Contract Killers (Multiship)

Chapter 18 - Dying To Know You

Killer's POV

Every single fiber of my body hurt. There were slashes and gun shots all over. I swear, Nightmare always gives me the most dangerous contracts.

I used the last of my magic to teleport to HQ. I couldn't concentrate so I ended up in the living room instead of my room.

Everyone saw me and came to my aid. The one that seemed the most worried was Dream.

My vision began to become black. The darkness creeping from the corner of my eyes. I collapsed on the floor. My conscience was slipping from me grasp. Then, everything went black.

(Time Skip)

My eyes slowly opened. My vision was blurred. My entire body hurt like hell. I started forcing myself to move from my laying position, but I pushed back down.

After waiting for a few minutes, my vision cleared. I noticed I was laying on the sofa. I looked around and saw everyone sitting around me, looking concerned. Dream was kneeling next to me with his hands wrapped around my arm, healing it. I apparently never noticed but my arm was broken.

Nightmare came in with a book in his hands. He saw me and immediately dropped it. He rushed over to make sure I was okay. I guess Nightmare isn't that heartless.

Nightmare: Are you okay? We almost lost you.

Me: Y-yeah. I....I th-hink I am. My ent-tire body h-hurts though.

It was hard to speak.

Dream: I was able to heal most of your body but, you will be incredibly sore for at least a week. The wounds that I couldn't fully heal have bandages around them so we'll have to occasionally change them out.

Me: H-How long h-have I been out?

Dream: A few hours.

Nightmare: Five to be exact.

Dust and Horror came over to me.

Dust: Hey buddy. You okay?

Me: Yeah.

Horror: Good because if you died, we would have resurrected you and killed you ourselves.

Dust: Mhm.

I laughed but stopped because pain started spreading throughout my ribs.

Ink: Take it easy. You're still healing.

Ink said soothingly. He always had that tone of voice that could calm anyone. That was useful when Nightmare or Error had a rage fit.

Nightmare: Dust, Horror, please help Killer to his room so he can sleep. He needs rest.

They nodded and helped me up. I hopped on one foot because apparently my right leg was broken as well.

'Well shit. What else is broken?'

It felt like forever but we were finally able to make it up the stars. They helped me to my room. They laid me down and tucked me in.

Me: Thanks daddy.

Dust: Haha, very funny.

He said sardonically.

Horror: Rest. If you need anything, you have your phone and our phone numbers. We'll be downstairs. I do believe that Dream will be up to check on you though.

Me: Okay.

They walked out and left me alone in blissful silence. I tried turning onto my side but the pain throughout my body demanded me to stop. I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling.

The silence retreated when Dream came into my bedroom. He was holding some bandages in his hands. His presence was so bright. It made me smile slightly. I don't understand why Nightmare absolutely hates him so much.

Dream: How are you feeling?

Me: I'm feeling fine. I don't want to be rude but please stop asking that question.

Dream: Okay.

He sat down on the edge of my bed. He softly grabbed my arm but I flinched and pulled my arm away.

Dream: Sorry! Was I too harsh?

Me: N-No. I just got scared for a second.

Dream: I promise I'll be careful.

I let him grab my arm. He unwrapped the old bandages. They were stained red from my blood. Blood started seeping out from my bones. Dream put gauze over the wounds then wrapped bandages around my arm. While he was doing this, he held such a caring and soft look in his eyes.

At the camp, we were taught to read emotions and thoughts through the eyes of our opponent. They say the eyes are the window to your soul. Dream's was bright and loving.

Dream was fixing to leave but something inside me told me to call out.

Me: Wait.

He turned around and looked at me. For some reason, everything about him made me feel warm inside.

Me: .....

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