The Game (Neku x Reader)

Chapter 12

A groan escaped my lips as I groggily opened my eyes and was met with the sight of a blank ceiling.

Where was I?

My body ached all over and a dull, throbbing pain went throughout my entire arm. With a lot of struggling, I managed to sit up on the bed I was laying down on and leaned against the headboard. I looked at my body and saw that I was wearing a different outfit than the one I had on, which consisted of a simple t-shirt and shorts. My leg was wrapped up and other areas on my body looked yellow from a fading bruise. My right wrist was wrapped in a simple white cast and I wiggled my fingers, not able to feel them fully. Sitting on a chair nearby was my old clothes which looked cleaned and no longer had any rips or tears in them. Who changed my clothes? Or more importantly who healed most of my wounds?

I wondered if anyone was sitting in that chair, watching me, waiting for me to wake up. The thought made a chill run throughout my body and I bent over sharply my coughing fit grew with each cough. My stomach felt as if it had been punched in the stomach and in a way, it indirectly had. Slowly, it began to die down, eventually stopping completely. I wiped my mouth and looked around the simple room.

There wasn't much to the room except for the bed I was on, a couple night stands, a dresser, and a closet. There were two other doors on the other side of the room, both of which were shut and I assumed they led outside the room and to a restroom. It took a minute before a sense of panic began to set in. Who brought me here?

I set a hand on my forehead before tearing the covers off of my body, swinging my legs over the side of my bed with as much caution as I could to not injure myself further. The instant I tried to stand up, my world grew blurry and my head began to spin as a wave of nausea passed through my body. I wobbled to the side, keeping as much weigh off of my injured leg as possible and put my hands on the polished night stand before kneeling slightly to prop myself up on my elbows to try to massage my temples. My stomach growled as a sharp pain shot through my stomach. After a few minutes had passed, the headache had mostly subsided and I pushed myself up from the night stand and used the wall to keep myself from falling over.

I made my way over to one of the two doors closest to me and opened it, finding a bathroom behind the door. I made my way inside with shaky steps and looked in the mirror. I looked like a mess. My (h/c) hair was knotted and in tangled as my face was covered in various cuts, some of which were bandaged. Looking at myself in the mirror made the memories of the fight resurface and I took in a shaky breath and held in tears as I thought of all the photos of Neku and I deleted. I looked down towards the sink and at my hands. My nails were chipped and broken and would need filed later.

I made my way out of the bathroom and opened the other door which led out into a hallway. There was some bright, multicolored paint on the floor which seemed to splatter against the wall and eventually led into a room that was shut. The door was covered in graffiti that heavily resembled CAT's, but was different. I shut the door to the room I was in again and went back to the side of the bed where my clothes were. I lifted the pile and searched through it before growing nervous and beginning to frantically go through it. My pins were all missing. I searched the drawers around the room, ignoring the growing pain in my leg. I'm dead if I can't find those pins, especially the Conductor pin. Anything I could find in the room was useless, including a paintbrush and some random clothes. I sat back down on the bed and felt my heart beat wildly in my chest. I felt the cast on my wrist and ran my finger along the edge of it. Where were those pins?!

The doorknob began to jiggle and I whipped my head around, only to immediately regret it as another wave of nausea passed through me. The door opened, revealing someone I didn't recognize. Immediately, my guard was up and I grabbed the closest object to me which was a pillow. I held it in front of me and narrowed my eyes at the stranger who raised his hands in defense.