Team Edge & Hi5studios Imagines (x Reader)

Man in black (Gunner)

One liner: 20, requested by Fandom_Princess_21

I open my eyes. Everything's a white blur. I'm surrounded by tall figures. The surface I was on, was moving. We were riding somewhere. Suddenly, there's a guy, wearing all black, following us and speaking to me.
"(Y/n)! Are you alright? Can you hear me? Speak to me! Please! It's me!"
"Who... are you?" My raspy voice asked the stranger. He then stopped running after me and his face remained still in cold, devastated look. What did I do wrong? I haven't seen this man in my life. Whatever is my life right now. I don't remember much.

I wake up again in a room that looked almost identical to the previous one. It seems like... what is this place called? Hospital? I felt like my stomach was slit open and sewed back. There was a bed next to mine. And there was laying a young girl, with a bald head and with 2 or 3 cannulas in her arms. Think she was sleeping. Then the door opened and there's this man again.

His pov:
As I saw (Y/n) awake, my heart felt lighter. Maybe she will remember me after the surgery. She suffered a lot today, back on this road... her body was torn. Her head was bleeding... it was such a relief to see she's in no more pain. I could only pray that the accident didn't erase her memories.

"Hey." I tried. "How are you doing?" She looked at me puzzled.
"Are you a doctor?"
"No, I'm your friend." Her eyes narrowed.
"I... I don't know who you are." I fell quiet. She didn't know who I was. My mind wouldn't let that fact sink in. No, he's gotta remember me!
"Look, you had an accident, your memory is lacking. We were chatting about latest Imagine Dragons album and drinking Starbucks coffees, before it happened. I was there when it happened. And my heart broke when I saw you. I was trying to help... Do you remember any of that?"

"N-No. And I don't believe you. I don't care who you are, but you're scaring me, so please stop and leave." My heart sank.
"I'm sorry." I spat out before quickly leaving the room. I plopped on the chair outside and cried. This can't be happening! She doesn't remember me! I prolly messed up telling her the story. I should've told her the truth, not the day before... the day before we got into fight.

Later that night...

(Y/n)'s pov:
In the middle of the night, I was waken up by someone shaking my shoulder. It was the bald girl. What drawn my attention right away, was that she was wearing red and indigo stripped pajamas, not a hospital cloth like me.
"Hey, can you walk with me? I'm scared." She said. I thought that maybe she wanted to use the bathroom and was afraid of the dark, so I decided to escort her if that was going to make her happy.
"What's your name?" I asked as I started getting up.
"Stephanie. I suffered forth stage cancer." She said it in the past term.
"So that means you're cured?" No reply. Instead she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room, down the dark hallway. I've seen this place before. It was where this man in black was chasing me. Except, the whole building was now empty.

We passed the bathrooms and she was still walking deeper into the hall.
"Where are we going?" I asked again, but she didn't say a word. We finally stopped... at the exit of the hospital. I thought the hallway was dark, but this... It was pitch black outside, we couldn't see anything. This was when Stephanie finally spoke up.
"This is where I have to go on my own."
"What? No, I won't leave without you."
"It's not your turn. You can't stay."
"What are you talking about?" Stephanie pointed at my feet.
"Go back." I looked down and I saw... myself. I was laying in the bed, my heart was bumping very slow, and the guy in black was sitting next to my bed.

"Gunner." Something popped in my head.

"His name is Gunner." I thought. I don't know how it came up to me, but I just knew it.
"Please, please, please, please..." He whispered and caught my hand. I could feel a light grip around my palm. "I love you. Please, I can't lose you." Then we herd a long beep.
"Please pray for me." Said Stephanie as she faded into the darkness. The sound disappeared with her. Also in this very moment, all the clocks have stopped. It was 4:30 am. Realizing I don't have much choice, I made my way back to the bed, not knowing what was going to happen. The grip on my hand remained, which made me feel less lonely in this different dimension or time zone or whatever. I was passing by the empty rooms and each one of their doors had a label "memories". And they all opened slightly as I passed by. My head started to feel heavy. I finally remembered things.

One particular memory, the only one I remember was that I yelled at the guy, the same guy in black I see everywhere (aka Gunner). And he yelled at me. And I turned back and started running. Outside. To the car. And then blurry. What was that about?

When I reached my room, it was empty. No Stephanie, no Gunner, no... me. Not even any single sound. Grip on my hand loosened. Was I dying? I got to the bed as fast as I could and tried to fall asleep, hoping I'll wake up in the right dimension. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize the sounds that started echoing around. The monitor beeping. It was so irregular.
"Please..." someone cried, before I felt something soft touch the back of my hand. Despite everything, the pain, the confusion, I opened my eyes. And the first thing I saw was... Gunner... kissing the back of my hand.

"Hey... Gunner" I greeted him weakly. When I said his name, he broke down. He smiled at me like I was a toddler, speaking out its first words, and went to hug me. I suppose he went through a lot. I just really wish I knew what happened that day.
"You remember my name..." he sobbed.
"I wish there was something more."
"Doctor said that within a month, you should regain your memory completely."
"Yeah, my brain will start functioning again!" I playfully exclaimed and Gunner giggled. "Also, dude, listen to this, I've had the weirdest dream ever like.... it was so real, it brought back some memories." Then I began telling the story of tonight to Gunner.

"...and I was walking with Stephanie and there were rooms which held some memorable moments of mine."
"That's all very touching, but may I ask who is Stephanie?" Gunner asked.
"It's the girl next-" I turned my head to her bed and stopped dead. There was an empty space. Stephanie nor her bed were nowhere to be found. Three people were standing outside, talking. One of them was the doctor.
"What time did we lose her?"
"4:30 am." Doctor said. I began to cry.

As I calmed down, I explained to Gunner about Stephanie and the journey to the other dimension we've been on. I asked if we could pray for her and without a word, Gunner put his hands together and we began. Afterwards, he told me his version of the day when I lost my memory. It was not something I'd ever expect...

"So that day, after we finished work, and got back to our house... we got into fight. And you, being the nice person you are, spared me all the lies and screams, giving me a free hand and... I lost control, I went rough on you, I yelled... I made you run out of the apartment, I chased you down on the street... and there was a car..." he started crying. "I'm so sorry, (Y/n)."

I was really confused. I didn't know if I should comfort Gunner or let him sank in his own guilt. Think I just couldn't really be mad or whatever I should do about it, because I don't remember it. I mean, he almost killed me, literally, but he didn't mean it, right? And afterwards, he didn't run away, but he came to me, confessed and told me the truth - he's no coward.

"And why are you telling me this? You know you could've just made a random story that would ease this dramatic event?"
"Because after everything I did to you, lying is the last thing I wanna do. I can't lose you, (Y/n). I love you too much."

I pulled him close  by his black hoodie and press my lips on his lips, which tensed up in surprise... but eventually relaxed and kissed me back.
"You are forgiven, Gunner." I smirked and his eyes went wide and he blushed. Shook took over, but he seemed happy.

"Look here, I'll recover, hopefully soon, and we can start things over again, and forget that the accident ever happened, k?" I held up his chin so he stopped gazing at his shoes.

"Of course, baby girl." He whimpered and gave me one more apologetic smooch.