Forming Trust- An Ela X Reader Fanfiction

Familiar Faces

"I don't mind if I only had one person. Even if the whole world hated me, I could keep living if that person needed me."

~Sakuta Azusagawa ~ Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai

Shit... What happened? Where am I?

I tried to sit up, eyes still closed, but an intense pain shot through my gut, preventing me from leaving.

"My god... you're awake! W-wait, Y/n, calm down. You're gonna hurt yourself."

I found myself quickly calmed by the familiar voice that was speaking from above me, it's sweet softness like a gentle lullaby. I felt a warm and tender hand touch at my palm, and I grasped it firmly. Taking my time, I stared up, finally opening my eyes. Above me were the tired but doting eyes of Ela, a look of slight relief plastered upon her face.

Wait, Ela? I-I... I left Japan! God... I killed J.D!

Everything was finally starting to come back. I had snuck out from Ela and flown to Spain. There, Jordan was... Shot by Craig, and I... I killed J.D. I... I did it. I killed him.

I had thought I would be excited when I killed J.D. At the moment, I just felt... calm. I felt no remorse for what I did, but I... I didn't feel proud about myself. I know killing him was what I had to do... but I still didn't enjoy it.

God, the memories from who knows when started flooding in, those from after I pulled the trigger. I was phased for a moment, but I managed to push them away. I did not need to be remembering those thoughts for the time being.

Anyways, I quickly got to wondering... How was Ela above me? It took me a minute, but I soon realized: My head must've been up on her legs.

"Ela... Am I sleeping on your thighs?"

Ela blushed a bit before smiling.

"W-well, the pillow they gave you was really crappy, and I was worried you might have cramps if you didn't have a proper pillow, so... my legs were the next best answer. I hope they aren't too fat."

I gave an exasperated sigh of happiness.

"No, they're perfect. Comfy too. I wouldn't mind if I died from suffocation to these thighs."

Ela laughed lightly, trying to keep herself quiet. That made me wonder; what time was it? How long had I been out?

"Ela... what time is it?"

She took a quick look at her phone.

"1:09 am, the 15th."

Phew. I had only been out a few hours. I was worried I had been out as long as Ela had been after the explosion.

"So... how bad are my wounds? I know I got stabbed a few times, but how bad?"

Ela grimaced. "four major jabs on your abdomen, which I am sure you can feel, and then the bad slash between your knuckles on your left hand."

I had completely forgotten I had caught a blade with my hand. Now that I realized it, it hurt a lot worse. I moved my hand up, taking a look at it. Ela held my arm in place so that I didn't have to keep it up myself.

"Jeeze... it's really bad."

I tried flexing my hand, but I could barely get my middle finger to move, and my pointer finger wasn't going all the way down either.

"The doctor said there might be some permanent damage in your fingers... Y/n, you had me so scared. The wounds were so deep. Your cuts..."

Ela started crying, and I felt absolutely terrible. I had left her, without a clue in hell what I was doing, alone, on a different continent, thousands of miles away. She must have felt so lost and betrayed, and now... She came to see my cut open and bleeding, unconscious.