Voice (Rosé x reader)

Chapter 21

Rosé POV
I hissed as I woke up. My head was pounding, my throat was throbbing in pain, as though it had just been set on flames. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room. Wait. Where am I? I scanned the room frantically, trying to figure out where I was, but my head was thumping in pain. I felt a weight on my legs. Sitting up timidly, I noticed a lump of white fur on them. I cautiously poked the fur and it began to stir. Horrified, I immediately scooted backwards and as close towards the headboard of the bed as possible.

The lump of white fur began to move and a pair of eyes stared at me. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. My throat felt like it was on fire and my mouth felt dry. I tried once more, trying to say at least a word. Nothing came out. The white fur rose, stretched itself before jumping off the bed. It turned back, meowed then clawed at the closed door.

Slowly, I got up before dragging myself towards the door and opening it to let it out. The cat slipped out of the room and I followed behind it gingerly. I followed it into a room, which I assumed was the living room. It was tidy and well kept. There was a piece of paper sitting on the coffee table, a pack of painkillers placed on top of it. Curiosity got the better of me as I approached the coffee table. "For Rosé" was written on top of the letter. Picking it up, I frowned before flipping it open.

Hey Rosé, I figured you'd have a pretty bad hangover from last night, considering how much you drank, so I got you some painkillers. There's food in the cupboard and fridges, do make yourself feel at home and comfortable. Y/N.

I felt a lump in my throat as I read the letter, overwhelmed with gratitude. I popped a pill into my mouth before flushing it down my throat with a glass of water I grabbed from the kitchen. I flopped myself onto the couch before trying to say a word out loud, still no progress. Panic began to seize me, will I ever be able to speak again? The cat leapt onto my lap, stretched before settling onto my lap. Shaking my head, I pushed all the negative thoughts to the back of my mind and started to absentmindedly stroke the soft fur of the cat.

Will I ever be able to sing again?