Runaway | Kurapika x Reader

Chapter 28 - Mend

My breathing hitched as I clicked on the call icon. The phone rang four times before going to voicemail. I cleared my throat and spoke into the phone, "Kurapika, what's wrong? Please call me back as soon as possible."

I brought my shaking fingers to my mouth, anxiously biting my nails. My mind ran through the possibilities of what could be wrong. Is he hurt? Did the Troupe find him? Could he be... dead right now?

No. There's no way.

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Once my composure was acceptable, a thought spawned in my head.

I had never used a satellite on Kurapika before out of respect for his privacy, but also out of fear that he would discover it, find me creepy, and never talk to me again. But this was urgent, as he said. Something was wrong. If he wasn't going to pick up his phone, what else was I to do?

Warily, I shut my eyes and pictured Kurapika. His sandy blonde hair, his perfect face, his endearing smile. I tried with everything inside of me to imagine this Kurapika and not a potentially injured one, no matter how hard the image tried to slip through the wires in my mind.

Finally, my vision started to change. I entered the satellite's point of view to barely see Kurapika in a parking lot. It was dark, so I couldn't tell if he was hurt or not. He picked up his phone just to see that it was dead.

"Of fucking course." He drew the gear stick back and pulled his SUV out of the parking space. He then drove up to a stoplight and sighed.

Where is he going?

I watched him for about two minutes as I winced through 12 shocks of pain. I didn't care that it hurt, I just wanted to make sure Kurapika would be okay.

The further he drove, the more I started to recognize the buildings surrounding him. Hold on, isn't this the way to my house? Is he driving here???

Breaking the view of the satellite, I returned to my body and shivered as one last blow of pain was delivered to me. Hastily, I walked over to my closet, changing into a cozy black sweater and dark green plaid pajama pants. I brushed my hair out and sprayed a bit of perfume.

I dashed downstairs, ignoring the aching in my body, and sat on the edge of the sofa as I awaited Kurapika's arrival. Once again, I bit down on my nails, enough to comfort me but not cause any actual damage to my nails. With each minute that passed I grew more skittish, my heart pounding in my chest.

At the peak of my anxiety, the doorbell rang. I hurried over to the door, checking the peephole first just in case. When I swung the door open, Kurapika stood on the porch holding his left side with a grimace on his face.

"Kurapika! What happened?!?" I ran over to him, putting his arm over my shoulder to help him get inside the mansion and to the sofa, laying him down on it. I put my knees on the ground and hovered over him, setting my eyes on his left side to see a decent-sized gash under his ribs. "Where did you get that from? Tell me what happened!"

"A few of the Spiders," he uttered through heavy breaths. "They found my place and gave me a visit yesterday. I managed to grab most of my things and flee unscathed. I stayed at a hotel last night, putting the reservation in an alias. Apparently one of them is psychic because they predicted I would do that and searched all of last night's reservations at every hotel in the city. When they found me about an hour ago, I had to face them. I left the three fairly injured but I couldn't escape without a couple of injuries myself."