Misty Day x Reader (My saving grace)

You know you're my saving grace

You wake up in a haze. You realize you are lying on cool grass. Your hair is feeling moist from the wetness of the dewy lush green grasses. You have no idea why you are here but you know something does not feel right. After all you woke up in a swamp! You get up to dust off your clothes. It is muddy and wet and you decide it is no use trying to clean it. You start walking to see if you if you can find someone that can help you because you don't know the way back to the road.

Your head is throbbing as you walk. It is beginning to get dark. You feel light-headed as you struggle to keep your pace. The sound of a million tiny grasshoppers is deafening to you. As you traipse the swamps, you feel a droplet on your head. Then another one, then another until you feel the splatter of the cruel rain on your aching body. "Fuck this day!" you say out loud. Your vision begins to blur. In the near-distance you see what looks like a shack. You want to believe what you're seeing is real. No, you tell yourself, "I must be dreaming". You begin to walk as fast as your two legs could carry you, which isn't fast at all. You walk up to the wooden pathway which leads to the front door. You knock twice and wait. You haven't prayed in a long time but you realize you're silently hoping and praying that someone was home. By now you're seeing in doubles but what you could make out is a blonde woman dressed in a short red dress who answers the door. That is the last thing you remember.

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All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind

Would you stay if she promised to you heaven?

You open your eyes and you hear music being played very softly. You are confused about where you are. Suddenly you remember the woman you saw and that you came to her home. You turn your head to see her sitting on a chair over you. She is dipping a sponge in a bucket of water. Your grey jersey is off and you are lying on her shamrock-coloured couch. You observe her every move as she squeezes the sponge releasing water into the bucket and bring it to your neck. She has a pitiful look on her face as she soothingly glides the sponge over your neck and chest. You are first to break the silence.

"T...thank you. You are very kind."

Her wintry blue eyes look directly into yours as she rubs the sponge on your torso. "Oh ya don't have to thank me," she says humbly in a thick Cajun accent.

"What happened? I remember I came here after I woke up in the swamp."

She shoots you a soft smile. "That's for you to tell me. You knocked on my door. Just when I opened the door you passed out on duh porch. You were bleedin. You look like you've been rode hard and put up wet. My daddy used to say that. Don't worry I fixed it up but ya still should see a doctor about dat." Her gaze shifts to your head. You put your hand on your head and you feel a cloth around it.  Apparently she had cleaned and bandaged your wound. You didn't even know you had one. All you remember is that you were having the worst headache in your life.

"You helped me. I do not know how to thank you enough. If it weren't for you I would have probably died or remained in the swamp until someone came looking for me."

"Tell me sumthin child. What were you doin in the swamp all by yourself? You don't seem to be from 'round here."

"That's the thing. Ugh. I don't even remember how I got here. All I remember is that I had awaken in the swamp. I was lying on the floor but I can't seem to remember how I got there."

"Shh. Hush now. Here drink this." She hands you a cup and a blue t shirt.

"What is this?" you ask her.