Assassin's Creed Drabbles

My Salvation

AN: Hey Everyone! This next prompt fill was requested anonymously on Tumblr for Assassin's Creed and it is an AltaÏr X Reader and Connor X Reader imagine. Basically I was asked to write a story in which the reader gets hurt or sick and either AltaÏr or Connor takes care of the reader. The prompt was for either AltaÏr or Connor but I decided to go ahead and write a short little story for both of the assassins. Disclaimer: I do not own the Assassin's Creed franchise. I hope I did the prompt justice and I hope that you all enjoy it. 

The heat from the sun hanging high over Damascus was beating down as you quickly tried to evade the already hypervigilant city guard. You had successfully assassinated your target and you were trying slip back into the assassin's bureau but something had gone wrong along the way. You tried to slip in and out of the crowded streets but you saw a rather large group of incoming soldiers and you quickly turned the corner into a seemingly abandoned alleyway. At least you believed it was empty but you had been too careless and didn't bother using your eagle vision before entering the alleyway.

You heard an unfamiliar and gruff voice in front of you cry out, "Assassin! Don't let them escape!"

You quickly moved forward and unsheathed your hidden blade before burying it into the neck of the Templar standing in front of you; effectively silencing him. But before you could turn around a group of guards was already filing into the alleyway and surrounding you. You pulled out your sword and readied yourself for a fight. The guards came at you one at a time and you made quick work of dispatching them. Just as the last guard fell a least a half dozen more were filing into the alleyway.

You inwardly cursed yourself because you were starting to tire out and you knew that if these guards kept coming you wouldn't last much longer. You eyed the ladder off to your right and decided that you could out run the guards if you could just make it to the rooftops. You made a break for it and quickly scaled the ladder and scurried up to the roof. You jumped from rooftop to rooftop trying to break the line of sight of your pursuers and make it back to the bureau in one piece.

You saw a rooftop garden a few rooftops away from your current position and that would be your opportunity to disappear. Before you could make it into the rooftop garden another unfamiliar voice rang out, "Stop or I will shoot!"

You turned in the direction of the new voice but before you could strike a piercing pain struck your right shoulder and you bit back a scream of agony. The man who shot the damn arrow, now embedded in your shoulder, was poised to shoot another arrow but you were quicker. You pulled a throwing knife out of its holster and sent it flying towards your attacker and he was down in the blink of an eye.

You now needed to make it back to the assassin's bureau without being trapped by the guards but the streets below you were still alive with guards rushing about looking for you. You made a quick break toward the rooftop garden and hopped in waiting for the city below you to calm down. The pain in your shoulder was unbearable but you knew that you couldn't leave the arrow where it was you would have to make quick work of it before returning to the bureau. You were breathing heavily as you decided on a plan of action the arrow had cleanly pierced your right shoulder, the tip of which was sticking out of the other end of your shoulder.

You grabbed the shaft of the arrow and steeled your nerves with a quick jerk to the left the arrow snapped in half, one piece remaining in your shoulder and the other fell to the ground. It was excruciating but you bit back the scream and let it die in your throat not wanting to give away your position. You reached a shaking hand to your back and with a great deal of effort you pulled the other half of the arrow out of your shoulder. A piece of cloth from the garden curtain would have to serve as a temporary dressing for your wound.