Kaneki X Reader

my ghoul-friend?

You groaned in pain when you sat up in the small bed that you had been in for a day or so. You honestly wondered what happened to the guy did he get caught by the girl? Did he get killed?

Forget it I don't care its not my problem anymore.

You said amongst yourself your brows frowning at the mention of that day. Your vision finally settled and you looked around the dull and colorless room you were in.

You tried to push yourself up a little more but your groans only got louder and the pain only got worse. When footsteps approached your room you jumped; and very much regretted it. A voice asked if anyone was in. Part of you wanted to ignore the person but the other side of you didn't since the voice seemed foreign yet somewhat familar.

The door opened to a crack and soon was opened all the way revealing a black haired male looking down at your injured form. You wanted to shout for help and run away when he came in completely but noticed that he didn't seem like a bad guy at all right now if anything he seemed..sorry at most disappointed.

"I- didn't mean to-"

he started, sincerity drenched in his voice. You nod a bit closing your eyes reassuring him that you understand, but you still obviously don't trust him. all you remember is getting hit awfully hard after seeing him as a ghoul so it was his fault anyway you had thought. He gives you a sad smile in respose.

I felt bad about what happened.."

You opened your mouth to say something but all that came out was a dry hum.  He bowed and bid goodbye before he left.

(first person)

I rolled over thinking to myself. What was the point of him coming here, just to say sorry? What if I had decided to rat him out and tell the police he was a ghoul?

Who am I kidding? I don't even have the balls to do that.

A/n:  this is really shitty even though I redid it.