I woke with a sharp, throbbing pain in my side. I winced and sucked in air. My ears rang with the sound of church bells. I exhaled violently and realized I was laying on my back. I glanced at the sky. Steams of white and blue shot across the sky towards dark spaces against a brighter blue. Purple surged with black, blue, yellow, and green. It was beautiful. I sighed and put my head back into the grass. I knew I was going into shock-since the pain in my side dissipated. I knew it could kill me. But- I'm not sure I really care- I mean, if I get to die looking at this, then I don't think that dying is as bad as it appears to be.
My vision flickered with black spots, blocking the painting before me. This is it. My final destination. I lift my red stained hand to the sky. I glance back to my hand. Red. I love red. Red is the color of blood, and apples, and Christmas, and Valentines cards and-
Him.
A man is kneeled beside me. His lips are moving, his hand is pressing my side. I blink lazily at him. His clothing-no, his... choice of clothing, is whited splashed with my favorite color. It looks good on him. I look up to his eyes, his purple eyes are widened and panicked. I open my mouth to calm him. But I shudder and gasp.
The pain comes back.
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The church bells fade and I can hear the red man's voice and the explosions erupt across the land and shaking the beautiful sky above us. I scream in agony at the returning pain in my side. The man next to me grabs my bloody hand in attempt to calm me down. Shaking, I look down at my wound. His hand is over a cloth to keep pressure on the wound. His fingers are as bloody as mine. So is the cloth.
"Shhh, it's okay. I'm here now," he says giving my hand a squeeze.
I look back up at his purple eyes. They are now calm and hard.
Oh. He's trying to keep me focused on him. Not the wound. Good tactic.
"Deep breaths, deep breaths."
My vision begins to blur. I'm aware I'm seconds away from being unconscious. But it doesn't seem like death this time. Maybe I can just.....
I'm out again on grassy hill...
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Our Memories (Keith x Reader)
RomanceY/N's found crumbling on a hill in the middle of nowhere on a planet invaded by Galra. Her memories are mostly missing from her brilliant mind. Now, let's imagine an emo paladin of Voltron saves this girl from rotting on this hill. Secrets are unloc...
