Through Heaven or Hell (William Macbeth X Female Reader)

Chilly Day and Rising Blood

(Y/N) glanced up at the sky, trying to figure out what time it was based on the light left in the sky. Not that she could tell. It was so cloudy and dark that it felt like evening. However, as she looked at the time on her phone, she discovered that it was only three in the afternoon. Wind swept through the street, carrying dead leaves that had fallen from trees in the autumn chill.

It looked like it was going to be a cold walk home.

Pulling her (H/L) hair back into a messy ponytail, she braved the chilly outdoors.

As soon as she opened the door, the cold wind raced down the street. It felt like cold daggers went straight through her. She swore under her breath and pulled her jacket closer to herself before setting down the road.

The wind tugged at her hair, somehow managing to blow the ponytail back in her face, despite the fact that she had put her hair up. Chunks of her hair escaped the confines of her hair tie and blew into her mouth. She gave up on trying to keep them out of it. She'd take care of that once she got to Libra headquarters.

She stalked down the road even quicker, eager to get back to the office before she froze to death.

Only when she had slipped down an empty road did she feel the horribly familiar feeling of her lungs seizing up. Try as she might, they refused to receive the air she was trying to suck in. Unimaginable pain sparked as her vision blurred. The ground swayed beneath her feet.

(Y/N) gave a sharp cry that was muffled by the blood rising in her throat. She crashed to the ground, her legs too weak and shaky to keep her up.

She lay there, overtaken by the pain, gasping and sobbing incoherently.

Help me... please, somebody! Anybody! Help me!

The words couldn't leave her mouth however. It was too full of the taste of her own coppery blood. She could feel the warm, sticky flow of blood slip from her nose. The blood in her mouth slowly leaked from the corners.

Her head pounded painfully to the beat of her heart. Her vision dimmed even further. It felt like there were weights pressing down on her body, trying to grind into the earth.

Her pathetic struggles ceased as (Y/N) accepted the fact that she was probably going to die in some alleyway because she couldn't walk two blocks further to headquarters. Tears escaped her eyes and fell down the side of her face, the water chilling her skin as the wind tugged at her. It was like it was trying to steal her frail body and carry it along with it. (Y/N) almost let it, almost closed her eyes for good, almost stopped trying to fight her imminent death and lose her last breath of air.

However, just as she was going to give up, she heard the sound of faint footsteps at the end of the street. The footsteps paused, presumably as the other person realized that (Y/N) lay dying on the ground.

The person swore and the footsteps started up again. They pounded on the ground as they sprinted towards the girl.

"(Y/N)!" the person cried. Their voice seemed so familiar...

She tried to focus her gaze on the blurry figure leaning over her.

"S-s-steven?" she finally whispered.

"I'm going to get help, kid. Just hold on" Repressed panic filled his voice. In the blur that was his form, he fumbled for his phone. "Hold on!"

All the fight drained out of her as her vision went black.

***

(Y/N) woke up to the sound of steady beeping and the scent of antiseptic. Cracking open an eye, she confirmed her assumption - she was in a hospital. It wasn't too surprising, given the condition she had been in before she came here, but it was still slightly alarming to wake up in a different setting than she was used to.

She still felt too weak to move much, but she still managed to struggle up into a seated position. The cost of doing so, however, was a huge wave of dizziness.

"Nice to see you've joined the land of the living, kid," a man said.

(Y/N) wearily glanced over to see Steven sitting casually in the visitor's chair, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You called..." She trailed off as the pain mounted in her head. She placed a hand on her forehead, her eyes drifting shut. Biting her lip, she tried to keep herself from whimpering.

She heard Steven shift slightly. "Don't strain yourself," he warned, worry evident in his voice. "You almost died. Just rest."

"Why?" Her voice sounded dry and weak. "Why'd you save me?"

Why couldn't you have just let me die? She wanted to scream the question at Steven. She wanted to get furious that he forced her to keep on living with the stupid condition her mother had caused.

However, she swallowed down the anger.

The scarred man blinked at her, surprised by her question. "Why?" he repeated distantly. "What do you mean, why?"

She let out a shaky sigh. "Why didn't you let me die?"

"Because nobody deserves to die!" Steven sounded horrified by the self-deprecating tone in (Y/N)'s voice.

When she opened her mouth to argue, Steven held his hand up, motioning for her to stop. "No. I don't want to hear it. You were dying on the side of the road. I refuse to feel bad for saving your life." He glanced at his watch. "You're going to be discharged soon, but I don't feel comfortable letting you go home on your own. You're coming home with me."

"Steven..."

"I still don't feel guilty, (Y/N)."

He stood up and walked out of the room, presumably to talk to a nurse.

Scoffing, (Y/N) lay back down on the hospital bed. "You should," she whispered, too quietly for Steven to hear. What she did...

A tear slipped from her eye. "I deserve to die."

(A/N): Hey there guys! So, due to gross school stuff, I'm going to start updating only on Fridays. I just don't have the time for anything else. I'm sorry! Also, I might not be able to update next Friday, but I'll try. School is grossssss

I'm also sorry that this chapter was so short - as I said, I don't have that much time anymore. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! Stay tuned for the next part!