if I was in Dead Plate (First Cross Over)

saving the chef.

Chinyifan pov

Day 3 and 4 flew pass faster than I thought, and it was day 5 night. A full 10 minutes before the bistro is burn. But yesterday which was day 4. I learned more about my body.

Apparently my body or soul. Is possessed to well. A doctor and a necromancer. And I also had my oc. Fallen abilities. Immortality, wings base on what I imagine, immune to getting burn.

And powers like summoning potions, using magic, fly, using dark and light magic. Elements. Contract sealing. Basically owning someone soul, voodoo and. Literally Anything I can think off, it was basically overpower to be exact.

I myself also learned about doctor things and medicine making. Mostly Chinese medicine. And also cooking and learning to survive with chopping, fishing, etc.

So now I'm currently running toward the direction of the bistro, with a bunch of medicine thing. When I arrived there. The building was ablaze. I saw blood splattered on the ground of where I'm standing. And leading from not far.

Rody already left and the blood was still. Fresh. So it might happen not long ago. So I walk in the burning bistro. The heat was nothing to me. Surprisingly I didn't cough by the ash as well that was surrounding the whole place. I stopped. Infront of Vincent.

He had his hand on his bleeding neck. I bent down. His eyes is following me... creepy, but I didn't complain. I strapped the medicine box on my waist. Sliding my arms under his neck and waist. With a huff, I carried the chef. Walking out with a serious face. I wasn't coughing or anything. And I headed directly toward the cottage.

When I enter, I place the bleeding Vincent on the floor. Holding his wrist where his clutching his neck. I pull it down as I started performing surgery on him. Patching and stitching him up. Which, took about 50 minutes.

But I manage to actually save him and now his asleep. I sigh in relief, carrying him into my room. The chef uniform on him had to taken off. So his half bare. With bandage on his head and neck. Rody did plunge the bottle deep.

It might had effect his vocal cord. But I can teach him sign language, but now I need to make sure he is well rested. I sat in the chair beside the bed, leaning back as I watch him, his chest went up and down. I knew I can't go home. Not anymore...
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So, it's been a full on 4 hours and there is no sign of the chef waking up. But I am hungry tho, so I got up and headed to the kitchen. And grab some fresh ingredients from the garden, 1 carrots, I tomato, 1 cucumber and 2 rusted potato. I place them into the basket and use the water from the lake to wash the vegetables.

And place them aside. I started washing Japanese rice from who knows where. And cooking them in a steamer since I do not have a rice cooker.

I peeled the cucumber, tomato and potatoes. Cutting and dicing each of them into small cubes. I place them in the steamer along with the rice and walked to the stream.

I enter the stream as I use my own bare hand. And Maybe even mouth. To catch a large tuna. Which I had killed and store the meat into the ice cold water to let it stay fresh.

I strip a part of it off and fried it with some of the fish fat. Frying until golden brown. I made a classic Japanese meal. And waited till Vincent woke up.
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It had been, 3 month and 6 days since he was saved. Nothing had happened but, when I walked to the bedroom for my normal check up on Vincent. I saw him woken up, still with the same pokerface but he was trying to get out of bed. Which, he fell on the bed for. About 40 times in the past 5 minutes.

While I just watch, holding my laughter. I was holding a small bowl of fruits and a bottle of water. I let out a small chuckles, as the chef stop his doing after I saw his ears perk up.

(This pov is 5 minutes ago)

Vincent charbonneau pov.

I gasp out as i push my body up. Where am I? Who did th- right, my bistro was burn by rody lamoree... but where am I? I was in my bistro, inside a huge flame.. but now, I'm here... a cottage it seems.

I push my body toward the edge of the bed, but I notice I'm not wearing my chef outfit, but rather. A odd clothing of a white shirt with strawberries on it. But I put my whole strength to push my body off the bed. Standing on both feet.

But my legs give out, causing my body to fall back on the bed. "How long were I even out.." I mutter, proceeding to repeatedly do the same mistake for 40 time in 5 minutes. I scowl in frustration. Until I heard a chuckled.

My ears perk up as i was fully cautious. I snapped my head toward the sound. A girl in the age range of either 15 -18. She had black hair that's messy, tied up, holding a bowl of fruits and a bottle of water. She had a Black T-shirt saying
(Adhd and autism is the different problem).

Whatever it meant, she had a black pant  that reach halfway to her thigh. Revealing a nasty scar that looked like injuries from falling down from something and scrapping it. It was from her thigh all the way to her ankle.

She had the same scare on her right arm as well. She wore a pair of glasses."who are u?!" I yelled.

Chinyifan pov

That's weird, who am I? How can he not remember me? I saved him from fucking dying.

I gave him a force smile. "Who am I is not important. I'm glad you have awoken." I spoke formally, placing the bowl of fruits and water on the nightstand.

"Now do not tired your body out. You need it for recovery. Eat." I spoke. Holding out a fully peeled apple cut into circle shape. He was reluctant at first. Which is. Well normal for ppl.

".... fine..." He let in, grabbing rhe apple and ate it slowly as he sat on the edge of the bed while I lean against the wall, eating a whole apple. Tho I'm glad he didn't lose his vocal.

We ate in silence, before he started to speak again. "Where am I, who are u, how long were I out and. Why are u so familiar." He spoke as I sigh. Looking at him.

Tbc