Keanu Reeves/ John Wick one shots

Chance

John Wick x Reader (for  cherishfallenangel ) (A/n-It's been a hot minute, hasn't it? To the requester, and the rest of you wonderful readers, I apologize for being MIA, but school has been.....interesting. This semester has been extremely demanding and its been hard to find time to update on the platforms I usually write on. Alas, things should be getting back to normal soon. )

Y/n didn't know if it was the cold air or her fever but she was cold, really, really cold. Shivering beneath her thick coat cold. Worst yet, her nose was stuffed, and her head ached and she was pretty sure the high fever had made her delirious. After all, Y/n doubted that the woman who had just bumped into her wasn't actually  wearing a cat mask. Her muscles were sore and all she wanted to do was sleep off the rest of her flu, but of course, her boss wouldn't allow that. So, there she was, trying to get to work. 

As Y/n dragged herself through the throng of New York pedestrians, she alternated between uncomfortable hot flashes and waves of biting coldness. Breathing heavily, she pressed forward, walking past a hotel that was part of her usual route. It was nice and elegant on the outside, but she had never been inside, though Y/n didn't think her paycheck could afford it, bank tellers only made that much.

Despite herself, and her lateness, Y/n slowed down, trying to summon up the slightest bit of strength, just enough to get to the bank a couple blocks away. Though, slowing down might not have been as good idea as she initially thought. Bending over a little, Y/n placed her hands on her knees, hoping she could steady herself. The world seemed to be going white as it spun. Faintly, she thought someone was calling out to her, "Miss? Are you okay?" It was a man's voice, though it sounded so far off that Y/n thought that she might have been hallucinating again. 

Though she was still shivering, her teeth now chattering audibly,  a surge of heat rose to her face. Y/n wanted to lie to the persistent voice a couple feet behind her, but she couldn't summon the strength to do so. Even as she straightened her aching back, she still felt like everything around her was spinning, too fast for her to keep up. Y/n's head grew heavier and no amount of deep, even breaths and slow blinking could quell the dizziness and without notice so she could steady herself, Y/n was going down.

Just as she was about to hit the ground, a pair of strong arms caught her and the voice asked again, "Are you okay?" But Y/n barely heard it, her eyes were slipping closed and the sea of unconscious and fever induced dreams was quickly taking over. 

She was in a room, a blindingly white room, though soon the white faded out, and shapes started forming so fast that she could barely keep up. None of it made sense, but none the less, the bizarre scene continued to unfold around her. Soon, the floors changed, giving way to black and white checked tiles while the walls stayed plain. Y/n hadn't even realized it, but she was walking down the winding hall and when she looked down at herself, she realized that she wasn't even wearing what she put on earlier that morning. Her haphazardly thrown on uniform was now replaced with something that resembled a hospital gown. 

The hall seemed to go on forever, but eventually, blank walls became lined with closed dark oak doors disturbing the whiteness. "Hello?" Y/n called, looking around curiously, searching for any clue of where she might be. 

No immediate answer came, through, after a while, quiet whispers filled the air. The voices were so soft and quick that it sounded almost like breeze whizzing brushing past her ear. Y/n could barely make out what they were saying, only catching bits and pieces.

"You can't......."

"......her name?"

Then something else? A name perhaps, "John....." She didn't know a John. Y/n didn't think she had ever met a John.