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Broly X Reader

The mountain air was crisp and calming as I hiked, my boots crunching against the rocky path beneath me. This was my escape, the place I came to when loneliness crept up on me, when the weight of the world felt too heavy to bear. The mountains, the quiet, they gave me peace. I was halfway through my hike when something unusual caught my eye—a strange, grey pod-like structure, partially hidden among the trees.

It was large, dented, and looked as though it had crash-landed. One seat rested inside, but it was clearly damaged, with blood smeared across the ground around it. The sight made my stomach twist.

"What the hell is this?" I whispered to myself, unsure of what to think. As I cautiously approached, a low groan cut through the air, followed by a soft rustling behind a cluster of trees. My heart raced as I stepped closer, my eyes widening when I saw him—sitting against a tree, clutching his bloody stomach.

"Oh my God," I gasped, my body moving before my mind could catch up. I sprinted toward him, panic flooding my veins.

"K-Kakarot..." he moaned weakly, his voice barely audible.

"Is that your name?" I asked, panic rising in my chest. Without hesitation, I tore the bottom of my shirt into two pieces, pressing them firmly against his wound, trying to staunch the bleeding.

His face contorted in pain, and his hands weakly placed on mine, forcing more pressure onto the wound. "K-Kakarot," he groaned again, his eyes flicking down to the bloodstained cloth.

"Did he do this to you?" I asked, frantically scanning the surroundings for any sign of help. His body sagged against the tree, and I could feel him slipping away from me.

He started to lose consciousness, his eyelids fluttering. I grabbed his face, desperate. "No, no, no! Stay with me! What's your name? Stay awake!" My voice cracked, fear surging through me.

"B-Broly..." His voice was barely a whisper before his hand slipped from mine, and his eyes closed completely. My heart pounded in my chest, panic threatening to swallow me whole.

"Broly?!" I shouted, shaking him, but he didn’t respond. He was too heavy for me to carry on my own, but I couldn't just leave him there. I hoisted him up, wedging my body between his back and the tree, trying to use every ounce of strength I had to drag him down the mountain. Every step felt like it took everything out of me, his massive frame making every inch of progress feel like a battle. I couldn't stop. I wouldn’t.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached my car, my breath ragged from the effort. I gently lowered him to the ground before grabbing my phone and calling an ambulance, my hands trembling.

When I returned to his side, I heard him whimper softly, his hand reaching weakly for mine. My heart shattered for him. I grabbed his hand, holding it firmly as I whispered to him. "You're going to be okay. Stay with me, Broly. Please."

The sirens screamed in the distance, growing louder by the second. When the paramedics arrived, they rushed toward us, shoving me aside to tend to Broly. I cried out, desperate for them to help him, to save him. They worked quickly, stabilizing him as best they could before placing him on a stretcher.

"Wait!" I ran after them, but one of the medics stopped me. "I'm sorry, ma’am. Family only."

"I—I’m his wife!" I blurted out, my voice frantic. I couldn’t lose him, not like this.

The paramedics exchanged a glance, and after a brief moment, they nodded. I jumped into the back of the ambulance with Broly, holding his hand as we sped toward the hospital.

In the ER, they rushed him into an operating room, and I was left alone in the sterile, cold lobby. I looked down at myself and realized I was covered in blood, some of it mine, most of it his. People kept staring at me, but I couldn't bring myself to care. All I could think about was him, lying in that operating room.