Table x reader

2

Your POV

"(Y/n)! (Y/N), CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" There was a voice. I didn't know who it was from, but it was there. Normally, when regaining consciousness, one would see the color white, right? Well oddly, I instead saw brown. A beautiful, indescribable brown. I blinked a few times before my vision cleared up, my gaze falling on a beautiful brown table. It was flawless! At that moment, I started to question my cruel opinion of tables. Just then, a male voice brought me back to my senses. It not only snapped me out of my thoughts, but also made me realize how stupid I sounded. Perhaps the cold had messed with my mind a bit.

"(Y/n), you're okay!" I looked over to look for the owner of the voice, only to be glomped by my best friend, Emil. (I can't resist. I need the Iceland x fridge) I noticed that he had tears in his eyes. "Why did you do that?! Why would you scare me like that?!" Memories of....whenever that was in relation to now came flooding back to me. Even I didn't know what I was thinking or doing.

"I don't know. And no, I'm not saying that because I don't know how to explain. I genuinely have no idea whatsoever. That wasn't even anything like me!" I explained. Emil sighed.

"Well, at least you're safe. If you're wondering, you're in a hospital because Fridge-chan and I have absolutely no medical skill, so I called (emergency code; example: 911 in US) and had you brought here." Oh yeah. I forgot to mention. My best friend is in love with, and dating, a fridge. Yeah, I have no idea what happened either. Speaking of......... My eyes wandered over to the table from earlier. They widened into (e/c) orbs(just kidding). Emil, looking confused, followed my gaze. He smirked.

"Ahh, falling in love with a table, are we? Now do you understand my attachment to Fridge-chan?" Emil's smirk practically dig into my soul. I blushed.

"No way! I'm not a weirdo like you!" you protested.

"Uh huh," he said sarcastically, "Keep telling yourself that." I rolled my eyes and lightly punched him.

"Excuse me, could I come in?" I looked over to the door to see a nurse.

"Of course," I responded.

"Alright, so there isn't any permanent damage. You should be fine now, but we can keep you here another day if you'd like," she said kindly. I hesitated. I wanted to go home. I'd only been awake for a few minutes, but I knew how boring and uncomfortable hospitals could be. But at the same time, I didn't want to leave. It's like wanting to leave somewhere you hate but spotting someone cute that you want to stay so you can see and show off to them for no particular reason. That's the position I was in. But Emil wouldn't be there forever, and there certainly wasn't anyone else—the table. It's like the table was cursed or something. It drew me to it. I couldn't stop thinking about it even five minutes after seeing it. But why a table? Was I going insane? Fear and panic filled me. I wanted to get out so that I could stop thinking about this stupid table, but I knew that I'd go insane without it.

"I-I guess I'll stay," I said. As I spoke, I could feel myself becoming ashamed and disappointed. I was annoyed for making such a stupid decision for a stupid reason. But it happened.

"Alright! Just press this if you need anything!" She motioned to a button on the hospital bed. I forced a smile. 

"I knew you loved that table," Emil teased.

"Shut up!" I said as I hit him, this time much harder.

But I didn't deny it.