During a rainy night, the prince of the Goetia, Stolas, was doing a casual stroll until he came upon a box. Curious, he opened it to find a baby imp, abandoned by its mother and father. Taking pity on the poor thing, Stolas made the decision to take...
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Y/n eyes flutter opens as his eyesight adjusts to his new surroundings. Y/n groans as he tries to get up, only to be stopped by a painful sensation in his chest. Tracing his hand over it, he feels bandages and remembers what happened at the ranch.
Y/n: Striker....
He takes a moment to calm himself as he's not exactly in the right state to be going out and finding Striker. Right now, he just needed to focus on gaining his strength back. But there was still one thing on his mind. How the fuck did he get to the hospital?
Nurse: *walks in* I am so sick of the fucking-! Oh, Mr. Goetia! You're awake. How do you feel?
Y/n: Like shit. What exactly happened?
Nurse: Prince Stolas brought you in. You were covered with blood and wounds. When the doctors took a look, you were hit with blessed metal.
Y/n: (Blessed metal. Right. Striker tried to kill dad with an angelic rifle, but who supplied him with it?) So, how am I looking? Think I'll recover?
Nurse: Very much sir. The damage wasn't too bad, but rest is advised.
Y/n: Thanks. So when can I get out of here?
Nurse: We just need to sign some paperwork and then you'll be able to go home. Your father really must care about you a lot. He visited all the time along with some other. Well let me got get those papers for you.
The nurse walks out of Y/n's hospital room. Y/n turns his head to the right and sees some flowers and cards from his coworkers and family (minus Stella). He takes one and reads it and immediately notices that it's Octavia's writing.
"Hey little brother. It's me Octavia. After your trip to the harvest moon festival, I was getting worried when you didn't return home with dad. He told me what happened to you and I honestly freaked out. But he told me that your injuries weren't severe so that calmed me down a bit. I hope you get better soon. Till you get better.
- Your bookworm, Octavia"
Y/n could help but gain a small smile on his face after reading the card. Him and Octavia had always been close, even as children they've been close. Y/n put the card down and rested his head on the hospital pillow, waiting for himself to be discharged.
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After a very, very long 45 minutes, because the nurse was being slow purposely, Y/n had finally been discharged from the hospital. The doctor had come by to give Y/n instructions on how to treat his bandages properly when resting at home. He had a total of four bandages on him. One on his shoulder, two on his torso and the last one on his leg.
