All The Dead (Chara X Reader)

Chapter 15

×Chara's POV×

Okay, I'll skip to the good part. Y/n and I were in the middle of our little rampage when she finally goofed up. We were about to kill our victim when Y/n, drunk as can be, threw up on our target. The victim violently snapped up out of bed and screamed. I silenced him quickly before bursting into laughter. Y/n groaned and hugged her stomach.

"Nice work." Y/n growled at my comment and forced herself on to her feet again. I giggled as she stumbled to the door. Now she was acting drunk.

I couldn't particularly explain why I allowed Y/n to get drunk. Maybe it was because I was curious, maybe because I just wanted a laugh. Either way, I had a pit in my stomach as she tumbled toward the door. She was going to do something dumb, wasn't she? I only felt this when Y/n was about to fuck up.

"Let's finish off the rest of the town." I insisted with a forced grin. Y/n scoffed. So, she had stages of drunkenness. First was the whinny phase, second was the giggly phase, and now it was the angry phase. Interesting.

"I-I planned o-o-on that Chara." She replied venomously. I put up my hand defensively and followed her outside. She stormed into another house and I crawled into a different one. We both killed the owners and shared a glance as we exited.

Long story short, we killed off the whole town again. I blacked out half way through so I don't remember much, but I remember breaking into the police station before I finally snapped. It was honestly amazing that the police hadn't killed us. We needed a game plan next time. But this worked just fine.

Finally, I was back to reality. I had a sting in my leg that could kill. A warm feeling was trickling down my thigh. It seems that I was limping toward the hotel. Yes, limping. It hurt so fucking bad.

After a quick look, I realized I was wounded. I was shot in the thigh. There was clear entrance and exit wounds, meaning I wouldn't have to worry about the bullet still being in me. However, it would need... Stitching.

I couldn't stand stitches, of course, and I sure as hell couldn't do it myself. Y/n would have to do it. Y/n and stitched me up quite a few times. I had red scars from her having to use actual thread. It looked cool but goddamn it was painful. Luckily, on the surface we had actual medicine and the proper equipment for this kind of emergency.

I hobbled back to the hotel and threw myself on to the bed. It was super comfortable. I could hear puking coming from the next room. The bathroom. Y/n probably was having a horrible hangover right now. I guess that's what she gets for getting black our drunk last night. The sounds continued until they became coughing. She had officially thrown up every meal she had, had recently. With a loud groan she exited the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Her eyes met mine.

"You startled me." She calmly commented. Out of everything I definitely remembered her being really salty last night. Probably just the alcohol. She probably didn't even remember it, but she still had that expression painted on her face.

"Eh. Can you fix me up?" Her eyes traveled down my body before landing on my leg. Her eyes widened and she was at my side in seconds. She nodded and picked me up bridal style. She proceeded to carry me to the hospital easily.

I was set on one of those table like things in the rooms of a hospital. The already blood stained paper stuff crinkled beneath me. Y/n rushed in and out of the room, looking for what she needed. She ended up coming back with disinfectant and a needle and thread.

She motioned to my pants. I pulled them down just enough so she could work. Honestly I was blushing a little, even though I knew she didn't mean anything by it. She caught the pink on my face and her's turned a faded red as well. She apologized before beginning.

She began to clean the wound. I winced despite my best efforts not to. It was really painful. Y/n gently dabbed my wound with the disinfectant until she was satisfied before she reached for the needle and thread. Suddenly, she hit herself on the side of her head and handed me a bottle.

"These are pain killers. They'll take a bit to kick in, but they'll help." She explained. I dry swallowed two of them and gave her a pained thumbs up. "Ready?" I nodded slowly.

The needle poked through my skin. I gasped at the pain and hand tighten into a tight fist. I hit the table thing as she continued. Tears collected in my eyes. Fuck. Y/n continued to apologize as she continued this.

"Now," She said as she finished, "for the exit wound." I had forgotten that. She pressed the needle to my thigh again, but didn't peirce the skin. Suddenly, she pulled back. "Let me know when you're ready, okay?" I nodded. Thank god she was letting me take a short break.

I took a moment to focus on my breathing until it was back to normal. My hand loosened until my palm was resting against the paper. I was loosing blood still. A lot of it. I knew that if I wanted to actually live than I'd have to continue.

"Go ahead." I confirmed. Y/n nodded and started to sew. Again my whole body tensed and I had to forced it away. I knew that I couldn't be tense. It wasn't easy or even possible to shake. Y/n was trying to stitch even though my muscles were tensed tightly. After what felt like hours she finished and bandaged the wound.

A loud string of swears escaped me as she pulled away. I hit the wall as tears slipped down my cheeks. The pain was unbearable. I reached for the bottle and took another pill. Y/n didn't protest.

"We should sleep." She told me as she lifted me up again. I wrapped my arms around her neck and nodded. She brought us back to the hotel and set me on the bed gently before laying next to me. I shifted so I could face her. She scooted closer and wrapped her arms around me. "Try to actually sleep, Chara." She uttered. I found that quite easy to do because I was already falling asleep in her arms.