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Mind: In overdrive. Heart: Erratic. What just happened? Oh God, am I really dying?! What’s even real anymore… Someone… please pull me out. Please!
(Y/N)’s experience in Acre had been short-lived her mind was all over the place. She was no longer sure that there was anything but the reality she had just been so suddenly forced out of… She wasn’t even sure if she was breathing, it felt as if she was no longer her physical self and that she just… existed, as nothing more than a mere conscience with no body to accompany it. That was until a burst of light greeted her frightened eyes.
A gush of air filled (Y/N)’s lungs as soon as the one true reality made itself known to her. The screen over her head had barely retracted before she flung herself off the animus and onto the floor, desperately clutching her chest. A deep sigh came from directly above her,
“Get up. We still have work to do.”
(Y/N) frowned deeply, forgetting her unusual experience with death. Of all the people to greet her during a time of great vulnerability, it had to be Vidic. It was… Vidic... right? That’s what she overheard at some point in her brief stay... eh… good enough.
“I just died.” (Y/N) replied in annoyance. She really did just die, granted it was a simulation... but she did! She sure as fucking shit just died and here’s some asshole coming in to piss on everything...
Vidic rolled his eyes in annoyance and grabbed at the female sprawled haphazardly on the floor, still drawing breaths like they were her last.
(Y/N) shied away instantly, making it blatantly obvious that there was not a snowball’s chance in hell she was getting back into the machine without some sort of ‘gentle’ persuasion. Oh yes… VERY gentle persuasion…
Vidic disappeared briefly, giving (Y/N) more time to recover. When he did reappear, he took her arm firmly and jabbed a needle into the fatty part of her bicep. Oh hell fucking no. (Y/N) went into an instant panic, being frightened by the mere concept of needles. However, throw a creepy old dude in with the fun and it’s a party! Not literally…
Seconds of struggling went by before (Y/N) slowly felt herself grow weak and her eyelids grow heavy. Next thing she knew, she was out like a baby… A very big and stubborn baby.
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The first thing to greet (Y/N) had been a dull throbbing pain in her abdomen. Why she felt pain, she wasn’t entirely sure of at the moment. Everything seemed hazy and obscure granted her eyes hadn’t even opened yet, that is if she can even open them at all.
(Y/N) went blank, drifting into the unknown; something happened and she couldn’t remember what. The abdominal pain on the other hand, had to be somehow connected to whatever was going on now. No one just wakes up to feeling like they had been stabbed hours prior.
Thinking long and hard about the chain of event leading up to the obscurity of her existence, bit and pieces weaseled their way into her memory. Something about a man and her, a Templar, had occurred just before the sea of black greeted her like an old friend. Oh fuck. Where was she? Was she even alive? Yes. She had to be alive given the amount of warmth enveloping her body.
(Y/N) twitched, or at least tried to. A successful finger wiggle had given her enough of an idea to determine she was sandwiched between blankets and a crude bed made of straw. (Y/N) then tried to move her body, cringing as it only made the pain in her abdomen worse.
“Your bandages were just changed. Stop moving.”
A cold, and annoyed voice caused (Y/N) to freeze. Cracking open a single eye, she was greeted with the same face that happened to be the last face she saw before her untimely stabbing. His keen grey eyes met her drowsy (E/C) ones. A disappointed groan escaped her lips,
“Why’d it have to be you?”
Perhaps those words weren’t so well chosen as he immediately retorted,
“I can still let you bleed out if you prefer.”
Ok. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Cold man who just almost murdered her, extreme vulnerability due to weakness… There couldn’t be a better fucking mix than that. Everything was so peachy…
“No thank you…”
(Y/N) barely got the words out of her mouth before a wave of crippling pain overcame her. The cause was undoubtedly from the large breath taken just prior to the three simple words. The discomfort was so great, (Y/N) uttered guttural nonsense. Her body became plagued with cold sweat, her cheeks hot, and an uncontrollable tremor overtook her weak form.
The warmth of the blankets disappeared moment later, followed by the scraps of cloth wrapped tightly around her waist.
“You opened the wound” He hissed.
Both of (Y/N)’s eyes shot open, examining in the dark surroundings of the room, having only a few candles it and a small brazier to illuminate it. She looked down, taking note of the fresh red stain slowly creeping outwards. That was a lot of blood…
The blood made (Y/N) nauseated and she fought to keep her eyes open. The flash of the man’s familiar hidden blade only agitated the situation and (Y/N) was thankful for the haze now overcoming her vision. The blade never graced her vital blood deprived body though, and instead had another nasty surprise.
The smell of burning flesh and the hiss of moisture on a hot object had done the honors of making a very nasty introduction. The pain had gone from 1 to 100000 in seconds and it was so excruciating she couldn’t breathe. In this moment of utter misery, (Y/N) understood the purpose of the blade now. He used it to cauterize the wound, and the brazier nearby assumingly became one of her life-saving objects.
The heat eventually faded and several words came from the man. They never reached (Y/N) however, seeing as she was drifting somewhere in between consciousness and unconsciousness. It didn’t matter anyhow… She’d be sure to thank him for saving her later, but for now, more pressing matters needed to be attended to…
One thing stuck out like a sore thumb within her mind more than anything…
Why did he save her twice?