(Rem x Reader) Re:Reader - Starting YOUR New Life in Another World

Chapter 26: Hot Tatoes

A/N: Big shoutout to ShuTDowN and tobychevy for catching the smaller grammar problems in the last set of uploads. I hope you enjoy this new set of chapters!

Chapter 26: Hot Tatoes

YN's mind filled with cloudiness, from what he could tell, he was slipping in and out of consciousness many times. The first few times he had, he had heard voices, frantic ones at that.

Without being able to discern what the voices were exactly saying however, YN could form no opinion or thoughts on the matter. Still, with his occasional momentary bouts with being conscious came pain, but it seemed with each time he came to, the pain was a little less.

At times he could feel his hand being held. Throughout the experience, these hands seem to have changed. YN could tell at one point Rem had been one of these hands, as he felt the ever so slightly weathered hand of a hard working maid.

The next he had felt was a larger hand, not by much, but with much softer skin, not as warm, but also not holding it as confidently as Rem would have.

A few semi-conscious wake ups later another hand held his, this time much smaller in size, but with these few times, YN had noticed most of his pain had subsided during this time.

And finally, one last hand held his, although only briefly. YN had felt the initial grab and the let go, letting him know it was only for a few moments.

At first, YN had believed that this hand had belonged to Rem, but it was just softer than hers, and it also did not conform to his hand like Rem's always did.

Falling back into rest again, YN was woken up by his own breathing. His throat this time was dry, he had been mouth breathing, but the way he was able to take in the cold, fresh air was extremely satisfying, as if he hadn't been able to do so for awhile.

Trying to wet his own throat, YN felt the tingle of sunlight on his eyelids, prompting them to open.

Fully expecting to see his own room or perhaps even the guest room, YN at this juncture was nonetheless confident he hadn't died.

But what caught him off guard, was the ceiling above him. Rather than the ornate, decorated ceilings adorned with crown molding, whitewashed to a near blinding bright shade of the mansion, YN was instead greeted by wooden rafters and the underside of a slatted roof.

Noticing the unexpected change of scenery, YN also felt the bedding.

Gone were the smooth, freshly washed sheets and plush pillows of the mansion. YN quickly discerned that the what was covering him, while soft, were much more coarse, as they were hand weaved blankets of considerable age. While still clean, they smelled not of fresh laundry, but rather that of a recent, warm sunny morning, capturing the smell of the day it was last washed and left out to dry on the line.

Mustering his strength, YN sat himself up. With a quick look around the room, it was clear he was not at the mansion, but was rather in the bedroom of a quaint cottage.

Wood furniture, ornate rugs, and tiny knickknacks covered the room as he looked about. The sun's light that had woken up YN had found itself through the many moth eaten holes in the thin white curtains that hung over the window.

Before he could finish scanning his vision across the room, a voice called out to YN in a hurried, hushed tone.

?: Oh! Good morning YN.

Without being given a chance to turn and face the direction the voice came from, a vestige of gray filled YN's mornings eyes.

Puck: You seem to be feeling much better!