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When Crisis Hits, It Hits Hard

🛑-TWs: panic attack, minor assault, gore (like seriously, do not interact if blood or organs or vomit and stuff like that makes you squeamish)🛑

-Pls, if you can, give feedback because im not sure if this part is a little out there or not, but i tried to add backstory to the story itself

-If yall want a backstory breakdown and overall breakdown of what is currently happening in this series, just tell me and i will be glad to make it :)

-Word count: 5770

-From here the story should get a little less confusing, but i had to get my ideas out of my head and onto ‘paper’ before i drowned in them (TELL ME IF YOURE CONFUSED IN THE COMMENTS OR SOMETHING AND I WILL EITHER EXPLAIN OR REVISE THIS)

-Thx for all the support from you guys, its crazy i got like 40 likes on the first chapter so i was super excited thx thx thx xoxo have a good night guys

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You woke to the sound of beeping. Squinting, you opened your eyes, despite the bright light overhead. You were in a…hospital room? The bright white walls gave you a headache quick, combined with the damn light. And the beeping. Where the hell was that annoying shit coming from? Growling, you snapped your head around, locating the sound. It was a monitor, reading your now fast-paced heartbeat.

What happened? The last thing you remembered was Ash. And pain. And…and Revenant. Revenant picking you up. Revenant taking you away from the massacre. Revenant looking down at you. Revenant nuzzling you. You had felt it within your feverish sleep, felt his eyes, felt his affectionate gestures. Where was he now? What happened during the match?

You attempted to sit up, but pain sparked, darting quickly around your insides and echoing in your ribcage. Groaning, you fell back down, your head landing on the pillow with a thud. The hell? Wasn’t this stuff supposed to be taken care of already? Why didn’t the doctors do anything yet? Your side throbbed gently, and you realized your breathing was a little forced. You knew your ribcage was jacked up, but you couldn’t help but wonder if your diaphragm was okay.

You listened to the beeping of the monitor for what seemed like hours before there was movement in the corner of the room. A doctor pulled back the blue curtain that you hadn’t noticed initially, stepping in. They held a clipboard, looking up from it to make eye contact with your curious but annoyed gaze. “Ah, you’re awake.” they said, and you identified them as a he, as their voice was deep. He wore pale blue scrubs, a mask, and a scrub hat. A few brown pieces of hair could be seen poking out. His hazelnut eyes gazed at you curiously.

“Well, yeah.” you said impatiently. You sat up slowly, and the pain stayed to a minimum. This was getting annoying quick. Never in your years of playing in the Apex Games had you been in the hospital for so long after a match. It made you feel weak, and you didn't like it. “Why am I still here? Shouldn't I be good already?” You took a deep breath, and your lower stomach cried out in a shot of pain. You groaned, squinting slightly. He gave you an upset look, then seemed as if he was thinking for a moment before deciding to respond.

“Well, ma’am, uh…”

“Just spit it out.” you growled. Damn, you sounded like Revenant for a second there. Weird, you had barely known him well, only about two days, and it seemed as if you and him had known each other for a while now. Funny how things can be like that. But it also seemed like things were..different. Ever since you had met the murderbot, it had seemed like your normal life as a Legend had gotten more interesting. You turned up one corner of your mouth in a smirk and looked down at your hands, which were clinging desperately to your throbbing stomach. Well, if you wanted to call that interesting, you guessed.

You tuned back in long enough to hear the word ‘surgery’ come from the guy. A trigger went off in your head just at this word. Images briefly flashed through your mind. Screaming. Tools. Things being taken from you. “Wait, what?” you said, snapping back to attention, now alarmed. “What did you just say?” What was he talking about? There was a quick moment of realization about what he may have said, but you didn't want to think about that. You couldn't. Bile rose into the back of your throat, and you quickly swallowed it back down. You felt your hands begin to tremble, but you willed them to stop, just long enough for you to focus on the now-confused doctor.

He raised an eyebrow before repeating himself in a low and slow voice. “I said that you have to undergo surgery.” You gasped. Your assumptions had been correct. No. No. No. He doesn't realize you can’t do it, there's too much trauma, too much pain. As if the word sparked meaning to the present, your side and lower stomach both began to throw a tantrum, shots of pain flying everywhere. ‘It’s all a dream..’ you internally whispered to yourself. ‘Not this. Anything but this!’

Your vision blurred slightly when the doctor didn’t say anything more. You couldn't believe this would ever have to happen again. What if you didn't survive this time? You should've died last time. You felt dead then. You looked dead then. You should've just died on that abandoned lab table so you wouldn't have to go through it again. You felt your chest constrict, and your breathing suddenly became ten times harder, making your lungs hurt. Every time you inhaled, it felt like hundreds of tiny needles were puncturing your organs. Was this hyperventilating? You fell back softly into your bed, this time no pain occurring because everything was already hurting.

You heard the beeping speed up increasingly as you instinctively reached up to grasp your neck with both hands. Faintly in the background, you could hear the doctor yelling orders and demanding people. There was a shout, and then another, and then a roar. What the hell? Your pain, however, brought you back, and you whined out desperately. When would it subside? When would the past stopped haunting you? Tears streamed down your face as your vision was closing up, the edges of the room you were in shadowing over with black. “Sir, you cannot go in now, no visitors allowed-sir, SIR.” a voice said sternly at what you could make out was someone trying to visit you. But who-? Just then something, someone, burst into the room, the curtains snapping.

You were looking up at the ceiling, and since your vision was almost completely tunneled, you couldn’t see who it was. Metal scraped the ground in a hurry, and suddenly Revenant was in your face. He looked brand new, no scratches, no bullet-marks. Nothing. Just plain Revenant. Your crying stopped when you looked at him. You felt protected once more. But everything in your vision was fading fast. “Hey, (y/n), you still there?” he breathed out quickly. You wanted to respond so badly. But you just couldn’t. You were gasping for air, and it felt as if you were drowning. You were. You were drowning in the past. You watched as Revenant’s now-worried face began to disappear.

Your brain screamed out, ‘No! Don’t leave me!’ But your heart screamed louder. It thudded in your eardrums as it screamed out to the simulacrum, repeating one phrase. ‘Help me! Help ME! HELP ME!’ But it was no use. Your eyes shut. “No, no, don’t close your eyes. (Y/n), stay with me, dammit!” you heard him yell out, but it was no use. All the background noise, the beeping, the yelling, the pounding in your ears, it all went away. Peaceful, blissful quietness.

You opened your eyes. It was you. You were staring at yourself. You took a deep breath, finally being able to breathe without sharp needles stabbing at your insides. Looking around, it was nothing but darkness. You looked down. You were floating, little stars indicating you were in the sky or at least not anywhere remote. You looked back up, realizing that there was no throbbing pain anywhere in your body either. You let out a laugh, it felt great.

But after a moment, you looked yourself in the eyes. This wasn’t reality, was it? No, now you recalled it. Somewhere in the present, you were twitching and fidgeting in your sleep, which you fell into after a panic attack. Somewhere right now, the simulacrum you had come to adore over the last two days sat kneeling beside your bed, staring intently at you and rubbing your cheek, trying to get you to wake up. Somewhere in the present, you had a somewhat impending doom looming over you like a weight that you could not escape; a tragedy from your past that you had to experience once more. Somewhere, you were internally drowning in your thoughts. Somewhere, you were thinking of all the ways everything could go wrong. Somewhere you were-somewhere-somewhere-

You yelped in shock as you suddenly stopped floating, plummeting into nothingness. The specks of light flashed before you, disappearing after a moment, and you hit water like a rock. Upon impact, you felt nothing, but instead of bobbling on the surface and trying to swim, you began to sink under. Taking a deep, panicked breath, your head submerged. You flailed around, trying to get away, trying to get back to the surface, but you couldn’t. You looked down, and once you realized, you screamed, the air bubbles floating away in the current.

Someone was tugging you down by the ankle, someone you knew and would never forget by the look in their eyes. They had been crazy, they had been mad. They had even been labeled as insane. They had stolen from you, had tortured you, had maimed you. This person was none other than your father. You screamed again.

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Revenant kneeled next to the bedside, staring at your twitching body. There was a painstricken look on your face, and he couldn’t help but wonder what you were dreaming about that put you in such agony. He had been in the waiting room, wanting to check in on you, but when he heard your faint cries and saw doctors bustling around in a hurry, he got up to find you. It wasn't hard, you were making a lot of noise. But not good noises. And when the doctor tried to stop him, he just marched right past and into your room. And you. Your monitor going fifty miles an hour. You, lying in the bed and staring up at the ceiling, desperately waiting for anybody to help you as you gasped for air. He knew now that it had been a panic attack, and it would've probably been better to not yell in your face the way he had.

He continued to stroke your cheek in a circular motion, hoping that it would wake you up, but so far there had been no success. You twitched once in the face, making Revenant pull away for a second before continuing his stroking. What had triggered the attack? One thought led to another, and the match from earlier in the morning popped up. An enemy team had knocked him down shortly after leaving the building, causing him to drop you. He got pissed just thinking back to that.

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“Loba, leave her alone.” Revenant growled at the smirking girl. She held her hand to her mouth, feigning concern before taking three steps over to your crumpled body. Regret shot through him; he should’ve-he could’ve done more to protect you from this monster, but he had just been too slow.

“Oh, you mean this weak thing?” Loba said. When he didn’t respond, she kicked your back. You whined out, crumpling up further in your feverish state. He growled. Sure, he absolutely loved hearing your sounds, but not genuine, painful ones. Loba watched his face carefully, examining his reaction. “So, this one is close to you?” she said, internally seeming to process the newfound information. Revenant just growled once more from his crouched position on the ground.

“I’ll remember that, for sure.” Loba chuckled. Then, in one swift motion, she whipped out her pistol, shooting you directly in the head. Your body was immediately boxed up, and Revenant couldn’t help but whine softly, not loud enough for Loba to hear though. Even though he knew you would be healed up within a matter of hours after the game, it was still hard watching something he cared for be destroyed. He had witnessed it one too many times in his lifetime, and it seemed as if you had brought out his sensitive side once more.

“And as for you, demonio..” He cringed at the nickname. All he could think about was when Octane had said it earlier, and it made him red. “It’s time for you to make your grand exit!” She emphasized the word ‘grand’ just to piss him off. What a whore. “See you on the other side! Or not, I hope.” she said, snickering at her own comment before aiming her gun barrel straight at his head and pulling the trigger.

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The sound of feet behind Revenant snapped him out of his thoughts, and he whipped around angrily, ready to fight anyone willing to step between him and what was his. Instead of what he had expected, it was just a bunch of anxious-looking doctors. Growling, he reluctantly stood, his singular claw lingering on your cheek before finally sliding away and off. Upon withdrawing from your skin, you began to shiver slightly. Growling, he glared at the workers as they began to gather around you. Why did skinsuits always have to get in the way of everything?

The doctors looked over you, head to toe. They examined your state carefully, flinching away whenever you moved or made a sound before leaning back in and continuing. When it seemed as if everything had been checked, they nodded at one another before grabbing the sides of your bed and wheeling it forward. Shocked, Revenant gasped and growled at the same time, stepping forward and blocking their only way out. They shuttered to a stop, and it was quiet for a moment. One of your pain-filled moans broke the silence, however. “Sir, if you wouldn’t mind stepping out of-” one doctor began, but he interrupted.

“Where the hell are you taking her?” he growled in the most menacing voice he could muster. It worked, because at least two of the doctors flinched at his tone. Good.

“Sir, we are taking her in for surgery now since it has to be done soon or-”

“What?” he growled out, annoyed. “Nonsense, she doesn't need surgery. Plus look at her state!” A few eyes fell upon you as you whimpered again.

“Sir-”

“And what if the idea of surgery was the reason why she had the panic attack in the first place?” he said, waving a hand at your now-shivering body. The doctor paused, as did the others, and they looked at each other. “So, put the bed back-”

“Sir.” Revenant looked down at another doctor, who had now spoken. Who dares interrupt the most violent Legend there is in the Apex Ga- “When surgery was brought up, her hyperventilating did begin, thus causing the attack.” Revenant lightly growled, pleased to know he was right. “However, if she doesn’t get surgery, there’s a 76% rate that she will not survive, let alone ever play in the Games again.” Revenant stopped. He hadn’t really thought about how serious this was. Were you really hurt that badly? His LEDs longingly wandered to you, and after watching you tremble and cry out softly for a few seconds, he felt his character melt, even if just for a second, and he came to his conclusion.

“Fine.” he spat. “Do the surgery. But do it now, and get it done fast and efficiently. Or I’m slitting some necks.” A few doctors gulped as he stepped out of the way and slightly closer to their side. As they quickly rolled you out, he remembered something and shouted after them. “Oh yeah, and give her anything and everything that will numb her and keep her asleep!” One of them nodded, and he shut the curtains with a sigh.

He dropped to the floor, slumping over slightly. The room was so empty without you. The heart monitor recording your heartbeats didn’t beep. He couldn’t hear you breathe. He even would’ve given anything in that moment to hear you whimper. Not that he liked it in this context, but he just wanted something of you. Despite it only being two days since he truly met you, he had quickly become obsessed. He just wanted you to get better already and come back to him.

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You were still drowning. All your warmth was gone at this point, and the water enveloping you was chilling you to the core. You had lost your voice ages ago. And your father was still dragging you under, further and further, the same crazed look in his eyes. You weren’t sure how much longer you could go on, both physically and mentally.

You thought he was dead. He was, you had watched him die. You kept on trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t real, but your reality was becoming harder and harder to distinguish from make believe as the seconds, minutes, hours went by. The only thing that you were sure you could anchor to was Revenant. He was real, and that was the reality, not this. Still, it was hard, and you couldn’t sense him anymore. All you could sense was overwhelming doom.

Your ankle flexed, and you could feel your father’s cold hand gripping you. The past hit even harder than before. The table. Your naked body on that table. Blood pouring from your naked body onto that table. Your father leaning over the bloody mess pouring from your naked body onto that table. You threw up, the vomit floating past you and up towards the surface. It had seemed like days before the police finally had come, subduing your father and rushing you to the hospital.

You shouldn’t have survived. It was horrible. You had stitches all along your belly, under your stomach, running along your chest. You had tried to ignore it and continue on with life, but every now and then they itched and you would have recurring flashbacks for the remainder of the day. Now they writhed and burned like snakes being set on fire along your body. You tried to reach for them, but it was no use. The water held you captive, as if it was trying to assist your father.

Suddenly, there was a jolt that ran through the water around you two, and all the liquid began to drain away. You fell down, your father still holding onto your ankle with deathly white knuckles. All your senses lagged for a second, and you began to think you had either died or you were back to reality, which both seemed great in that moment. However, there was light, and you thudded down onto an iron table, now naked and bound to the smooth but cold surface. You realized you were vulnerable, stuck, and unable to escape, and all at once your brain went into flight mode. Screaming as loud as you could for already having lost your voice, you pounded your fists in anger, grief, and fear, causing the table to rattle slightly underneath you. Someone had to hear you, someone at the very least.

Your father was in the corner of the room grabbing at things hastily. He now had a lab coat on, and when he turned around, a mask covered most of his face. He quickly approached you, leaning over you like you were a fine specimen. He then began touching you-probing you with his utensils. You wanted to move, but couldn’t. You had fallen silent at this point, watching in sheer fear as he did this to you. If no one had come to your rescue now, then no one was coming. You watched in horror as he took a blade, cutting into your lower stomach and completely pulling away your skin.

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Revenant was still crunched up against the wall of your room, staring at the floor, when he heard you scream. His head snapped up, and in one swift motion he was off the ground, making his way down the hallway towards where he had heard the sound. He turned a corner and saw signs pointing towards the surgery section of the hospital. He continued on, despite doctors noticing him and trying to stop him. But he wasn’t going to stop. He wasn’t. He knew something was wrong. You were in trouble. He knew something like this would happen. He shouldn’t have left you with them. He could’ve-he should’ve-nonsense. He needed to find you.

He turned another corner, protesting doctors following in his wake. There. Through the glass, he could see you, just barely, as surgeons were surrounding you. Your face wasn’t moving, but there was a horrified look plastered to your unconscious face. What were they doing? He growled, trying the door, but to no avail. The surgeons inside began to bustle around a little when your heart monitor began to spike. You still weren’t moving, though. “Dammit (y/n), wake up!” Revenant shouted.

A few surgeons looked back at the window, jumping when they saw him looming over their room’s entrance. His two beady eyes reflected off the glass, probably making him look like the Grim Reaper or some shit. He was right, because when he tried for the door a second time, a few of them yelped and ran towards the back of the room. Security must’ve been called, because people…no, MRVNs, came from behind, grabbing his arms with surprising strength and yanking him away.

“No!” he shouted out, trying to muster up any amount of strength in his body to pull away from the robots’ grips. However, they must have been designed for this backlash, because they barely even wobbled at his desperate flailing. In defeat, his feet dragged along the ground as you disappeared from his sight once more. He felt weak for not being able to be there for you. It disappointed him, but also made him suddenly malicious.

They turned the corner from before. He hadn’t even been able to find out what was going on, let alone get a good look at you. “Let go of me, you idiots!” he shouted at the bots, causing a few curious heads to poke out from side doors along the hallway before withdrawing quickly. “I’m not the problem here, I’m here to protect her!”

“Sir,” one said in a monotone voice. “We have been called to take you away from this section of the Apex Legends Facility and return you to the Legends’ section of the building due to disturbance.” Revenant growled. No, that couldn’t happen, not when you were in trouble. He could sense it from you since he had first seen you in the hospital bed. He flailed in their grip once more as they neared the entrance, his feet still dragging and causing scratches along the marble floor. What a pathetic way to get kicked out.

The doors swung open around him, and the two bots literally threw him out. With a dull thud, he landed on the carpeted floor, sprawled limbs and all. Sitting up, he saw the MRVNs stare at him for a moment from the doorway, as if thinking, or pitying him, before one of them rolled back inside. The other one turned to follow, but Revenant yelled at it. “Wait.” The bot hesitated before rolling back around. He sighed deeply, already annoyed at where he had currently gotten himself. The fact that he was about to lower himself to a MRVN like that stupid Pathfinder’s level made him fume. But if it was what it took to get back to you, then he would do it.

“Listen,” he growled out. “Do me a favor. Come and get me once that girl in the room you guys took me away from is out of surgery, at the very least.” He felt his voice grow slightly more weak towards the end of the sentence, and he internally cursed at himself for it. What a meek, pathetic thing he was becoming, all for you.

The MRVN cocked his head to the side. “I see.” he said, a more curious tone laced with his original monotone one. “So this person is special to you?” Revenant growled but didn’t say anything more. Partially because if he did, he would be a sputtering mess, and he wasn’t ready to make a complete fool out of himself any more than he already had. The MRVN just laughed in his ‘robotic voice’ before saying, “I will. But only if you don’t disturb half of the hospital again.”

“I don’t make promises.” Revenant said in a low voice. The MRVN’s screen on its chest broadcasted a suspicious face.

“Fine then, if you don’t want me to tell you-”

“Alright, alright, I’ll make sure not to cause a disturbance again.” Revenant said in a temper, hissing the word ‘disturbance’ and adding emphasis on every vowel. Nodding approvingly, the MRVN rolled back inside the hospital, the swinging door shutting with a calm but seemingly final thud. Revenant couldn’t help but sigh as he stood up from his graveling position on the floor. How pathetic he must’ve looked. “Stupid MRVNs.” he muttered, walking up to and leaning against a sidewall right outside the hospital doors. He would wait there until you were out of the surgery and safe. Well, as safe as you could be without him.

Then a difficult thought hit him. What if you didn’t make it out? What if something went wrong, and you found yourself dead? As much as Revenant wouldn’t like to admit it, he would be devastated. Looking into his emotions, he was still surprised at how he had become so close to you so quickly. It was like he had known you for ages, despite it only being two days.

However, something drew him to you, some connection that couldn’t be explained by him. He felt the need to protect you, it seemed like that was his only purpose, his only motivation at this point. All he knew was that if something happened to you, it wouldn’t be the same as past ones who had left Revenant’s life. You were special; knowing you were gone would be more difficult than anything the bot had ever faced.

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You woke up again, vision blurry, and watched as your father continued pulling things out of you. It was too much. Sweat ran down your face, vomit was matted into your hair and crusted around your mouth, and there was blood. Too much blood. You felt yourself gag, but nothing came out. You were empty. Literally.

You had been passing in and out of consciousness, and it seemed impossible to do so while unconscious in reality. But evidently anything was possible in dreams, especially reliving the past. You warily looked around, but there were no police, no people, no other lifeforms in the room other than for your dying body and your father. “Ah, ah, ah, more organs!” he cried out excitedly, and you felt yourself shudder. Eyes gleaming, he plunged his hands into you, and you winced at the squelching sounds that emerged from your open body. How were you not dead yet? Would your dream keep you alive until you woke up? Would you have to endure this torture for days?

His hands grasped onto something, and he pulled. You yelped out as a shock ran through your whole body, stinging you internally. He pulled again, and something snapped. You howled in pain. It felt as if you had been electrocuted and set on fire at the same time. You writhed on the table, but the burning sensation continued all over. You felt blood running down your sides, and you felt yourself fading fast. No, you couldn’t die, not now. You had to live, you had a life. The games. Your friends. Revenant. Revenant.

Enough! You roared out, thrashing until your hands began slipping out of their constraints, mixtures of sweat and blood helping slide them free. You would get out of here, whether with your own sheer will or uncanny luck. Your father clutched whatever he took from you in fear as you began to sit up. Your remaining insides that weren’t already on the floor sloshed out of the gaping hole in your stomach, but you didn’t feel. You were too numb and either way, you knew it wasn’t reality. You would be traumatized, but you would still be alive in the end.

Using your hands, you wedged your fingers into the cuffs fastening your feet to the table, and with inhuman strength, the iron snapped in half, freeing you completely. Your father was currently backed up against the wall, watching in horror as you slid off the slick table and began to stand on two wobbly legs. You were almost completely empty now, and your vision was throbbing with your pulse as your eyes locked on this man. You would kill him.

You stumbled forward but regained balance as you took one, two, three steps towards him. He was shrinking, and it was either your mind playing tricks on you, or you were growing. Grabbing the sharp blade laying on a tray on the counter, covered in your blood, you stumbled another step forward before lifting up the blade. “No, wait-!” your father, no, this stranger pleaded at you. He covered himself poorly with his arms, but you didn’t stop.

Stabbing down the blade, it planted itself square into the top of his head, and he immediately slumped over. Good, you hit somewhere vital. You shoved it deeper, and blood emerged, pouring down the dead man’s body and onto the floor. His blood mixed with yours, leaving bright red pools of blood tainted with his ruby red liquids. As it seeped through his hair, over his face, down his lab coat, the image gave you a bittersweet feeling.

After a moment your senses regained, and all your pain came back along with regret. You fell to the floor, tears bubbling up as you leveled yourself with this man’s face. It was silly, this wasn’t reality; he was already dead. To you. To the world. But the more you understood the severity of what you had done, the more the tears emerged. He was once someone you knew, someone you loved. And look what he had become. Sure, he had deserved it, but why did it have to be like this?

His hands unclenched, and you looked down as something fell to the ground with a squishing noise. Your breath hitched as you realized what it was. The thing still beat, throbbing every few seconds. Veins pulsed gently along the piece of meat, slowly discoloring and making you come back to. That was your heart. Clutching your bare chest, you let out a soft cry as everything hit, the pain, the loss of blood and organs, all of it rushing over you. You fell to the ground, suddenly unable to breathe. You gasped, but to no avail. This was it, this was where you would die. And all you could think about was how you would never get to live your life. And Revenant. Poor Revenant, it’s a shame you have to leave him…

Everything went black. Was this death? Was this how you went? It seemed like everything had been normal until the last two days. What went wrong? Was it meeting Revenant? You felt your consciousness drop a level, and your thoughts became more sluggish. Were you losing control? You felt like you weren’t even aware of yourself anymore, just a presence floating around somewhere. It was a weird feeling, but a different one. Maybe this was all just a lucid dream? You had originally thought that, but you weren’t sure anymore.

Your thoughts began to slow, and the little voices in your head seemingly shut off. It was…quiet. Like never before. So this was it. This was death coming for you. It was a comforting finality. You let yourself relax, despite lacking a body altogether, and you let yourself drift away. Yes, nice and calm…

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Your peacefulness was broken by distant shouts. Pleading shouts. Bustling voices. Crying. What in the world-? Before you could even comprehend, there was a small buzz, and then a shout. “Clear!” Your whole consciousness was shocked, and it felt as if you had been ripped forward from the darkness. Opening your nonexistent eyes, you watched as the distant light slowly got closer and closer and closer until it was almost too bright…

Jolting awake on the metal table, you squinted, looking around at your surroundings. You were met with frantic gazes from what looked like your surgeons. Some stopped what they were doing and let out a pent-up sigh, others just looked overly concerned. One was holding a defibrillator, which made you frown ever so slightly.

“Ah, (y/n), you’re awake.” the doctor holding the reviving equipment said in a rush, putting it down in its container. “We thought we just about lost you there.” You wanted to speak so badly, to tell them they did technically lose you, even if just for a few meer seconds. You wanted to tell them about your brush with death, how you almost died because of things seemingly impossible to die from. But you held yourself back. “We had to replace a few things and set some bones back in order, but otherwise-”

“Where’s Rev?” you muttered out weakly.

The doctor paused, giving you a confused look. “I’m sorry, who now?”

You were exhausted, and in between listening and talking, you had felt yourself begin to drift off. You weren’t letting yourself fall asleep until you knew where he was, though. “I said, where’s Revenant?” The doctor paused, thinking for a moment before seeming to understand.

“Oh, him.” he said, frowning a little. “He seemed close to you, we just weren’t sure. He was escorted away from here, however.” You frowned deeply, frustrated. You just wanted to see the murderbot, feel his touch. He was your comfort. The doctor must’ve seen, because he waved his hands quickly. “Don’t worry, though, I’m sure he’ll be back.”

You weren’t exactly listening, as you had laid your head back down completely, letting yourself slowly drift back to sleep. You were safe now, safe from surgery, safe from your father, safe from harm. There was still a dull ache in your body, but other than that, you felt pretty brand new for what you had felt like. However, it still felt like something was missing, and you knew exactly what it was. Better yet, who it was. You wanted Revenant, and he would be the only thing that would truly heal you. It was crazy how you had gotten so attached to him in such a short period of time, but right now, you needed him.

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