ALL CAPS (Rapper male reader x Arcane / KDA)

Recovery

You open your eyes in a haze, a series of fragmented memories flashing like old film reels. Explosions. Screams. Jinx's manic laughter echoing through the void. Powder's innocent smile dissolving into Jinx's twisted grin. Her haunting words reverberate in your mind: "Powder is dead. It's Jinx now."

The sound of beeping cuts through the noise, pulling you into a faint awareness. Slowly, you begins to discern the sterile smell of antiseptics, the soft hum of fluorescent lights, and the faint hiss of an oxygen mask. Your body feels heavy, weighed down by fatigue and injuries.

You blink. The world swims into focus, distorted through the mask strapped to your face. White walls. An IV drip. A heart monitor beeping steadily beside you. It clicks—youre in a hospital.

Panic seizes you.

You jolt upright, the sudden motion sending pain shooting through your ribs and your vision spinning. Your breathing quickens, fogging up the mask as you tug it off, gasping for air. The machines beside you wail in protest, but you don't care. You swing your legs over the bed, your bare feet meeting the cold tile floor.

"Powder," you croak, your voice raw. "I need to—"

Your knees buckle as you try to stand. You collapse against the bedside table, sending it crashing to the floor. The IV tugs painfully at your arm, and you rip it out without a second thought, blood trickling down your forearm. Your head pounds, your vision blurring as you stumbles towards the door, your body screaming in protest.

You grip the doorknob, turning it with trembling hands, and stagger into the hallway. The fluorescent lights feel too bright, and every sound—voices, footsteps, the squeak of a cart's wheels—feels too loud. You lean heavily against the wall, your breaths shallow and ragged.

"Sir, you need to stop!" A nurse rushes towards you, her voice filled with concern. She tries to steady you, her hands on your shoulders. "You're not well enough to be walking—"

"I need to go," you growl, your desperation overriding your pain. You shrug her off, your gaze wild. "I have to find her. She needs me."

"You'll collapse again if you don't rest!" she pleads, but you push forward, dragging yourself down the hallway, one shaky step at a time.

Finally, you stumble into the waiting room, and your eyes fall on her—your mother. She's sitting in one of the chairs, her face pale with worry, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. The moment she sees you, she stands, her expression shifting to shock.

"Y/n?" she gasps, rushing towards you as you collapses into her arms.

You clings to her, Your voice breaking as you murmur, "Mom... we have to go. Powder... she needs me."

Her arms wrap around you, her heart breaking as she feels your trembling frame. "Y/n, you're hurt. You need to rest," she says gently, though her voice is thick with emotion.

"No," you whisper, your head resting against her shoulder. "She's still in there. I know she is. I can't leave her."

Tears well in her eyes as she strokes your hair, torn between her maternal instinct to protect you and the fierce determination in your voice.

Your mother holds you tightly, her voice soft but firm as she whispers, "We'll worry about Powder later. Right now, you need to rest. You're no good to anyone like this, sweetheart."

You try to protest, but your strength is gone. Exhaustion creeps up on you like a tidal wave, and your body feels heavier with every passing second. You lean against her, Your breath slowing.

"Mom... I'm sorry," You mumble, your voice thick with emotion. "I've been so caught up in everything... the music, the fame... I haven't seen you in days."

Your mother's hand gently strokes your hair. "Shh, it's okay, y/n. I understand. You've been chasing your dreams, but I'll always be here. Just focus on getting better."

Her soothing words lull you into unconsciousness, the weight of guilt and exhaustion pulling you under.

When you wake, the harsh beeping of the heart monitor is the first thing you notices. The room is calm now, the spinning in your head replaced by a dull ache. Your eyes flutter open, and the sterile ceiling of the hospital room comes into view.

"Good, you're awake." A middle-aged doctor stands at the foot of your bed, flipping through a clipboard. "You gave us quite the scare. How are you feeling?"

You try to sit up, but a sharp pain in your ribs forces you to stop. "Like I got hit by a train," you mutter, your voice hoarse.

"Well, that's not far off. You've got two cracked ribs, severe bruising along your torso, some internal bleeding and some mild dehydration. You're lucky you didn't pass out sooner." The doctor sets the clipboard down. "You'll need to take it easy for at least a few weeks—no strenuous activity. And stay hydrated."

You nod absently, your mind drifting to the events of the last day. Powder. Jinx. Vi. The chaos in Zaun.

As the doctor leaves, your mother steps forward, her face lined with worry. "I'm so glad you're okay," she says, sitting beside your bed and taking your hand.

"Thanks, Mom," you say softly, squeezing her hand in return.

She hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "There was... a woman here earlier," she says carefully, her expression unreadable. "She barged in, demanding to see you. The staff tried to tell her you weren't allowed visitors yet, but she wouldn't listen. They had to escort her out."

You raise an eyebrow, already suspecting who it might be. "What did she look like?"

"Tall, beautiful, very striking. Bright hair, sharp features... and a personality to match," his mother says with a slight frown. "She seemed furious, though I couldn't tell if it was at you or the staff."

You sigh, rubbing your face with one hand. "That sounds like Evelynn."

"Evelynn?" Your mother tilts her head. "She didn't leave her name. Do you want me to ask the hospital not to let her in?"

"No," you say quickly, then hesitates. "I mean... no, it's fine. I'll deal with it later."

Your mother studies you for a moment before nodding. "Alright. But for now, you need to focus on resting and recovering. Whatever else is going on, it can wait."

You lean back into the pillows, closing your eyes. "Yeah... okay," you murmur, though your mind is anything but calm. Evelynn's unexpected visit, Powder's haunting transformation, and the weight of everything you've been through swirl in your thoughts, making rest feel like an impossible task.