fembois x male reader

femboy brother part 3

Hey everyone i am gonna have a small update about myself, don't worry its at the end of the chapter.

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(Daryl pov)

I was surrounded by darkness, all around me was nothing. It felt like my eyes were closed but opened, I stepped forward out of curiosity. I kept walking for what must felt like ages, soon something came into my vision.

A hill with a tree on top came into view, it had green leaves on the ground. I stopped as I saw two people at the hill with a jacket and scarfs on.

Taking a closer look I see the one on the right was older then the left one by 4 years, their faces were blurry while I was able to make out their clothes. Both were in fall clothing as the older kid spoke up.

"Well daryl your turning 5 today, this is a very big moment for you"

The boy on the left looked up to what he assumed was his brother. "Why?"

"Cause" the older boy looked nearby before whispering in the little one's ear. "Mom and dad are getting you that cat you wanted"

It excited the little one so much, he was running around the hill. Almost like a camera my eyes were getting clearer, as my mind seemingly got working as the face's were unblurred and to my shock the two siblings were me and ran.

"Yayaya!" I watched myself jump up and down as I looked down, in my hand was the collar to my cat.

"....smokey....." I started remembering after my younger self jumped and hugged RN. "No-no!"

My surroundings changed as it was now my home when I was 10. I was in my old room with my past self in the bed, my past self was balling his tears out. On this day smokey past away, i lived him so much. Then see myself run out to rn room, he was already there to comfort me after his passing.

He cares.....so why don't i?

(no one pov)

You were at home, currently you were fixing yourself lunch but you keep remembering daryl face last night. The way he was delirious from the drugs he had taken.

"I-" you were so caught up with your thinking you didn't notice you accidentally cut your hand, the pain kicked in and you grabbed it on instinct. "Fuck!"

Luckily the bleeding wasn't deep but a bit of blood was leaking. You can get it patched up but your mind can't.

'Did I not do enough?' you applied the rubbing alcohol on the wound, it sting of course but you tried to pay it no mind as you wrapped a bandage. 'Was my efforts to keep him safe made him resent me?'

It was like clouds were hovering over your mind.

A thought came up upon your mind.

'What did he have in his room?' the memory that there was drugs at the table made you question.

(Back with daryl)

Then like being hit with a truck, he was hit full force back into the living. The first thing he noticed was the bad headache that was so bad he let out a cry.

"Ahhhhhh!"

He gripped his head, and toss in the hospital bed. A nearby nurse heard him and rushed in to help daryl while yelling out for the doctor.

"Doctor! Get the morphine!"

The doctor grabs a small dose of morphine and inject it into daryl, the pain slowly goes down as his breathing gets back under control. They do a few more checks as the doctor starts to explain what happened.