Galvanised [Nyx x Reader]

2.: The Awakening

There was no sweat to wipe away on Nyx's forehead, but out of habit, he did so anyway. Even though he had been part of the Glaive for quite some time now, he was still not completely used to having the superhuman strength that he had been gifted. Lifting countless dead and unconscious people directly after the fight would have been impossible for ordinary people, but he did so without any effort. He had just placed the last of them on a stretcher and looked around to see if anybody still needed help.

Crowe, one of the only two women in their unit, walked around the corner, followed by a few people who had been close enough to the incident that an effect on them was possible. Alongside the unconscious ones, they would be examined to see it anything had happened to them. After she had gestured them to enter the aircraft that DARWiN had sent, she turned to face him.

"Libertus is making the final round", she answered his unasked question. After eight fights by now, she knew the procedure.

"I doubt he's going to find any more people, I've searched this area quite thoroughly already", Nyx told her. Then he exhaled. Finally, he could relax his mind, fighting the Skotáds took a greater toll on his psyche than his body.

Crowe was in the same state, she sat down on a broken piece of concrete, freed her long dark hair of the hair tie, then laid her face in her hands and groaned.

"I need a beer."

"Me too", Nyx agreed. "They gotta give us time off the next days."

In that moment, a dark-haired man, with facial tattoos similar to Nyx's, came around the corner. Libertus.

"No one here anymore!", he shouted over to the people filling the aircraft, then walked towards his friends. Crowe stood up again, knowing that they would leave soon, now that the area had been cleared. While walking back, they began joking around a bit.

"Good job, Nyx!" Libertus placed a hand on his shoulder. "The great hero, always saving the women in distress."

"Where's your white horse, oh knight in shining armour?", Crowe laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, stop it. I only did what had to be done." Nyx brushed his hand off. "You would've done the same if you were near her."

As they were speaking of you, Nyx noticed himself looking for your frame among the many unconscious bodies waiting to be shipped to examination. He wondered how many of them would die on the ride back to the strongpoint and caught himself hoping that you would not be among them. You had been unbelievably lucky to be breathing until now, he thought. Surviving such a situation was not very probable, especially since you had been so close to the outbreak. Had it not been for him, you would for sure have ended up dead.

Once he saw you, with your chest slightly moving up and down, he could continue on his way to the chamber for the Glaives, reassured.

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Annoying beeping sounds accompanied your awakening from the deep slumber. You had been dreaming, but you couldn't grasp the content anymore, all that was left with you was an unpleasant feeling. Slowly you opened your eyes. Nothing you saw seemed familiar. In the bright room, several beds were placed, a person lying and sleeping in each of them. Several machines were connected to them, which was where the sounds seemed to hail from. The smell in the air told you where you had to be. The hospital.

Why the hell were you in the hospital? What had happened? You tried your best to squeeze every bit of information that you could recall out of your brain, but your memories took their time to return. You had gone swimming, that was for sure, then you had left to... to do what? Oh, to visit the flat you might want to rent. There was the elderly couple who had seemed nice, and then-