I don't know what happened. One moment I was running through the woods, trying my best to get away from a beast, trying my best to stay alive. Then, I find myself in a stranger's bed, full of wounds and cuts.
My vision was blurry as I opened my sore eyes...I wasn't dead? I tried sitting up but my body stopped me. My legs, arms, thighs, neck, head... everything was numb.
I took a deep breath. Wine. The air smelt like wine.
Where was I and what was I doing here? It wasn't the woods. It was a room. Someone's room. A room full of empty wine bottles and dirty clothes scattered everywhere.
I was lying on a bed that reeked just as much like alcohol as everything else.
A dry cough left my lips, causing my hands to subconsciously reach for my throat. It was a painful, sick, horrid cough. A few specks of blood escaped my mouth as more and more coughs came out of me. Then, more blood followed.
My fragile lungs screamed as I couldn't stop vomiting blood and my arms were starting to ache as the numbness faded away. If I wasn't dead already, I was surely going to die now.
My body started shaking and my vision turned dark. I could taste the blood on my tongue and lips but couldn't do anything against it. I heard screams and yells although nobody was in the room with me. A loud thud followed the cries as I fell off the bed, hitting the ground harshly and causing more blood to flow out of me.
I tried getting up but I was in complete pain. I was shaking uncontrollably on the floor with my hands clutched on to my throat. As I sat there lying on my back, I knew that these were my last moments. No more blood came out through my mouth as it was now puddling in my throat. I started coughing even louder as I started chocking on my own blood.
The room didn't stink as wine anymore, now it reeked as something way worse. Something stronger that burnt your nose.
The shouting and yelling stopped. The blood stopped. The coughing stopped... my brain stopped.
Just as I thought that I was as good as dead, a refreshing breeze washed over me and I felt a pair of cold hands grab me quickly by the waist and pick me up. The blood spilled out of my mouth as the hands tilted my head and a mouthful of water replaced it.
It was hard for me, but I managed to swallow the water. The taste of blood still lingered on my tongue, but I didn't seem to realise. I was completely deaf and blind, all I could do is rely on whoever the owner of the pair of hands was to help me.
And they did.
In what felt like just a few minutes, I was sitting on a chair next to a man about my age. His blue eyes were staring into mine. It was a look of worry although he was a complete stranger to me.
My vision almost entirely focused and I could see the man clearly for the first time.
He didn't have two blue eyes. In fact, he only had one. The other was hidden behind an eyepatch. His long, messy, blue hair was dangling off his shoulder as his hands were still on my back, helping me to sit up. As he saw me finally being able to sit by myself, a smile of relief spread across his face.
"Y/N..." his voice echoed in my mind for a moment or two. It was as if I've heard it before, yet he was a complete stranger to me.
Then, what he said hit me... Y/N?
"Y-Y/N?" I repeated after him. My mind was still fuzzy. Who was Y/N? I've definitely heard the name before... but where?
"Yes, Y/N! Y/N!" His hands moved away from my back.
"I'm sorry, but I don't recall knowing any Y/N" his excitement turned back into worry at my last words "a-and you are?"
His eye was now scanning my body, choosing to ignore my question.
"Your clothes are completely stained red... for how long have you been vomiting blood?"
He changed the subject so quickly... it was so weird.
"Hm... I-I'd say about 2 minutes." This was a guess. I didn't actually know for how long blood was flowing out of me. To me, it felt like forever.
"2 minutes... 2 minutes? How didn't I hear her?!" He started muttering to himself.
I licked my lips to find that dry blood was still spread across them like lip stick. It was only then when I decided to look down at myself. Red. Everything was red. Did I really bleed that much?
"Who are you?" I broke his muttering and caught his attention again. He jumped up, staring at me. His eye gave signs of tearing up.
"Who- Who am I? Y/N! I'm Kaeya!" A look of despair lingered in his eye, as if he wanted me to remember him, yet even if I tried, Kaeya didn't ring any bell.
"Oh... nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet me? Y/N, we've known each other for Barbatos Knows how long!" he sat back next to me and stared at one of my wounds "...tsk. Look, Y/N. You got badly injured, your brain's probably still really fuzzy, I'm sure you'll remember me in like an hour or two..."
A nervous chuckle followed his sentence before he raised his gaze to meet mine. A small smile awoke on his face as he stared at me. "I'm just glad to have you back."
What did he mean by that? Glad to have me back.
And just like that, he stood up and excused himself as he went to the bathroom.
"Glad to have me back...?" I repeated once he left.
