Color Coded (RF Wally x Y/N)

Chapter 27: Butcher's POV

"NOOOOO!!!!!!!" I scream. I jump back when I see your body jerk away from my volume. Your eyes slowly open and you look down at us.

"Angel face..." I say and place my hand on the glass.

You reach for me, but your hand drops down.

"Y/N..." Wally says as he gets up. He looks up at you and tears start streaming down his face. "I'm....I'm so sorry..."

You raise your arm again and try to point at something before your arm falls back down. You try again, but you cannot hold your arm up long enough. You close your eyes and try again.

I look toward the direction at where you are trying to point at. I run over to a computer.

"Wals keep her awake!" I yell.

"Y/N please stay with us!" Wally yells. You open your eyes.

"What's the code?" I demand.

"I don't know," Wally stammers.

Wally's POV

I watch you hold up two fingers and put your hand down. Your hand is shaking. I need three more numbers.

"What's the next number?" I ask. You hold up one finger.

"2...1..." I look up at you and quickly turn my attention to Butcher. "2116!"

Butcher punches in the numbers and the fluid starts to drain out of the chamber. Your body floats down as the chamber empties. I yank the door of the chamber open and scoop you up into my arms. You reach for your oxygen mask and pull it off. Your neck starts to regenerate.

Butcher runs over to us and notices the large scar forming across your neck. "Can she talk?"

You try, but I put a finger to your lips. "You can damage your vocal cords, give yourself time to heal."

"Hey she's...she's not healing anymore!" Butcher motions to your missing arm and leg.

"She is." Scar tissue is forming around the injuries and I sigh. "She's going to need prosthetics."

Cromwell arrives and rushes you to the infirmary. We hook you up to IVs to hydrate you and into a private room. I prop you up with pillows and you tug on my lab coat.

"Yes?" I ask.

You pretend to write.

"Pen and paper? Yes, that would be better than playing charades." I said. You weakly smile and I smile back before I fetch you the materials.

You write a sentence down and I pick the piece of paper up to examine it. " You need a lattuce? What?"

You shake your head no. Butcher snatches the paper. "You need the latitude?"

You shake your head no again. You inch your finger for me to come closer. I come over and sit beside you. You reach your hand into my pocket and take out my cell phone. You hold it up to me.

"You want your phone?" I ask. You shake your head no.

Your voice is a hoarse whisper. "C...Co..de..."

"Oh she needs your code!" Butcher says.

"No shit, dumbass..." I say as I type in my code and you take my phone away. You place the phone on the food tray table in front of you and start to type.

"Shut up pussy cat, at least I got it first." Butcher snaps.

I ignore him and watch you type. You show me the message.