Forget [Fem! Red Leader X Reader]

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(Tori's POV)
I rushed over to Y/N in order to catch her; she was falling. A million thoughts were going through my head.

What will she think? She won't get the wrong idea, right? I knew Y/N better than everyone, even though we would fight a lot, and she's more logical than that.

"Sorry."

I looked down. Y/N composed herself faster than I had and was staring at the floor.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked. She was trembling a little bit, but I just assumed she was cold. Out of nowhere, a drop of water fell onto the floor. Was she crying?

(Your POV)
Arms wrapped around your body protectively. You were startled; was Tori hugging you?

Whoever it was, you didn't care. Or maybe you couldn't remember ... you hid your face in their chest. Now it was their turn to be startled. You could tell, because they tensed. You closed your eyes and cried. You were having flashbacks.

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'M SORRY-

"Shh," a voice whispered. "It's alright. Calm down."

They laid you back down in the medical bed. You still couldn't identify them, your vision was blurry from tears.

"We'll keep practicing tomorrow. Go to sleep, you need it." You felt something soft press onto your forehead. Quiet footsteps faded away and once they disappeared, you began to sing a song to yourself that brought back haunting memories.

"I float in a boat,
in a raging black ocean.
Low in the water,
and nowhere to go.
The tiniest lifeboat,
With people I know.

Cold, clammy and crowded,
the people smell desperate.
We'll sink any minute,
so someone must go.
The tiniest lifeboat,
With people I know.

Everyone's pushing!
Everyone's fighting!
Storms are approaching
there's nowhere to hide!
If I say the wrong thing,
or wear the wrong outfit,
They'll throw me right over the side!

I'm hugging my knees,
and the captain is pointing.
Well who made her captain?
Still, the weakest must go.
The tiniest lifeboat,
Full of people I know.

The tiniest lifeboat,
Full of people I know."

[Song: Lifeboat from Heathers]

You finished the song, the lyrics still echoing in your mind. Bad memories were flashing in front of you, so much that you heard loud beeping. The noise blared loudly in your ears. It was almost a lullaby, luring you to sleep ...

(Tori's POV)
"Red leader!" The voice of a soldier came from behind me. I turned around to see a blonde woman with brown eyes, who I recognized as Heather. "You're needed in the medical ward immediately! It's something with mo- I mean Miss Thompson!"

I thanked Heather and ran past her. This better be really important and not like the last time ... where is the kid anyway?

When I entered the room Y/N was in, I saw both of my moms. Paula was fiddling with the machines around Y/N. She was trying to do something in a hurried manner.

Patricia, on the other hand, was screaming in Norwegian and shaking Y/N desperately. I knew Patricia had grown attached to
Y/N, but I've never seen her like this.

"What's wrong with her?!" I asked, dashing over to them. Her visor read 'ERROR' in bold letters. She seemed to be asleep. The world seemed to freeze for a moment.

I couldn't hear anything.

My mom was tapping the heartbeat monitor, and the line was dropping. My ma was crying, while her hands were firmly on
Y/N's shoulders.

Memories filled my mind, and I saw everything that I missed. Paula was there, Tamara, Ell, and Matilda were there too. And Y/N.

I came back to reality. Pushing away the memories, I rushed over to Y/N. I listened to her heartbeat, trying to hear some kind of sound and figure out what to do with it.

Thump, thump, thump ...

It was there, but it was getting fainter by the second. I pushed her chest, hoping that the action will do something.

Thump, thump, thump.

I glanced at the heart monitor, looking for a change. The line was rising. A small flash of hope sparked inside.

"Mom! Legg henne på en IV-drypp! Ma! Stopp med å skrike, det kommer ikke til å hjelpe." I ordered, attempting to keep calm.
[Translation: Mom! Put her on an IV drip! Ma! Stop screaming, it's not going to help.]

Paula injected a needle into her arm, and connected it to the supply of liquid. Patricia took in a deep breath and leaned on Paula for support.

And all I could do was hope.

(Your POV - First Person)
I stood on a rock in the middle of an ocean. The water was pitch black, lapping hungrily at the stone. Small drops of rain fell onto me as the sky was covered in dark storm clouds.

There, faintly in the distance, was a boat. I waved my arms in an attempt to get its attention. They saw me and slowly rowed over to me. The one who was steering the boat was just a black silhouette with red eyes and a red mouth.

The passengers were also black silhouettes, with white eyes and white mouths. Some of them had army uniforms, others were wearing rebellion uniforms. They were all watching me intently, and the ones with the rebellion uniforms were glaring at me, assuming I was a Red army soldier. I saw some people from the Green army.

I stepped into the lifeboat and took a seat in the most spacious part you could find, which was in between a Green soldier and a Blue soldier. I sighed and hugged my knees.

No one said a word. The only sound was the noise of the raging black ocean. The lifeboat was so low in the water, that I could feel it splashing onto me.

The red-faced silhouette began to turn and kept on rowing into the dark, clouded horizon. To somewhere unknown. And judging by the desperate faces of the others on that lifeboat, there was one thing I needed to do.

Survive.