Pain, that's all you could feel. Your body felt hot and your head was aching tremendously. You attempted to sit up but found yourself unable to do so. Your body felt as heavy as lead.
You groaned staring at the ceiling. Where were you? You felt sweat drip from your forehead. You dwelt on what happened.
As you lied there your memory replayed over and over. The girl, the ally, the attacker. But if you were in an ally how did you end up here, staring at this bleak ceiling?
“Was it then!? I'll fucking murder them!” “Calm down bro, we'll find them.”
“Calm down! Calm down!? I've waited for over a thousand years for this, and you want me to calm down!? Dammit!”
You heard the two voices argue loudly from outside the room, then you heard the third voice a bit more tame than the two prior.
“You're going to wake her.”
Then everything went quiet. You heard the doorknob slowly turn and you closed your eyes feigning sleep.
You heard as the door opened slowly with a distinct creaking sound emitting from the door. Slowing your breathing you kept your eyes shut as you heard footsteps.
As you lied there you felt a hand gently touch your forehead, the skin was soft and cold. Whoever they were their skin felt so relieving to you. The hand left your head and you felt yourself missing the cool sensation.
You listened as the footsteps left and the door closed once more. You opened your eyes as a deep blush covered your cheeks. Whether it was from the fever or embarrassment you weren't sure.
Damn you had way too many questions right now.
And no answers.
You heard the voices behind the door, much more quiet this time so you couldn't make out what they were discussing. It sort of aggravated you.
After some time you heard the door open again, You made no effort to attempt to disguise yourself as asleep this time around.
To be blunt, you felt like shit and didn't have the energy to think about anything, so you just lied there with half-lidded eyes.
As the door opened your eyes darted to the door, a man walked in. In fact the man from the hall the other day, the man with black, gray, and white hair. Bokuto was his name if you remembered right.
His yellow irises widened as he saw you awake. He briskly walked over to your side, in his hand was a damp rag, he lied the cold compress over your head, the cool cloth giving you relief.
“(Name) I know this is..not an ideal situation. You must be scared, and confused an-”
“You're safe here.” A new voice interjected. Your eyes darted to the doorway once more, a new man you've not seen before stood in the doorway. His hair was short and tousled, it was black and his expression seemed very disinterested.
“This is Bokuto, and I'm Akaashi. A mutual acquaintance of ours found you around 2 this morning and brought you here.” He leaned against the doorway his arms crossed. “Rather, he couldn't carry you and called us but.." He shrugged his shoulders.
You made no sounds, you simply stared at the man.
“You lost a lot of blood, you're feverish. However, for personal reasons, we can't exactly bring you to a hospital." Bokuto finished.
YOU ARE READING
Crimson Heart
Fanfiction(Originally from my quotev) Hundreds of years ago you fell in love with a man who couldn't die. Now, reincarnated almost 1000 years later you meet under odd circumstances. [Kuroo Tetsurou/reader]
