Rogue Cheney x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 21: Him

Your POV

Click Clack Click Clack

Footsteps. Why so many of them? Why do they seem to be in a rush? Where am I? What happened? Why am I in pain?

Crackle Pop

Am I hearing fire? Yes, it definitely smells like fire. Why does it smell so familiar?

"Everyone who has been injured, gather into the three tents, anyone who is not injured help the injured!"

Who's voice was that? That sounded like Erza. What does she mean by gathering the injured into the tents? What happened to the guild hall?

Wait.....

Phoenix and Seth. They came and destroyed the guild.

They hurt my guild mates.

Sting

Lector

Frosch

Rogue....

Rogue!!!!

My eyes snap open, letting the bright light enter my once darkened vision. I blink away the blindness and stare blankly at the white ceiling. I move my head to the sides, noticing the closed curtains surrounding me.
I begin to lift my head up, but pain restricts me from doing so. I grunt, slumping my head back into the pillow.

I breathe deeply, allowing the oxygen to completely fill my lungs. I take one final breath before heaving myself up into a sitting position.

I growl and close my eyes as pain pulses through my body, my torso being the worst of it. I clutch my stomach, wishing for the pain to end. When it seems to have no end. I swing my legs over the bed in a swift movement.

After a few minutes of just sitting there, taking deep breaths, the pain finally subdues. I open my eyes and look down at myself, instantly realising that my clothes have changed.

I have on black pants and a loose white singlet. I lift up the singlet a bit, revealing the thickly wrapped bandage covering my torso. I gently slide my fingers under the bandage and lightly lift it up.

The wounds I see are torturous. Black vein lines runs down my stomach and deeper into the the bandage. Bruises and cuts litter across my torso, some reaching across my back. A couple gashes are present on my stomach and the rest seeps further into the bandage.

I cringe at the sight and let go of the bandage. I look up to find a (f/c) shift hanging from a metal pole.

I slide off the bed, ignoring the pain, and reach for it. Once I grab it, I carefully sling it over my head and slide my arms through. I grunt at the discomfort but ignore it as well.

I begin to take a few steps, but the pressure on my left leg forces me to limp towards the closed curtain. I lean against the curtain pole, hesitantly grabbing the curtain and pulling it across.

I gasp at the horrifying sight. Two lines of twenty beds lay against the white walls of a large tent with only curtains separating them. I notice a few fairy tail emblems on people as they rush along the long narrow corridor, desperate to give medical supplies to the needed.

Tears begin to form at the corners of my eyes but I quickly wipe them away, remembering my mission.

I limp on towards the open flap leading to the outside. As I walk on, I see the full damage of the injuries. Many had burn marks, some were certainly gonna get scarred for a while. Several had major injuries ranging from crushed limbs to fractured bones and gashes to deep cuts.