Past Lives (Dark/Damien x Reader)

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ: sʟᴏᴡ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ

A knock sounded at Ethan's bedroom door, causing the recovering girl to stir in her sleep. (Y/n) groaned, snuggling into the pillow next to her tighter at the discomfort.

"Are you awake?" Tyler asked from the other side of the door. (Y/n) grumbled.

"I am now."

A small chuckle sounded from her childhood friend, followed by the bedroom door opening to reveal him carrying a tray of food.

"You shouldn't stay in bed all day." Tyler sat the tray down on the nightstand beside her.

"Mm." She hummed, hoping that it would be enough from him. Just by the few words she had said, she already had a massive headache, and she was beginning to feel that familiar feeling of pain in her stomach. Her arms still hurt from the amount of IV's that were shoved in them. As a result, a few of her veins had blown as well--very painful. She just wanted to be left alone to wallow.

"You're so stubborn sometimes." Tyler sat on the bed at her feet, "More like all the time, actually."

With no response from her, he sighed. He had (Y/n) in Ethan's room, but he wondered if it was helping her at all or doing more unfortunate damage. Since the horror show was centered in her room, Tyler thought it would be best for her to be in a clean room so she wouldn't have to remember the blood and the helpless person she found creeping towards death's door. He hoped that she wasn't thinking too much about Ethan in turn.

This whole situation was just a spiral of madness. She was in the hospital for no more than a week, but her injuries that weren't threatening her life still remained. Her hand was still bandaged, and her ribs weren't repairable. Broken ribs are a different phenomena that can't be surgically healed--it's only about the time the person has to recover. Even sneezing can redo all of the healing to the bone, or at the very least hurt.

"You're gonna feel better soon, okay?" Tyler reassured, "I know it's tough, but we're all here for you. We love you and I wish I could have seen this coming sooner so I could have at least tried to prevent it."

"You did everything you could, Ty." (Y/n) replied, wiping away a stray tear from her cheek, "Is Ethan doing okay?"

Tyler could sense the quiver in her voice, but honestly, he felt powerless to do anything about it. What else could he do to try to make it better?

"He's doing really well. He loves to joke around with the nurses and make everyone laugh. He's coming back to his old self." (Y/n) nodded, at his answer, feeling her heart sink lower in her chest. Did Ethan forgive her for what she allowed to happen? Was he angry at her? The thought put more tears into her eyes.

"Thank you. I want to be alone for a little longer please."

Wordlessly, Tyler nodded a her request. He would just have to give her time it seemed like, but hopefully she would come around sooner rather than later. He wondered how long it would be until she teased him again as he shut the door behind him, his mind crowded as he thought of what to do next to make it up to her.

The girl sighed, gently stroking her pillow. It had been about four days since she was released from the hospital. Luckily, Mark's kick didn't do enough damage to her organs enough to be in the ICU for too long. She was, however, put into emergency surgery. There was bleeding internally, but she was lucky enough to be patched up by an experienced doctor.

Everything up until she was released is somewhat of a blur, but she was lucky. Mark, however, not so much.

There was a reason why he was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. As of right now, almost two weeks later, Tyler had told her that he was still in the hospital, drifting in and out of consciousness at some points. The amount of drugs in his system caused him to be a little loopy, but he needed them. She didn't know his exact injuries, but she could imagine that what Dark had done was severe.

She missed him.

She missed him a lot.

(Y/n) tried to contact him several times, but he never responded. She had yet to feel his presence, and it unnerved her. Was he okay? What was he doing?

Groaning, the girl returned to clinging to the pillow next to her, leaving her food to cool in the room as she drifted off to sleep.

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It was a dream that she hadn't had in a long time. Something that used to be her nightmare seemed to be the most comforting thing she could experience right now. (Y/n) was in the black space--something that reminded her of a black hole, if you will. She looked around, whipping her head around to investigate her surroundings and try to see that familiar face she wanted to look at.

(Y/n) could remember how scared she was when she was first in this dream. When Dark couldn't keep his cool and hurt her. But now, that seemed like a distant memory that she could hardly pick up. Now that she thought about it, was that bad? The girl heard a string of hushed coughs.

"Dark? Are you here? What's going on?" She called out, her heart racing. She could hear a small groan in the distance, which drew her attention. The girl gazed towards where the sound came from, her eyes squinting as she made out a shadowy figure.

"Dark..?"

A cough was her only response, and a violent one at that. Concerned, (Y/n) reevaluated her stance and quickly shifted from standing to running. His figure hunched over, collapsing on one of his knees as he choked out what his body was rejecting. With him being not too far away, she was able to run up to him and keep her hand on his shoulder. Her grip around the limb was strong as she shook him slightly.

"Dark? Dark?!"

The man in question turned to look at her, his face tired and hollow as a black substance from his mouth dripped down his chin in heavy amounts. He tried to catch his breath, but he seemed shaken. (Y/n) took a step back. Having not been prepared to see him like this, she didn't know what else to do.

He gave her what he could of a reassuring, small smile.

"(Y/n). I.." His voice stuttered. He gulped what saliva he could, trying to avoid letting the blood back into his mouth, "I think.. I'm dying."