I'll do it for him //Noctis x Reader//

16: First Hand

Noctis took the vibrating device from his pocket. Lifting it up to his ear, at that moment a fleet of Imperial Dreadnoughts flew above followed by a much bigger aircraft.

The phone was soon answered, however, the distressed prince spoke first, "Hello? Cor?"

"So you made it.." he said in a calm voice which seemed to worry Noctis even more, "The hells going on?!" Cor cut Noctis off, "Where are you?"

The crown Prince averted his eye's from (Yn) to the destruction of his home, briefly telling Cor about the situation. Cor was relatively calm sounding on his end, which only aggravated the prince even more.

"Makes sense? Are you serious? What about any of this makes sense!!? The news just told me I'm dead, along with my father and Luna!", he breathed out in anger, but before he could continue Cor spoke up again, "Listen did you come across (Yn) and Macko?"

Noctis looked to the duo currently on the ground among the other three, "Yes! Barely alive!" He retorted, "Then head to Hammerhead...About the king... It's true." So the news was unfortunately true, causing Noctis to gasp as he looked back to the city.

"(Yn) and Macko is most likely in serious condition, get them and yourselves to safety. If you want the full truth then you know where to find me. Get moving." The rain fell harder as Noctis was silent, "Right.." the phone hung up as the rain became louder among them. Stealing a quick glance at his home he turned back to an unconscious (Yn), gently lifting her up in his arms. Gladios took her from the silent prince as he gave a knowing look. Macko, who was semi-conscious had used the last of his strength to shrink down to the size of a fox, allowing Prompto to cradle him in his arms. Ignis lead the way back, Gladios and Prompto followed behind.

Noctis was the last, he looked back to his destroyed home before taking his leave with the others.

//Time skip//

Ignis drove as fast as he could, careful to not get stopped by any law enforcement. Driving into the familiar gas station that resided in Hammerhead, they took the two injured friends to a worried Cindy and her Pawpaw.

"What happened to yall!? And who's this!" Exclaimed Cindy as she opened the door to their garage. Ignis walked to the center of the room followed by Gladios who still held (Yn) bridal style. "Pardon the intrusion, but I am afraid we haven't much time. We need a table and some medical supplies." Ignis stated as he began to remove his jacket. Cindy rushed to another table that held several empty boxes. Ignis helped her in removing them allowing Gladios to enter the large area placing (Yn) on the table. He then moved as Cindy momentarily left to get the supplies.

She returned with a medium box with the signature red cross on it. Ignis got to work, rapidly healing as much as he could. Prompto who was accompanied by Noctis played small Macko on the other table. The three stood off to the side looking at the other two in worry.

"Can you assist me in removing her clothing, she has deeper wounds located on her abdomen." Asked Ignis as he gave a quick look to Gladios, Noctis, and Prompto to leave. They shut the door behind them as Cindy began to unbutton (Yn)'s ruined uniform. Ignis quickly turned his attention to Macko cleaning his smaller wounds, since he healed most of the wolf before they left the city so it was a quick and easy fix wrapping the wolf's furry body. When he was done he looked back to Cindy who was currently dabbing a cut on (Yn) forehead, her expression held shock and disbelief.

"What in heavens name happened to this poor girl?" She thought out loud as she ran her gaze over the beaten girls cut up arms. Ignis's eye's softened at the blonde mechanic before he started to use magic to close up the deep wounds. Cindy cleaned and wrapped the shallower cuts and scrapes. (Yn) groaned with labored breaths as Ignis slowly sat her up to wrap the bandages around her waist. When he was done he used his arm to wipe the growing sweat from his forehead. Three hours, it took three hours to clean and wrap each of their wounds to the point they looked like mummies. Looking back at his hands he saw that they were covered in blood. The tables too held the dirt and grime from the previous battle. "Might I ask if you have a spare bed?" He sighed.