You’re drowning. It’s cold and dark around you, and your throat is breaking itself in trying to swallow air but instead taking in bundles of fresh sea water. Limbs struggle and tear as you struggle to swim up and break the surface of the water, but to no avail. It’s too far away. You’re underwater but somehow you can still hear the distant sound of waves crashing forcefully onto the shore. You look down into the abyss, and a gigantic jellyfish is racing towards you. It’s so fast, your panic carrying you to waddle your limbs with more power and ambition. Break the surface, you NEED to break to the surface. Smaller, colourful jellyfish are emerging from the deep and settling in with your speed as you swim. A sudden stream is pulling you upwards, and you feel rejuvenated. One of the jellyfishes, azure blue and shining in the reflection of the light from the fast approaching surface, takes your hand with it’s small slimy tentacle, guiding your crash as you collide with the water suspension.
Everything is black. You don’t particularly feel anything, but you’re laying pretty snuggly. Feeling a bit stiff after a while, you move to roll over onto your side but tense and groan loudly as a sharp pain goes up through your stomach. You’re laying silently, trying to not move an aggravate the wound. Ah. yes. You got stabbed. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Gathering your mental strength, you experimentally open your eyes. You’re expecting the flourescent light of a hospital or anything, but you’re instead greeted by your own apartment. Sun is flowing through the curtainless window, your apartment exactly in the state as you left it a couple days ago. How come you are alive without any medical work? Sure, your wound was not immediately fatal, but any wound is if left untreated. You wanna get up and look at your stomach and gather if you’ve been taken care of, but you’re physically scared to because of the earlier pain of simply moving.
You hear your bedroom door open and your body doesn't let you choose to avoid the pain as your instincts kick in and you sit up suddenly. You let out a strangled and tame shout, as the pain in your abdomen shocks your body. It's Murdoc, standing there with a small box. Your box of first aid stuff. Oh. Oh god, no.
There was no way in hell they let Murdoc patch you up. You would personally murder Stuart if that was the case. He laughed at your struggling. "No need to look so sour, I'm here to help while the others are out." He notices the confusion at his words. "Stuart, Paula and one of my friends." He informs you. Your throat is very hoarse. Maybe you did drown. "What happened?" What you want to ask is something more nuanced but a recap of yesterday would be fine for now. Murdoc walks closer to the bed and perches himself on the edge of the bed. "I don't know, you tell me." You roll your eyes, and he rips the blanket off of you and sticks his hand onto your wound. You shout and push his hand away, ready to punch his lights out.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" You ask, putting your hand gently on the wound. He snarls angrily. "I am trying to change your bandage, if you weren't such a pussy about it. The guy said it was important that we changed it often." He informs you. Thinking his words over and looking at his face, it occurs to you that with the amount of time you spend with each other I'm Stuart's flat that he maybe actually started to like you. He suddenly seems so genuine, now. Even with him hissing at you. Anger seems to be his most genuine emotion. You wonder what happened to make the man the way he is today.
He starts to take of your bandages, softly this time. It's silent for a hot minute but all these questions are eating you alive. "Who did me up?" You ask, curiously. "Just someone I know, I assumed you didn't want to end up in the hospital and questioned about why exactly you were in that alley with a drug van." You don't know why you're surprised he knew it was a drug van. Despite his looks, he wasn't that much older than you but he still had his years on you, the young years. Besides that, he was also scummy as fuck. "Your friend, the one you said was out?" He shakes his head, grabbing some new and most importantly, clean bandages. "Just my new bandmate. Speaking of, you still mad I stole your mans attention?"
You turn your head away, unable to look at him from pure embarrassment. "If you think my aversion to the idea of him joining your band stems from jealousy, you're wrong." He laughs, closing the box with a loud clanking sound and throwing it on the ground. You don't know why the cheeky bastards laughs at all your words, he seriously needs to learn to take stuff seriously. "Oh, keep telling yourself that. You should have seen your face when I walked in on him playing. You’re so whipped it’s disgusting.”
"Ughhh, do you ever fooking shut up?" You asked, trying to make it clear to him that you did not want to talk about any sort of feelings. Yet he insisted. "Alroght, so you're saying you spend all day babying the lad because..?" It made you question why you care so much for him. Pictures from that hot summer day and the boy (who had now become a man) laying there. Then you thought about him playing the piano. You still saw him the same really. He was still a boy to you. "I just pity him." Was all you said.
You reached out your hand for Murdoc to take so he could help you up. This was gonna hurt really bad. You both pulled outwards and suddenly as the pain amplified with the much bigger movement than the previous tries, you slipped your hand out of his as you let yourself fall back on the bed. You groaned. "You're a fucking baby." He said, looking at you in annoyance as you struggled to sit up again. "Try and get stabbed and then talk, yeah?" He didn't reply but instead put his hands under your knees and on your back and carefully lifted you up from the bed. "You're lighter than you look." He said teasingly. "Yeah and you look exactly as ugly as your personality." You shot back. He fakes a sad look on his face, trying to awkwardly manoeuvre himself to open the door. Just as he walks out with you in his arms your front door pops open too. Murdocs whole demeanor changes, and he greets whoever it is happily. It seems to be a larger man, wearing a cap. You don't know him so it must be Murdocs new bandmate that he referred to.
"Yo." He simply says, and even if it's minimal you can tell he has a bit of an American accent. "Hello." You simply say back. You're not gonna question why or how they are in your apartment. Hs must have heard your voice cause suddenly Stuart emerges from behind the man and runs over to you. "Are you okay? What happened?" He sounds frantic. You almost feel accomplished again at him caring for you. "I'm alright Stuart." For some reason you sound so timid, acting like a hurt animal licking it's wounds.
Without further notice Murdoc started walking away from Stuart and you protested a bit that you were not done talking but he didn't seem to care. He walked into your living room which was now somehow cleaner than before. Normally you'd expected them to have trashed it more. Murdoc plopped down on your couch and so did you automatically. Normally you would move off him but honestly you didn't wanna go through the pain with every muscle aching. Besides, it didn't seem like he minded you sitting on him because he had made no move to push you off. Stuart and the guy followed you into your living room and you could instantly tell that Stuart was unhappy about something. Murdoc picked up on it too, not that he was hiding it very well with his sour face.
"What's wrong Dents?" The nickname was obviously referring to Stuart and his dents. The new guy and Stuart had been talking as they followed you and Murdoc into the room, but Stuart had gone silent as Murdoc called him out. You didn't care for the nickname either, honestly so you hit Murdoc upside the head. "That's rude, jackass. How would you feel if I called you stinky?" He pushed you off of him and onto the couch, laughing while you shouted in pain. Complete asshole. But instantly Stuart's mood seemed to lighten, rudely so as it seemed his happiness stemmed from you being in actual pain. Then it occured to you it seemed he might have been jealous of you and Murdocs close proximity.
You quickly gathered the thought and trashed it. He still had Paula after all. A loud groaning sound filled the room, but instead of it this time being a result of your pain, it was your hunger. Everyone laughed at you, and you huffed in both embarrassment but also because you were trying to hold in a bit laughter yourself.
"I don't think I'm in the right state to go out and buy anything to wat and also my fridge is empty." You stated, hoping Stuart would catch your drift and get you some disgusting but tasty junk food.
Stuart put on a big smile and it made you blush slightly so you turned your face to the other side to hide it. "That's where me and Russel went, we went to go ave' some groceries cause your kitchen was empty." You smiled, turning your face back to him, hiding the sadness of not getting to get some junk food.
"Right o', we eat and then we talk." Murdoc said, staring straight at you, emphasising the latter part of the sentence. You groaned. "Only if you bought fruit loops."
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Just pity (2D x reader)
FanfictionYou promised you'd never do anything out of kindness ever again after saving an ungrateful boy from some bullies when you were a kid. You try to convince yourself pity makes you stay by his side, but how long can you really fool yourself?
