~Deep Below the Surface~ (Sebastian x Siren reader)

Reawakening - chapter 32

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I was dead... But I knew if I had died, I shouldn't of been in the medical bay bedding area. I was confused but felt too weak to move at all. I couldn't quite tell what had happened to me after I'd 'died'.

I heard a door open and realized this wasn't the afterlife like I'd first thought. It would of been a weird afterlife anyway. I couldn't move my neck to look though.

"Is she alive still?" I heard a male voice. "From what the heart monitor and all her vitals are saying, yes she is alive still" I heard a female voice too. I couldn't quite recognize the voices I was hearing right now.

My body felt numb. "Is she awake yet?" I heard the male ask. "I haven't checked" the female voice replied. Stupid, didn't even check if I was awake.

She seemed to notice me slightly shift. "Uh, did she just move?" I heard her ask in a concerned voice. Before I could even try to respond a hand landed on my arm and I was pulled onto my back.

Blind... Fucking blinded. The light was way too bright and I went off of quick reaction and flipped onto my stomach to block out the light. My head was pounding.

I heard a surprised gasp from what I guessed was the nurse and a small hum from the man. I was quietly grumbling from the pain in my head, I wanted to go to a dark room and just lay on the floor in there for about 5 hours.

"Turn off the lights" I heard the man command. "But-" "lights Rox" I heard them talking to each other like I wasn't there at all. The lights went out a few seconds after that conversation.

I managed to lift my head without dropping it back down on accident. I would of been fine if I wasn't flipped into my back again. Next thing I knew, a man was looking down at me.

I despised this so much. "What the fuck are you looking at big bitch?" The words slipped out without me thinking. His eyebrows raised slightly in what appeared to be surprise.

"I don't blame her, she did just come back from the dead" he said to the nurse. I was a little confused. "I'm sorry? I came back from the dead? As in like dead dead orrr?" I asked in confusion.

"Dead dead" he simply replied. I was flabbergasted, I'd come back from literal death. I was slowly remembering what had happened.

Y/N had gotten too hungry and ended up lunging at me. I didn't have the strength nor will to fight back. She had killed me. I wondered what was happening down there now.

"The search team found your body regenerating." He explained calmly. I rremembered that my arm had been torn off during the panic and looked down.

It was like my arm had never even been injured at all. Hell even some of my smaller scars had vanished. The thing was, the part where the elbow and rest of my arm had been completely torn off had a scar that went all the way around.

I didn't wanna think about how that worked and just looked back at the man. He was seemingly waiting for something. "What now?" I asked.

"Go to your room and rest for a bit" he replied waving me off while walking out the door. I was a little irritated by his audacity. The nurse seemed nervous around me.

People were often nervous to be around me due to my... Height. I wasn't surprised that she was no different. "So- uh- they want me to ask you a few questions." She blurted.

I watched her nervously grab a clipboard with a paper on it. I was curious on what questions may be asked. I heard her slightly muttering to herself.

"Uh- how are you feeling?" She asked while she grabbed a pen. "I have a massive headache, but aside from that I'm fine" I responded. She wrote something down quickly before continuing.

"Do you remember what happened? If so what?" She asked. I thought for a second, I couldn't expose Y/N was getting aggressive or they'd probably send someone down to try and kill her. "A very aggressive wall dweller"

"Ah." She mumbled under her breath as she wrote down another thing quickly. "Does your arm hurt? The one that got ripped off?" She asked.

"Not really" I simply said. She wrote something down again. I didn't know what she was writing but she was writing fairly fast. She seemed to glance at my arm every now and then.

"Is there any type of markings where the limb was detached?" She asked while looking at my arm. "Can't you tell?" I asked. "Not really" she said back.

I knew my body was a mess of scars so I couldn't blame her for not knowing which scars are old and which ones are new. I sighed before responding. "Yes, there is" I said.

She wrote more down before glancing to my stomach. I noticed my shirt was torn and there was a scar where my stomach had been ripped open as well. "Yes there's a scar there too" I had known she was gonna ask.

She wrote more down before setting the clipboard back down where she'd grabbed it. I could here small mumbles from her. "You may go back to your room now" she said in a nervous tone.

She wasn't half bad at being somewhat decent, at least, compared to the people here she was. I walked out of the room and into the hallway I'd been down several times for all my injuries.

I went down the hall to my room and opened the door. I could really go for a nap about now, but I knew I couldn't go to sleep just yet. My head still hurt pretty badly.

I went into my room and searched through some drawers for some pajamas. I pulled out my matching set and threw it on the bed while taking my shirt off.

God it felt good to get out of that blood stained shirt. I simply threw it to the side into the dirty hamper. I took off my pants and grabbed my pajamas. I'd take a quick shower before I went to sleep.

(Nuh uh uh. No shower description for you)

I'd just gotten outta the shower and changed. My legs felt weak and I was tired. I was laying down in seconds. I laid on my back. I hesitantly lifted my shirt and traced the scar on my stomach.

I know they didn't mean to. I didn't blame them, it wasn't their fault. Maybe I was supposed to feel some sort of resentment for them since they literally killed me.

I wished I'd gotten a better explanation than 'the search squad found your body regenerating' when I knew for a damn fact I'd entered the sweet arms of death herself.

I just laid in bed f.

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Y/N has been a mess since Phoenix died. I can't find a way to make them feel any better. I tried to go into their cave but the opening was blocked up. I'm scared they did something bad

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End of chapter 32

I hope you heathens can live on this for a while since I have to figure out how I'm gonna continue the story.

Word count: 1260
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