It's the same nightmare as before, except... This time something is different. I hear fast footsteps alongside me. We're both running from something. I trip again and hear whoever the other person carefully make their way down the hill I just rolled down. The familiar voice calling my name and saying the same things as last time, but there is another name...
"Lukas an-"
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I wake up from my dream. I hear someone humming, but I can't tell what melody it is. The surface beneath me doesn't feel the same as the one I passed out on. Oh god, where did this person take me...
My body feels lighter than before, and slightly colder. It isn't until the person places a calloused hand on my side before I realize I'm only wearing my boxers. I want to fight them off, but I can't let them know I'm awake just yet. Not until I figure out what's going on.
Then I remember. Falling through the floor and getting the injury somewhere on my body that induced quite a lot of blood flow. And just as I remember, I feel more blood drip from a cut on my right side. Along with the blood, I feel a small, sharp pain. And another. And another. A few more sharp pains and blood drips later, I realize that whoever this person is, they're stitching up my cut. Must have been worse than I thought.
After finishing up stitching my side, they move to stitching the apparently long cut on my lower thigh, knee, and upper calve on my right leg. After finishing all of that, they wrap the stitchings with some sort of gauze or cloth and push up my torso, wrapping my back and side as well.
"Hell of a fall, buddy. I hope you're gonna be okay, Norge..." Their voice is too quiet for me to make out anything familiar.
'How did this person know me??' I think.
I clench my fists, and move to sit up on my own. Whoever is there lets go of me and comes around front. I slowly open my eyes, adjusting to the faint lighting in the room, and to my surprise, I'm greeted with a face I'd never thought I'd be happier to see.
"M-Mathias...?" I ask, hopefully.
The man smiles the biggest smile I think I've ever seen. That familiar smile of a man I'd never thought I'd love to see.
"Lukas! Oh, Lukie... I was so worried." He hugs me and seemingly forgets about my injury because it starts to hurt.
"Mathias... You're hurting me..."
"Oh, oh yeah! So sorry, Lukie..," He lets go of me. "Also, sorry for knockin' ya out, but I didn't think I could get ya out of the floor while you were awake."
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When Will I See You Again.
FanfictionAfter being hit hard by the beginning of the apocalypse, Norge sets out to find his younger brother and the rest of the Nordics. His body weak and barely stable, he pushes himself through the hell that has covered the world. Will he make it to his b...
