Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

You got highly injured

The air was thick with smoke and blood, the metallic scent clinging to your lungs. Every breath burned, sharp and stinging, as if the battle itself had crawled inside you.

You barely registered the chaos around you, ears ringing, body heavy. It felt like the world was tilting, the ground unsteady beneath your feet.

The pain was a slow, creeping thing at first—dull, distant—before it sharpened, tearing through you like fire. A sharp gasp left your lips, but even that felt too weak, swallowed by the agony in your ribs.

You stumbled, hands pressing against the deep wound at your side, warm blood seeping through your fingers. The stickiness made your stomach twist, the knowledge of how bad it was sinking in too fast.

Sevika’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and panicked. It was rare to hear her like this, her usual composure shattered in an instant.

“Doll!” The way she said it—desperate, urgent—sent a shiver through you colder than the blood loss.

You barely had time to react before strong arms caught you, keeping you from collapsing. The warmth of her embrace was a stark contrast to the chill creeping up your spine.

She was breathing hard, her usual calm shattered by the sight of you like this. Her chest rose and fell in rapid bursts, tension coiled tight in every muscle.

Her metal arm tightened around you, keeping you pressed against her. The cool steel was grounding, solid, a lifeline against the dizziness swallowing you whole.

“Stay with me,” she muttered, voice rough, almost desperate. You had never heard Sevika plead before, but this—this was damn close.

Your head lolled slightly, vision swimming, pain making it hard to focus. Everything felt distant, like you were floating just outside of reality.

“Didn’t mean… to make a mess,” you mumbled weakly, trying to joke. The attempt was pitiful, your voice barely a breath, but you still felt her tense.

“Shut up,” she snapped, but her grip on you was impossibly gentle. She didn’t mean it—not in the way she usually did—but her voice wavered just enough to betray her fear.

You felt yourself being lifted, her strength never failing even as she carried you like you weighed nothing. The shift in movement made the pain spike, but you bit down on it, unwilling to make this harder for her.

Every step she took sent jolts of pain through you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to complain. You could hear her heartbeat against your ear, wild and erratic, betraying just how much this was affecting her.

Sevika was tense, her jaw locked, eyes dark with something raw. Her breathing was uneven, the controlled warrior cracking under the weight of losing you.

You knew she blamed herself. She always did, even when it wasn’t her fault, even when you would never let her carry that burden alone.

Knew she was already running through a hundred different scenarios where she could’ve stopped this. Her mind was always sharp, always planning, but this was one thing she couldn’t undo, and that fact was killing her.

“You’re gonna be fine,” she muttered, more to herself than to you. Her grip on you tightened, as if she could hold you together through sheer will.

You forced a small smile, even as black spots danced at the edges of your vision. If this was it, if these were your last moments, you wanted to see her like this—fierce, unwavering, yours.

“You always take good care of me.” The words came out softer than you intended, a quiet truth wrapped in exhaustion.

Her grip tightened, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. She swallowed thickly, her throat working around words she couldn't bring herself to say.

“Damn right I do.” Her voice had an edge, steel wrapped in tenderness, a promise she refused to break.

She kicked open a door, barking orders at whoever was inside, demanding help. Even now, through the haze of pain, you knew no one would dare defy her—not when she looked like this, like death itself had come knocking and she refused to answer.

You felt yourself slipping, the exhaustion pulling you under despite your best efforts to fight it. You tried to hold on, to stay in the moment, but your body betrayed you, dragging you into the dark.

Sevika’s voice was the last thing you heard, rough but gentle, shaking but strong. “Don’t you dare leave me, sugar.”