[Rem x Reader] Re:Reader - REDUX

Volume 2: A Most Fateful Meeting

Chapter 4: Heaven

With the twinkle of sunlight being felt on his closed eyelids, YN tried his best to keep them shut, lest he be blinded, but still let the curiosity of the other sensations he felt slowly wake him up.

No longer did he feel the cold, rubbled floor underneath him. He only felt the warm, comforting embrace of a bed, and a pillow under his head.

Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he used it to get an idea of where he was. Freshly washed linens, more than likely the bedsheets that were adorning him, had an acute, but still faint smell of freshly cut flowers.

Next, he wiggled his toes as simple, early morning thoughts of a groggy mind passed by his consciousness.

This is cloth. he thought. A very high quality cloth.

His arms, under the covers, began to arise too. First he felt towards his sides, which moved first to the back of the bed, and then to the edge of the covers.

Yep, this is a bed alright.

Affirmed in what he could feel, there seemed to be some kind of a mattress under the bed sheet. As his fingers went to feel the covers, he noticed how tightly they were tucked in, like a professional had dressed this bed.

It's definitely not a hospital bed. And this mattress doesn't feel like the stiff cheaper kind you find in a motel.

He started to reflect.

How did I get here? What led up to this?

YN racked his mind, replaying all the major events from yesterday. He remembered everything, but as soon as he came to the last thing he remembered, it came with a price.

Instantly, he felt his aches.

His skull throbbed on the front still from his impact with Subaru's own head.

From getting the wind knocked out of him following Reinhard gathering an exorbitant amount of mana, this caused him to have his shoulders and collarbones feel heavy from the weight they felt, as his diaphragm felt fatigued.

And finally, the continued drowsiness from his lack of sleep combined with the adrenaline kicks he had right before crashing out on the floor of the loot-house left his muscles feeling fuzzy.

To all these feelings, he was finally convinced by his condition to open his eyes.

Opening them, his vision was blurry. He wiped his eyes with his hands as he pulled them out from beneath the covers, and allowing his vision to clear up, he could see a white ceiling hung above him, ordained neatly with a luxury trim.

I don't recognize this ceiling.

YN sat up and looked at the room he had been asleep in until now.

Least to say, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The bed in which he laid in appeared to be the thing of dreams. Stark white covers and plush pillows were at his disposal. The room was classically decorated with an ornate window and curtains that the sun shined in though.

For as nice as this room was, one thing didn't seem correct, and might have been hastily changed from how it should be. YN's bed itself was pushed into a corner of this room, where it did not look as if it belonged there.

The more YN looked about though, it began to make more sense, especially considering that across the room from him, laid a bigger, even more luxurious bed on the middle of the opposite-side wall, flanked with proper end-tables holding what looked like lamps on each side of the bed.