ofelia!" Julius, Yami, William, and the other captain's entered the room. Most of them froze on the spot upon seeing your Captain's condition. "Ofelia... what the Hell happened?" Yami gaped at the woman lying on the bed. She was someone he deemed as strong; more terrifying than Mereoleona. Julius looked to Owen, "what's her status?" Owen's eyes just saddened, and he shook his head slowly. Julius' eyes widened, his brows pulling together tightly, "no..." Owen just lowered his head and exited the room. The captain's turned silent as sign of respect, also expression their sorrow over the situation. They couldn't do anything. There was no time.
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The White Wolf
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice...
