(Rem x Reader) Re:Reader - Starting YOUR New Life in Another World

Chapter 141: Wrath

Chapter 141: Wrath

Head spinning, YN was extremely slow to sit up after being flung such a far distance. With dizziness, he forced himself to roll over so he could right himself.

All over his body, internally, he ached. While his bones and muscles felt tired and weathered, his skin, he realized, was numb and slightly tingly on certain spots. The side of his body that had taken the brunt of the fireball, shot by Roswaal, felt irritated, as if he had contracted a rather bad sunburn.

YN: ...R..am...

Said with a dry mouth and throat, about half a dozen paces from him, the pink-haired maid laid unmoving on the ground. Her outfit, torn and bloodied, looked exactly how Rem's had when YN had arrived at the aftermath of the White Whale's subjugation.

Knowing Ram was in far worse of a condition, at least as much as YN could figure right now, he tried to stand to reach her, yet—

YN: —Gah.

His body, losing balance, like a carriage with only three wheels, refused to stay upright when he tried to stand.

What is going on?

Only letting his most idle thoughts contemplate why such a task was being difficult, he began to tunnel vision on only the objective of reaching Ram's side, disregarding the fact half his body was refusing to function.

Content with crawling, using only one arm, and one leg to do so, his one-track mind found this to be acceptable given it was progress being made to get closer to Ram.

YN: Ra...m...

Keeping the peach-haired maid in the good part of his vision, his conscious self was failing to acknowledge that the same side of his body that was refusing commands to move, was also the side his eyesight was now massively blurred on as well, akin to having something like a cataract obstructing his view.

I gotta... I gotta get to her...

As the leg that refused to move was dragged across the flowery ground, it too tingled painfully in a numbed sense. But before long, Ram was reached.

YN: Ram...

Hoisting her back up onto his good leg with his functioning arm, the maid was taking short, shallow breaths while she remained unconscious. Dried blood stained her face now from where her horn's scar had glowed in its fury to secure the Gospel that was now destroyed.

Knowing she was on the verge of death should nothing be done soon, YN hesitated for a moment now.

She needs mana, but I remember how she reacted to that last time I tried to do that...

His memory spaced back to the fargone Loop when he had first tried to give Ram mana.

The technique required the delivery of colorless mana, something YN could only do via Algol. The issue with that though, was when he had tried restoring the maid's naturally unreplenishable stores, he was at first shown an expression of true euphoria, only to then be followed by confusion, anger, and stern request to never do that to her again.

—If I don't give her mana now though... she'll certainly die...

In YN's mind, the horror of a reality where Rem were to wake up, to a world where Ram had perished was something he refused to see come to fruition. Especially if it were something like this that he could have a direct hand in preventing.

Taking a labored breath, his breath hitched in his throat, and out of reflex, coughed twice into his elbow. Looking down at the splatter of red this left on his shirt sleeve, YN quickly pushed this observation out of his mind so he could focus on steeling his nerves to help Ram.