Bite me (JunkratxReader)

#13=Star crossed

You don't bother to look back when you hear them call for you, their distressed voices echoing through the hallways, trying to call you back. But for what, to tell you that your life is hanging on a thread? No thanks, you didn't want their pity, their empathy would only make you feel weaker. There is no point of returning, nore do you see a point in trying to calm yourself, this was all too much. The reality of a soon death began to settle in like a needle inching under your skin painstakingly slowly, agonisingly shoving itself into your flesh until it pricked your organs apart; a slow death. Your weak legs manage to carry you for quite some time, far out into Gibraltar rocky paths, away from the headquarters. Finally stopping your race against yourself on top of a far of cliff, the rough salty wind feels so irritating against your dry skin, waking you up from your anxious thoughts obscured by the fear of imminent death, by the loneliness inside.

You sink to your quivering knees, staring of into the roaring ocean crashing against the steep cliffs below. The rolling waves seems soothing to you, so strong and yet soft, the spume flying high against the honed, edged rocks you were seated on. The orange glow of the glimmering sun was close to vanishing behind the horizon, the warm rays stroking over your skin gently, giving you the peace you need to clear your thoughts. So this was going to be your inevitable fate, dying a miserable death through radiation poisoning at any point in time from this moment onward.

Which made the whole thing worse, was that you didn't feel like you were slowly decaying, like death was looming over your shoulder with icy breath. Hell, you could barely feel any different to normal, was this really how dying felt like, maybe Angela was wrong; maybe her calculations were faulty. What could you do now, it all seemed so hopeless. If even Angela, a groundbreaking doctor, capable of replacing nearly an entire human body, couldn't save you, no one could. This harsh reality made you suffer beyond comprehension, it all seemed so wrong, out of place. Pulling your feeble legs to your torso, head rested on your knees, eyes still fixed to the tender glow the sun left tracing along the horizons thin lining.

It reminded you of home, the Outback had a lot of these sunsets, hot and bright. Had almost forgotten how much you loved these sort of evenings, and how little of them you probably had left. It's a long time in complete silence until you hear a familiar, cherished voice breaking the dreaded silence again. "I knew i'd find ya here. Seemed like a good place ta sulk." the high, scratchy tune resonates in your ears "Go away Jamison, I don't want to talk right now." You whimper with dry throat, pulling your legs closer to yourself, hearing his voice makes you even more sad. Every word reminding you of who you would leave behind, how could you see him in the eyes when you knew it would make him suffer under your state. And you knew, even he would forget you once you were dead, everyone would eventually banish your ghost from their brain to find quietude over your sorry fate.

You jolt up straight when his cold, metal fingers slide along your waist, pulling you closer from behind until your back is rested against his chest. "No need to talk, just wanna be close to ya darl. I presume ya might need some warmth..." Jamie whispers close to your ears, his hands softly holding on to your unsteady frame. You give in to the affectionate embrace, leaning against him firmly, allowing his head to rest on your shoulder. It was good to remain perfectly still, only enjoying the scenery and pondering about how depressing the reality was. It's delightful to have Rat there the longer you think about it, the sheer existence of him here so close to you made you feel like life isn't completely of the rail. "Um, Jamie, thanks for well, being here. Your right, for once, it's good to have some warmth." You mutter with a upbeat voice, rubbing yourself against him tenderly.