Natsu One-Shots (Fairy Tail)

Don't Be Sorry (x Reader)

I slowly opened my eyes, high pitched ringing in my ears. My vision was blurred as black spots danced before my eyes. I pressed a hand to the back of my head. Blood seeped through my fingers, running as red as the polish on my nails. Weights seemed to be pressing on my chest and limbs. Moving even an inch seemed like torture.

What was happening? Where was I? Why was I in so much pain?

Another scary thought ran through my head. What was my name?

No, no, it's Y/N. I must have taken a really hard blow to the head. I'd be okay... I think. I just needed to hold still, not do anything. Yes, that sounds good...

I lowered my head back onto the ground, wincing as I felt rocks and debris mix with my hair and the open wound on the back of my head. At the time, I couldn't think about much else than not moving.

Suddenly, someone grabbed my arms and hauled me to my feet. I kicked out, trying to get away. The ringing instantly got worse and my whole vision went dark for a moment before I blinked away the blurriness to look around.

There was a battle raging on in front of me. Magic was flying everywhere as people moved so fast they blurred. Far to my left were sleeping bags thrown out under severely injured people. A table of medical supplies was nearby as an old woman and a little girl ran around to tend to the wounded. A force field lacrima was there, making a shield around the camp, but it flickered a couple times each time some debris from the fight hit it. The girl, Wendy, would look up fearfully at the shield every once in a while before going back to the patients.

Someone was frantically yelling from right behind me, the person that pulled me up. That was... Erza... I think. I wasn't sure. "Y/N! Y/N! Get it together! Come on, we can't afford for you to go down, too. Y/N, you have to fight. COME ON!"

I felt sick, and I doubled over, puking all over the ground. Erza was holding me upright since my knees had gone weak. They wouldn't support me when I tried to take a step. How could I fight in this shape?

"Y/N... Y/N, please! We need every warrior we can get! You've got to find the strength in yourself somewhere. You can't let Fairytail down!" Erza begged, shaking me.

I knew that she meant it as encouragement but all it did was make me feel guilty when I fell to my knees, throwing up again. I didn't know what had happened to me, but I felt like death.

"I've got her," said another voice. Natsu. That's who it was. But how did I know him? How did I know any of these people? "I'll take her to Wendy."

"We're doomed, Natsu," I heard Erza say, "most of our people are down. What are we going to do?"

"Fight. Fight with everything we have in us. What else can we do?" Natsu's arms scooped me up bridal style as I lay limply. I felt him start running but beyond that, I had no idea what was going on. My head was against his chest so I could hear his heartbeat hammering in my ears. My blood was still leaking from the back of my head, and I would have apologized for bleeding all over his arm, but I was too weak.

There was a rush of air as the forcefield went down and I was laid on a sleeping bag. Dimly, I could see a brick fly towards the camp, but Wendy blasted it back. As soon as Natsu was back in the fight, the forcefield went back up.

I was rolled onto my back and I heard a faint gasp from the young dragonslayer. Dragonslayer? Wait... how did I know that... what was that...

"Ma'am, look! What do I do?" She whimpered from behind me. I should probably have been concerned, but I couldn't think much.

The old woman I saw earlier had a comforting but somewhat raspy voice. "Use tweezers. Get the rocks and debris out of there and clean it with rubbing alcohol. Then give her some stitches and clean it again. Don't forget to tie her down or she'll fight you. Or knock her out, but I'd be concerned about more head trauma."