Till Death Never Part ((Zebruh X Reader One Shot))

Till Death Never Part

I hurt, but not in a 'last breath' sort of way... At least not yet. If that were the case, I would probably be lying on the side of the street bleeding out right about then. Luckily for me, or perhaps unlucky, I was still bleeding quite a bit, but I found the strength within myself to stumble along the sidewalk, clutching my free prong against my gashed arm to restrict bloodless as best I could.

In any normal case, most wouldn't have looked my way after the accident and I would have simply died without putting up a fight, but I wasn't about to lay down and submit yet. I had to find help, someone willing to save me. It was a... Long stretch of a chance seeing how I was in the highblood neighborhood, but perhaps someone would have pity on my lowblood self.
I could feel my blood leaking down my cold skin, the drops ever so slowly staining my clothes a disgusting shade. Too many lowbloods of my cast are killed, I didn't want to be forgotten, there had to be more to life than... Than this, right?

Damn it, I didn't even want to be here in the first place!

I adjusted how I held myself, moving to wrap one arm around my stomach and cover the largest wound, the other carrying a small package, now wet with my own blood, but intact.
I could feel the staring of the highbloods as I stumbled past, not one moving to help me. Their whispering much too low to hear, but enough to make my skin crawl.
Nobody would help me here, nobody would care. Perhaps it was for the best, if I was this injured, it was simply my destiny to be unworthy to live.
I sighed, feeling exhaustion starting to take over. Not the normal sense of exhaustion I would feel when needing sleep, no. This was... A new kind. It felt like I had sprinted miles upon miles, I could barely see in front of my face with my vision becoming blurry.

My body was... Exhausted.

Is that what it felt like to start dying? I was becoming numb. I could feel my blood dripping down my body, but the wound was becoming...
What was I thinking about again?
I wasn't sure where I was walking, my feet were just... Moving.

Tired...

I was tired.

If I just closed my eyes for a moment... It would be okay... Right? Just a moment.

I could feel something tight grabbing me but I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to sleep, then perhaps I would feel better. Perhaps it was all simply... A bad dream.

I let myself go, my entire frame collapsing where I stood, and yet I didn't feel the ground. I couldn't be bothered to think about it, not when I was so tired.
Was this the moment I would die?

What was the afterlife like? Was it like the purplebloods said? I didn't hear any sort of dark carnival, I didn't see the afterlife reaching out for me.
Was there nothing at all for a lowblood like me?

I waited, and waited, and yet, the next thing I knew, I was exhaling.

Breathing.

I could breathe, my chest rising and falling with every delicate breath. It felt so good to breathe, I think I took it for granted. Just for the sake of it, I inhaled as deeply as my Bellowsacs allowed, only for a sharp, stabbing pain to freeze me still and force me to wince.
Dead trolls didn't feel pain, what the hell was that? How could I be alive?
I opened my eyes to bright lights, but after a moment to focus, I found myself in what looked to be a beautifully decorated hive.
What... The fuck?

I had been lying on something soft as well, and looking down, it appeared to be a fancy, unfamiliar Loungeplank.
Did someone truly save me? But why? Who?

I had been hurt, and... Without thinking, I wrapped my arm around my body once more, this time feeling a wrap around myself and looked down.
In place of my shirt was a large bandage wrap, covering me from the shoulders to the torso, and one bandage sleeve down my injured arm. It was stained with my own blood, but neatly made.
"I must be dreaming," I muttered aloud to myself, "All this stuff belongs to a highblood and no highblood would think to..."

"Save you?" A voice suddenly interrupted from behind. I failed to suppress a surprised cry and turn around. Leaning behind the loungeplank stood an unfamiliar face, grinning bright, and yet his eyes looked tired.

That was a highblood, that was definitely a highblood standing right there behind me. Oh god, I'd never even spoken to a highblood before let alone been in the house of one. Trolls of my cast didn't deserve such rights, I had only been here to deliver a package, and I had followed all the rules.
I kept my head down, I didn't say a word, but when I got hurt, it was proof I didn't deserve to live. Why did he bring me here?

I tried to open my mouth to speak but no words came out. I could barely look in his eyes, but when I averted my gaze, the indigo cocked his head to be the center of my attention once more,
"You don't need to be afraid of me, lowblood," His voice was smooth, like he was trying to draw me into a sense of safety, "I'm an ally of lowbloods, okay? I've been waiting for you to wake up all this time, and now you are, isn't that great?"

A highblood being an ally, that was a funny idea, I couldn't seem to imagine that, yet... He could have let me die.
With a swallowing of nerves, I forced myself to examine the male's appearance.
He was obviously a blueblood, his sign plastered on his suit was a perfect indigo.

Indigos were known for being on the stronger side, or at least that was the common stereotype, but he didn't look it, at least in physical strength. Actually, the indigo looked rather proper and scrawny... I shouldn't think that about a highblood at any rate.
As for his features...
Long black hair, to which he pulled back into a low ponytail, and dark, tired eyes.
His horns... Why did the highblood's tall horns remind me of something unnerving?

He smiled wider as he seemed to notice my staring,
"I'm Zebruh," He finally introduced, "Welcome to my... Humble Abode, we could call it?"
The indigo seemed to carefully consider his words before he pushed himself to fully stand and start making his way around the loungeplank. Yet, he didn't sit beside me, rather opting to stand over me in a sluggish slouch.
"That was quite a wound you had, you were lucky I was there to save you. Not all highbloods would do that, but I'm not like them."
With a wave of his hand, he gave a short bow, although it was more like a lazy nod to prevent from fully bowing to a lowblood, "You needn't say anything, the gratitude in your face says all. You're welcome."

Okay... So this was happening right now.

Ever so carefully, I pushed myself to sit up and forced the biggest smile of my life. He saved me, I had to at least try and be nice until I could run off, I didn't want to be close to a highblood for longer than I needed.
"Thank you. I'm (Y/N)."