My Shadow Remembers (MemoryLoss! Alastor x Reader - Short Story)

Chapter One: Alastor, please.

He's been unconscious for hours. I thought he was going to be okay. I thought he was going to pull through. Once the battle was over and the hotel was rebuilt, he was up and moving with the rest of us. I knew he'd been hit, but it didn't seem like anything worse than a nasty cut at the time. How quickly that changed once we got inside.

The minute his foot hit the new carpet I noticed something was off. Instead of watching his eyes scan the new surroundings, they rolled back. That was quickly followed by his body becoming limp and losing balance. I'm glad I noticed when I did so I could catch him before he hurt himself more. With him being taller than me, I did end up tumbling to the ground. But I shielded his head and as much of his body as I could from the fall, protecting him.

That's what friends do.

Friends... nothing more.

Now that he still hasn't woken up, I'm starting to get even more worried. What if he never wakes up?

"(y/n)." I hear my name from the doorway of his new room. I don't know how comfortable he's going to be when he wakes up and realizes many of us have been in his room. He won't be comfortable in the first place knowing he's been unconscious and vulnerable in front of all of us. I would never let anything bad happen to him. At least to the best of my abilities.

I look over at Lucifer, who calmly walks up to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "You should really go get something to eat. We can take turns watching him." He recommends.

I shake my head, rejecting the idea. "No, I'll be okay. I want to be here when he wakes up." I explain as I look back at Alastor. I can see his chest rise and fall. It's the only comfort I have knowing that he's not dead. I look back at Lucifer. "So, any ideas?" I ask him, referring to Alastor's condition.

"I've done everything I can do." Lucifer explains as he pulls up a chair and takes a seat next to me. "The wound on his chest will heal more properly over time. It's his mind I'm more worried about." Lucifer vaguely explains.

"I need more than that, Lucifer." I prompt, hoping he'll elaborate.

"He took a serious beating from Adam in that short amount of time. The chest wound is one thing. But with how hard he hit his head, I'm not sure what that will do to his mind." Lucifer looks at me with a serious look on his face. "If he wakes up-"

"When." I interrupt Lucifer. "When he wakes up."

"Right. When he wakes up, I can't guarantee how he'll act. Just..." Lucifer sighs and stands back up. "Just be safe, please." He sounds concerned. I don't blame him after that explanation. But Alastor and I have been friends for years.

"I'll be fine." I smile at Lucifer as I stay put in my chair.

"Good." Lucifer smiles back as he heads out of the room. "I'll bring you something to eat." He says as he walks out of the room and shuts the door. My eyes are fixated on the closed door, lost in thought.

Some food will be great; I am pretty hungry. But I do want to be here when Alastor wakes up.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of groaning. My head whips around so fast I'm surprised I didn't snap my own neck by accident. When I look down at Alastor, he has this facial expression like he's in pain. Yet somehow, that smile has still never faded. Even when he's unconscious he still wears his smile. It's impressive. But I can tell, even with his eyes closed, he doesn't feel like smiling.

I see his ear twitch as his eyes blink open a few times. It takes him a good few blinks for him to be more aware of his surroundings. I feel so relieved as I watch him look around. I know he's not back to feeling 100% yet, but he's awake!

His red eyes lock onto my (e/c) eyes, finally realizing I'm in the room with him.

"Good morning sun-" Before I can even finish the sentence, I feel my body get forcefully pushed out of the chair and against the wall roughly. It takes me a second to fully process what just happened. I feel the black tentacle around my neck and my feet can't reach the ground. Luckily, I have enough arm strength to relieve some of the pressure on my neck, holding onto the appendage to the best of my ability.

Alastor is sitting up in the bed with a terribly angry look on his smiling face. His eyes have that slight green glow in them, and he has his arm outstretched in the same direction I'm being held against the wall. His chest is still bandaged up from Lucifer's help earlier. If it wasn't for those bandages though... holy Hell, this is absolutely not the time!

"A-Alastor?" I struggle to ask. Not from lack of breath, more just from surprise. I know he looks angry, but I think underneath that, he's afraid.

"Who are you and why are you in here?" Alastor asks in a rough tone, still not putting me down. So, Lucifer was on to something. Does Alastor not remember me?

"Alastor! It's me, (y/n)!" I try to explain to him. It seems like my name doesn't ring any bells in his mind. He still looks angry. Probably because of the vulnerable state he's currently in. "Please, Alastor, we're friends." I explain further, still using my arms to hold me up.

"I don't have friends." Alastor states confidently, still keeping me in place.

"Do you really think that?" I question, but he doesn't respond. There must be something I can do or say that can convince him I'm not a threat. I look around his room in the hopes that I can find something. Anything! Then it finally hits me.

"Alastor, can I see your shadow?" I ask. I don't miss how this question surprises him. One of his eyebrows rises in confusion and interest.

"Why?" He responds with a question. That's valid, he still thinks I'm a threat for some reason.

"I know your shadow displays your inner most thoughts and feelings." I begin explaining. I finally feel my arms losing traction. It's getting harder to keep holding myself up. "You're the one who explained it to me." I can tell this explanation is beginning to stick with Alastor. "If your shadow trusts me, will you?" I ask him.

He doesn't move for a few seconds, thinking about my question. I see the green glow in his eyes dissipate as he thinks. While he mulls it over, I'm beginning to lose my grip. He can see my struggles clearly.

"Alastor, please." I ask, trying to speed up the process before I completely lose my grip.

His ear twitches at my plea. After a few more seconds he finally releases me from his hold. I gently fall back to the ground and take a deep breath, holding my knees as I bend down and catch my breath. Once I look back up, I see that his eyes have shifted over to his own shadow on the wall next to him. It's like they're having a silent conversation with each other.

Once his shadow looks over in my direction, I can't tell anymore if my idea is a good one or a bad one.