Into the Fog

Adrenaline Rush (Meg Thomas X Reader)

Adrenaline Rush

Meg Thomas X Reader

Overview:

- Meg's adrenaline rush always comes to a crash shortly after escaping the trials leaving her with a killer headache and a worried reader to nurse her back to health

The pressure and pain swelled through Meg's head, behind her eyes, even to her ears. The light from the fire burned too brightly and the talking from other survivors was all too much. She would do it again though, without a moment's hesitation. She turned; one eye opened while the other remained closed with the damp cloth you had given her minutes ago.

During the trial, Meg had watched the Huntress throw her axe directly into your back, downing you so close to the exit gate. You refused to leave, and she had known you wouldn't run away, not while she was still in the trial. Meg couldn't let the Huntress grab you, not when an escape was so close to you, not when you stayed behind because of her. Planting her feet firmly against the dead earth, she did what she did best and began sprinting towards the towering woman.

It didn't take long for Meg to run her around a few pillars while you crawled to the safety of Nea, who waited nervously on the other side of the gate. Once you cleared the threshold, Nea grabbed you and began healing you with what little supplies she had left. Meg joined soon after, only to practically pass out the moment she stepped into the light of the campfire.

If Meg wasn't in such pain, she would have taken care of your wounds properly, but the aftereffects of adrenaline always sent her into a crashing state. Yet there you were, caring for her despite your lingering wounds. She watched you pour boiling water over herbs you had collected from all the foraging trips you routinely made. Her heart warmed at the action. Taking care of others came so easy for Meg. It began with her teammates and then her ill mother, but no one had taken care of her the way you had. No one else tore their clothes to make rags for her eyes, foraged for herbs to conjure remedies, or even washed the visible blood away from her skin as she lay on a log away from everyone.

She would be lying if she said she didn't like the treatment. Quite the opposite, she loved your attention. To the others, she was one of the first victims brought by the entity, causing the weight of responsibility to fall on her shoulders along with the other original survivors. When you came, she never thought twice about what you would mean to her until she was in a very similar position to where she is now. You healed her then and every time since.

Meg took a moment to watch you, studying the shape of your body, and the way your eyes held so much focus on your task at hand. You were bent over the steaming cup checking the sides to see if the liquid was still too hot for her to drink. Then you grabbed a rag, dipped it in water, and left it draped over a log to cool. Meg laid her head back, closed her eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief. She might be hurting, but she was content knowing she was safe with you.

"Meg," you whispered gently while holding the slightly steaming cup, "can you sit up?"

Meg didn't respond, she merely slid off the log until she was upright with her back against it. Removing the rag, she kept her eyes squinted shut in pain. She cracked one eye slightly open to reach for the cup but you stopped her.

"I can help." Your voice was gentle as you lifted the cup closer to her mouth.

Her fingertips touched your wrist lightly, "you've helped me enough already. You need to rest too."

She was stubborn. It was a trait that's grown on you over the years, but she would fold, she always did when she ultimately concluded that you were stubborn as well. "I'll rest when you're well enough to do the same." You brought the cup to her lips again with one hand while the other went to lightly hold it under her chin in case something spilled. You hadn't realized some of your fingertips had rested on the side of her face until she had leaned into the touch, resting slightly on them between sips.

You watched her drink, slowly her muscles relaxed from the rigid posture they held so often. When the tea was finished, you removed your hand. The cold seemed strange, unwelcome even, and a part of you craved Meg's warmth again. She looked so peaceful laying against the log, head back, arms folded.

You moved to stand but Meg's arm reached out and gently grabbed your elbow. "Stay with me?" She was alert now, but her eyes held a pleading look. You thought she might say more, something important, as her gaze traveled over your face. Instead, her eyes met yours again. "Please?" she whispered faintly.

Grabbing a folded blanket from the edge of the log, you wrapped your body with Meg's. Her head was nestled in the crook of your neck, arms around each other as you watched the large fire in the distance.