Let's Search The Sky | Ben Hargreeves X Reader

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Ricochet

- Y/N's POV -

"There you go. All done!" The blond woman, or 'mom' as they all called her, said, having just finished covering up my new stitches with gauze.

"Thank you," I said, a small smile on my face. I was grateful for her kindness, however, it was hard to show gratitude with the physical pain and emotional stress I was in at the moment.

I slowly sat up, feeling the cramp in my lower middle to right abdomen strengthen. I bit my lip, furrowing my eyebrows and squeezing my eyelids shut. The blinding pain made the light seem brighter——more painful as it somehow managed to shine through my shut eyelids.

I looked forward, seeing Ben looking at me with a crimson face. I furrowed my eyebrows at him for a moment, but looked down at myself, realizing what he had such a flustered expression on his face.

My shirt was off, I was only in a bra because of the work their mother had been doing on my wound. However, now that it was stitched up, I had the opportunity to slip my shirt back on. If it weren't for Ben being in the room, I wouldn't necessarily be in a hurry to put a top back on, as the fabric would be brushing against the sore, newly treated laceration. Nevertheless, seeing Ben's stunned and flustered face, I concluded that it was only fair for me to put my top back on——I would just have to try to stop the fabric from touching the stitched up area... which, in honesty, was going to be hard; I didn't want my mind to be occupied with making sure my wound wasn't getting touched by my shirt——there were other things I needed to process... everything that had just taken place was forced to hide in the back of my mind. I needed to face it, yet, part of me was afraid to. Part of me was afraid of the possibility of Five bring right; I was afraid that was because I was being hunted... all because I tried to escape the shootout?

I reached over to grab the still blood-soaked [whatever shirt you'd like :)]. I began to straighten it out so I could see which side was the front and which side was the back. I dreaded the idea of putting on, not just a shirt that was wet, but a shirt that was soaked in my own blood. I really, really didn't want to.

This left me debating on what to do; all the other shirts I had brought were either decently fitting, or something I didn't want to ruin... all expect for a few croo tops. As long as it didn't reach the wound, I would be okay.

"I'm gonna go back to my room and change," I said, standing up. Blood struggled to rush through my body, I was dizzy; I must've lost a gnarly amount of blood, but not enough to be fatal.

"Hey, hey, Y/n," Ben said, walking closer to me, "be careful."

"I'm alright," I said, "I'm alright. You should probably go get cleaned up, too," I stared at a small scratch on his cheekbone. It must've been from the debris of the building at the time of the attack.

I walked forward out of the room, towards my own.

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I rummaged through my bag. Fabric and denim slid across my fingertips
I pulled out a black top with a white collar and white sleeves, it also had a white outline of a star. I had to change my pants, too, as the front waistband had been soaked with blood. I pulled out [whatever low-waisted bottoms you'd like.]

I walked over to the mirror after getting dressed, seeing my face covered in patches of dust, and my h/c hair tangled.

I reached for my hairbrush, which laid on the dresser, but was interrupted by the sound of gunshots... for a second time.

"For christs sake, again?" I began to walk over towards the door, the aching pain in my stomach making it harder to keep walking.

I stood beside the door hinges, anticipating for the moment that the door would open. Whoever was here was here to hunt me down, I needed to trick them.

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Each minute felt like an hour as I waited. Sweat collected on my forehead and beneath the hair on the back of my neck. The house had grown silent. Too silent. I could hear my own breathing, a sound that I tried to lessen as much as I could.

Footsteps began to grow louder. They were quick——frantic. They seemed to be in a hurry, like a child in desperate in need of aid.

The door flew open, I guess I hadn't really thought this through, because the doorknob jabbed me right in the stomach, fight above my stitched up wound. I groaned in pain hunching over while I clutched my stomach.

"Y/n?"

It was Ben's voice. It wasn't long before he came into view, having matched where my pained sounds had come from.

"Oh my god, Y/n, I'm so sorry..." He said, stepping towards me, his hands awkwardly out, as if he didn't know what to do.

"It's okay... It was my fault, it was stupid to hide behind the door," I said in a strained voice, looking up towards him, "what was happening, why did it go quiet?"

He went quiet for a moment, "whoever was there... I think took Klaus, he was downstairs alone and I can't find him anywhere——they might've taken him and left."

My lips parted in shock, "oh my God, Ben, I'm so sorry——"

I walked over towards Ben, slowly, as my body was still swallowed by the pain. The ache in my abdomen felt like fire——like something was cauterizing it from the inside.

"It's not your fault-" he looked over, "I just don't know what to do... If he's really gone, how do we- what do we..."

He tripped over his own words, emotions seemingly swallowing him.