PRIDE (Leona x Reader) [Twisted Wonderland]

Chapter 13

You didn't realize anything was wrong until you heard Leona cough. The harsh sound was followed by a heavy thump, as he failed to hold himself up. You turned around to see him on a knee, bent over. There was a string of bloodied saliva dripping through his fingers, and his hand was filled with blood.

"Leona!" you approached him hurriedly, as the dread you'd been trying to ignore turned into horror. His wounds were much worse than he'd tried to make them seem... But you couldn't see where or how he was hurt, only that his yellow uniform was starting to turn red, and he was, well, he grumbled something inaudible back at you, and slumped to the ground. "Leona!"

You shook him a little, which probably didn't help, but you needed him to not pass out. It was too late though, his eyelids had fluttered shut and he made no sound besides labored breathing. He lay half on his side half on his stomach, in an uncomfortable, unnatural position that really freaked you out. Was Leona going to die? No, you shouldn't be thinking that, you should be helping him! Doing something!

You flipped him over so that he was onto his back, hoping that wouldn't do any more damage to him. It was dark, so there wasn't much you could see on his person. You couldn't even tell where the blood stopped and where it started, only that the spot seemed to be expanding for every second you did nothing.

This shouldn't have happened. He should have been the one to climb the shelving, he never should have trusted you with anything! If he'd gone on his own he would have been fine!

You placed a hand over his stomach and felt the wet smoothness of blood on leather. Should you apply pressure or should you not? Should you try to wrap something around his waist to stop the bleeding? You didn't have anything except the uniform you were wearing-the one he'd given you-so you took off the jacket in hopes it would do.

You had only gotten that far when you heard a noise. A distant noise. Voices. Panic shot through you-this really couldn't get any worse, could it? You didn't know what they were saying. They were too far away for that.

You wondered if they would spot you. It was likely that they were heading this way, toward the mirror hall like you had been. You wondered if you would be able to carry Leona out of sight and pass by without them seeing you. Or would they spot the trail of blood in the moonlight? Just because you couldn't see very well didn't mean they couldn't. There were witches and wolfmen all over the place. Who really cared though, you weren't willing to do that anyway. The only thing that mattered now was helping Leona.

Wait. That was it. What if they could help Leona?

You shot up and took a few steps toward the sound, then thought better of leaving Leona behind. Your voice caught in your throat when you brought your hands to your mouth to shout, "Hello?" The lack of immediate response made you shiver. "Is someone there? I-I need help!"

A light appeared, giving face to two silhouettes a ways up the path. One of them you had seen before, the other you hadn't. Neither of them were Crowley. You felt unambiguously relieved. They both appeared to be students, of two different house-colors, one in red undertones, holding out his wand to produce the blessed light, and the other in lime green, with silver hair and a blank face.

"What's going on here?" asked the familiar red haired boy, the one that had helped you with your uniform the first time you'd met. His expression was scrunched up in a dissatisfied manner, and his eyes looked somewhere between startled, confused and ready-to-persecute, but it still filled you with a small bubble of hope to see him again.

"He's hurt," you say, moving aside so they can get a better view of Leona. "I don't know what to do. He said he was fine, but then he fell over. There's a lot of blood..."