Far From Yesterday (Marissonshipping Fanfic)

Chapter 17

Mairin's arms were burning.

Twisting red and green apprenatages held her in its embrace, heat radiating from its searing form. She couldn't breath, her back bursting with the same pain as her limbs. It was impossible to describe, to even move. Blackness dotted her vision, blurring the night sky above, green auroras dancing across the void.

The silence was nearly as painful, her ears humming as she tried to scream. The desert sand was cool against her feet, but that sensation faded as she was slowly lifted into the air. The pain seemed to fade slightly– but the thing holding her seemed to become stronger, slowly engulfing her. She attempted to struggle, to break free, but her efforts were useless against the being as it brought her in closer–

The sensation was shattered with a gasp– the scene around her shattering as she found herself being pulled back into reality. The pain was still there, but this time it was her head that felt like it was on fire. Her limbs were aching, and she was still captured in a powerful embrace.

But this grasp was gentle, holding her close. She felt a heart thundering against the chest she was pressed against, arms protectively cradling her. She sat there, her mind taking a moment through the fading headache to realize tears were falling down her face, and that shouts were echoing about her as she was held.

"There– you happy now?!" A female voice snarled in frustration.

"You shouldn't have brought that thing near here!" A male voice snarled back, the voice vibrating up from the chest she was pressed against.

"Ma'am," A third voice interrupted, much quieter than the other two. "You were informed that psychic types were not allowed in this wing– I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave."

"I already returned him to its Pokeball– and he's already a Pokemon that complies with your size standard!" The female voice shouted.

"Your disregard for the rules you were given has lead to one of our patients being placed under physical stress– I will only ask you to leave once before I call security," The voice said coolly. "Mr. Vide, I'm sorry for what happened– do I need to send up a doctor?"

"No," The male voice said in a cold tone– whom Mairin was just starting to realize was Alain. "...Just get that woman out of here."

There was a sound of a door shutting, and the muffled frustrated tone of the first female, that slowly faded. Mairin sat there in Alain's arms, trembling, trying to comprehend what was happening. She could feel that her eyes were open, but yet all she was seeing was black. Her heart raced faster in a panic, and the arms around her managed to bring her in closer. Chills ran through her as she felt something warm being pressed against her forehead, and she wasn't quite sure what she was feeling.

"A- a- a-" Mairin's voice cracked as she tried to speak. "A-alain...?"

The warmth pulled away from her forehead, along with the strangely comforting feeling it brought. "Mairin, can you hear me?"

His voice was quiet, but yet you could hear the desperation.

"Alain, I can't see anything," Mairin whimpered. "What's going on– I can't see anything!"

His hands shifted to her shoulders, and she let out a small gasp of pain as they pressed against one of her wounds. "It's okay, Mairin– I promise you that you're okay. This happens when you're around a psychic for long periods of time, please just relax–"

"I can't see!"

Alain hesitated, and then pulled her back against his chest. She shivered as she felt the warmth being pressed back against her, this time on the top of her head. It didn't take her long to realize she could feel Alain's breath on her, washing over her in rhythm with his rising chest. She knew that he was close to her, head probably inches from hers... but his presence was calming...