Multifandom One-shots

146. Arrow Between Life and Death - Cressida x female reader (The Hunger Games)

Long time no see, my beautiful readers!

How has everyone's week been? Have you found a special someone, started school, or even just managed to brush your teeth? Whatever you've been up to, remember—you're all doing AMAZING!

A huge thank you to EmmaTice598 for loving the last one-shot so much that you sent in another request. I apologize for the wait and hope this new one-shot makes up for it. I also hope it meets your expectations, as well as everyone else's!

Without further ado, enjoy the read, and I'll see you all in the next post!

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The mission was going smoothly until everything went wrong. Arrows flew through the air like deadly birds, forcing the group to scatter for cover. Y/N found herself separated from Cressida and the others, sprinting through the trees as arrows thudded into the ground around her.

Just as she was about to find a safe spot to regroup, pain exploded in her leg. An arrow struck, piercing deep into her flesh. Y/N gritted her teeth, biting back a scream as she stumbled behind a tree. She glanced down, heart pounding, to see the arrow lodged in her thigh. Blood was already soaking through her pants.

"Not now," she muttered through clenched teeth. "I can't... not now."

Y/N knew she couldn't let the injury slow her down. Pulling the arrow out with a pained grunt, she quickly tore a piece of her shirt and wrapped it around the wound, tightening it to stem the bleeding. Every movement sent a sharp pain through her body, but she forced herself to keep going.

When Y/N finally reunited with the group, she masked her limp as best she could, keeping her weight off the injured leg. She caught Cressida's eyes and gave a reassuring nod, though she could feel the blood still seeping through the makeshift bandage.

Y/N's struggle became increasingly evident as she moved with a pronounced limp, her face pale and sweaty. Each step was a battle against the pain, and she could feel the blood trickling down her leg, soaking the piece of cloth. Despite her efforts to stay focused, the throbbing pain made it difficult to maintain her composure. Y/N frequently paused to catch her breath; her face contorted in pain, but she kept any signs of discomfort hidden from the others.

When approached by fellow team members, Y/N would force a smile and downplay her condition. "Just a bit tired," she'd say, waving off any concern. She brushed off questions about her well-being, convincing everyone, and perhaps herself, that she were perfectly fine. Her interactions were increasingly terse, her usually friendly demeanor overshadowed by a strained effort to maintain normalcy.

Cressida, ever observant, began to notice the subtle signs of distress that her girlfriend was trying to hide. She saw the paleness of her face, the beads of sweat on her forehead, and the occasional wince when Y/N thought she wasn't looking. Despite her own concerns, Cressida kept her focus on the mission, not wanting to divert attention from their objectives, but her worry for Y/N grew stronger with each passing hour.

She found herself frequently glancing in Y/N's direction, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Should she confront Y/N now, or trust her to push through? The mission's success was crucial, but so was Y/N's well-being. Every time Y/N stumbled, Cressida's heart lurched, fear creeping up her spine. She knew Y/N was strong, but everyone had their limits.

As the mission continued, Y/N's condition worsened. The pain and blood loss took their toll, making it increasingly difficult for Y/N to keep up. Her steps became staggered, her face pallid, and her breathing shallow. The infection from the wound began to set in, causing feverish symptoms to escalate.