"I don't want to hurt you." Male reader x RWBY

Part 5

I know it's odd, but I'm gonna switch to the 3rd POV for the remainder of the story. It's just easier for me to write, and I wanna keep going with this book. Sorry if the transition is awkward. 

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Pyrrha awoke to a very loud purring, and opened one eye just enough to see a little pink nose sniffing at her cheek. She smiled and placed her finger on Omelette's nose, causing the cat to recoil as he was booped back. 

Pyrrha heard a soft groan, and looked down, discovering Y/N's head in her lap, dangerously close to...

Pyrrha's face turned redder than her hair, and she tried to move just enough to prevent Y/N from opening his eyes and seeing her undergarments. When she felt she had succeeded, Pyrrha relaxed. 

Y/N groaned softly, then rolled away from Pyrrha. Pyrrha felt strangely disappointed by this, and pulled the boy back. Before she knew it, she was singing softly to herself while her fingers roamed through his hair. 

Pyrrha placed her hand on Y/N's face and gently stroked his cheek, before realizing that it was cold. Slightly concerned, Pyrrha grabbed another blanket and draped it over Y/N. 

After ensuring that he should be warming up, Pyrrha combed her fingers through Y/N's hair, feeling strangely addicted to the gesture. The girl placed her hand on Y/N's cheek again, only to find that, if anything, he had gotten colder. Y/N made no sounds, and Pyrrha swore that he wasn't breathing. 

Pyrrha moved her hand over Y/N's mouth, and found that the boy was not, in fact, breathing. He had no pulse either. 

Pyrrha immediately stood up, attempting to start the boy's heart once more. Right as she placed her hands on his chest, however, Y/N's eyes snapped open, his irises glowing with a harsh green light before they returned to their normal E/C.

Pyrrha sighed in relief, placing her forehead on Y/N's chest, hearing his heartbeat...and promptly realized his heart wasn't beating, despite the boy moving around. 

"Morning, honey..." Y/N mumbled, rubbing his eyes. When he looked at Pyrrha, his pale cheeks turned bright pink, and he buried his face in his hands. 

Pyrrha laughed at him, even though her cheeks were dusted with pink as well. 

Suddenly, Y/N began coughing violently. Pyrrha moved to help the boy, but found herself abruptly removed from the dorm room by a large man who was covered in a dark cloak. 

The door was slammed shut, and Pyrrha could hear Y/N's wet coughing echo through the otherwise silent room. Pyrrha tried to force the door open, but it wouldn't budge. She resorted to beating on the door, screaming for Y/N to let her in. Y/N's coughing only increased in intensity, turning into a wet hacking, like the boy was vomiting and coughing something up. 

Suddenly, Y/N did vomit, and the scent of blood assaulted Pyrrha's nose. She renewed her efforts to break into the room, only managing to dislocate her shoulder. She was only stopped by Yang's hand on her shoulder. 

"Pyrrha, stop! You'll wake everyone up!" Yang yawned. Her eyes widened when Y/N threw up again, and his wet coughs reached her ears. Yang moved Pyrrha out of the way, and punched the door open. 

Both girls rushed into the room, and found Y/N on the floor, curled up next to a puddle of vomit, blood, and some kind of black sludge. He wasn't moving. 

Pyrrha lifted the boy up, bridal style, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. Y/N was very light. 

Pyrrha put her hand on Y/N's neck, checking for a pulse. His skin had an incredibly unhealthy pallor to it, and he wasn't breathing. No pulse, no breathing, no movement. Yang and Pyrrha raced to the infirmary, carrying the dying boy.