You're a page I can't turn
Word count: 1.375
Pairing: Druig x Eternal!Reader
Warning: Blood. Depictions of Violence. Angst.
Summary: You refuse to let Druig dies, even if it means sacrificing yourself.
A/N: Y'all know I love writing angsty fics, right?
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Request: What if Reader was an Eternal with healing powers except for every time she uses them, she ends up taking on the injuries herself. She would heal quickly, but they would still hurt. Maybe Druig gets really injured and everyone says that he will die and she shouldn’t try healing him because she could die in the process, but she doesn’t listen and tries to heal him anyway because she loves him.
Druig presses his forehead against yours, cupping your cheeks. You can hear the sound of the deviants outside, the scream of the people and the sound of the fire cracking as the flames engulf the village. You open your eyes to look at Druig’s serious countenance, yet loveable eyes.
“Take care,” he whispers. You nod.
“You too.”
Then, you split up.
That’s the part that you hated most. Druig goes to the battle in order to keep humans safe from the attack of the deviants, and you’re left behind to help the injured ones. There wasn’t much you could do to help in a fight against deviants, your power wasn’t useful on the battlefield, only on the post-battle where you would heal your fellow Eternals’ wounds, and help the humans who hurt themselves in the rush to get away.
You pace back and forth restlessly. Then, you hear shouts in a language you barely master, an improvised litter being carried by a woman and a man, you look at the child's fractured bone exposed. You get yourself to work, placing your hands above the injury and letting the golden energy light flow, and then each structure of the body goes back into place, bone, muscles, and the layers of skin until the leg looks what it once was. The couple, probably the parents, thank you in tears.
It doesn’t stop. More and more people are brought in, either by Makkari or accompanied by Sprite, who proves to be a great help in calming people down, distracting them with her illusions. You feel your power wearing you off at the measure the wounds get deeper and graver. You feel your shoulder hurt as you’re healing a warrior hit by a spear on the shoulder, you feel the wound growing on you, the pain spreading through the man’s wound to yours, and when he’s finally healed, you notice drops of red blood on your own clothes.
Ajak appears, approaching you, she waves her hand over your shoulder and the pain disappears as she heals you. You could heal deeper wounds than Ajak, giving the person more chances of surviving, but contrary to her, your power wears you off to the point where the wound reflects on your body.
“Get some rest,” Ajak advises.
You nod, heading out and inhaling deeply. The air smells like smoke, blood, and burnt flesh. It makes your stomach churns and you can’t keep yourself from vomiting. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, you spit to get the bad taste off your mouth. You walk among the debris, despite the dizziness, you’d need some time to recover.
Looking at the horizon, you can see the distant ray of gold in the air, clearly Makkari. You see Ikaris crossing the skies before he lands somewhere far away, in the depths of the forest. It’s only then that you notice that the gold ray is coming in your direction, and a second later Makkari stops in front of you.
You look confused at her but worried that one of your families is hurt. It’s proven to be true when you see tears in Makkari’s face as she signs.
“Druig is wounded. Badly.”
“Take me to him,” you sign.
Makkari wraps around you, and suddenly everything turns into a blur around you. The wind is so strong that it hurts your skin, and the speed only makes your sickness and dizziness worse. You blink and in the next second, you’re there.
Thena is kneeled close to Druig, she lifts her head to look at you and Makkari. By the corner, you see Gilgamesh, Kingo, and Ikaris fighting a deviant, a strong one, and probably the one responsible for Druig’s wounds.
He looks paler than ever, lying on the ground, dust on his clothes, and his hair sticking on his forehead. If you couldn’t hear his slow heartbeat, you’d thought he was dead. You kneel beside him, reaching out for his head and pressing your lips against it. The tears fall hot on his cold fingertips. He’s dying, and you… You can’t let him go. You’re not ready to turn this page of your story, your existence.
You know what you have to do. Arishem hadn’t gifted you with these powers if this wasn’t what you were meant to do. It wasn’t fair if you could heal all these human lives, and not be able to save the only one that means the world to you. You couldn’t accept that painful truth. You couldn’t live knowing that you weren’t able to save him.
You take a deep breath, straightening your posture, you feel the energy flowing through your body until it warms your fingertips and you place your hands above the bloody wound in Druig’s side.
“Y/N,” Thena calls, you look up. “Are you sure of that?”
“I know what I have to do,” you argue.
You listen to steps approaching and Gilgamesh stands by Thena’s side. You look behind and Makkari is narrowing her lips, she is concerned, not only for Druig’s but also for you.
“Y/N, you shouldn’t do it. You look drained,” Kingo says.
You don’t care how you look. If healing Druig means to sacrifice yourself, then you don’t need to think twice. You raise your hands again, but this time it’s Ikaris who pulls you by the shoulder, making you sit onto the dirt ground. You snarl.
“You can’t do it, Y/N,” Ikaris shakes his head as if you were proposing something absurd. Maybe you were, and you were just too blind to see it. Isn’t that what love makes? Blind all the flaws?
“You don’t tell me what to do, Ikaris,” you reply.
“If you do that, you will die,” he states.
You don’t care to answer, instead, you turn to Druig and stand your hand over his wound. You close your eyes and focus all your energy on his body. You shiver, but you don’t falter, gritting your teeth as the pain runs through your body, leaving you in a lethargic state. You can feel your flesh tearing on your sides, the blood spilling out and soaking your suit as his wound becomes yours. You don’t stop, not even with the muffled yells around you. You can’t distinguish the voices, your head hurts so much, but you can feel you are almost there. Hold on just a little bit more, you think. You can do it. You will do it even if it costs your life.
You open your eyes, seeing the perfect skin under Druig’s suit, all the blood is gone. A feeling of pride grows in your chest and your smile.
Next thing you know the world is involved in darkness.
***
You blink awake, your head feels heavy and nausea washes over you. You groan, trying to find out where you are. You feel something warm against the back of your neck before someone pushes a pillow against your side. You grumble from the sensitiveness. You are not supposed to feel pain in death. You move your head, a muffled voice catching your attention, but you can’t see clearly who it is.
The person presses a bandage against your forehead again, and you blink to see blue eyes turn into gold before you fall asleep.
When you wake again, you feel a lot better. The pain is gone, even though the sensitivity in your side remains. You run a hand on your side, feeling the scarry tissue. You usually don’t get any scars, but that explains why the sensitive skin. You breathe out, you feel exhausted as if you haven’t gotten any sleep, though you know you did. You certainly did. How long have you slept?
You push the hair from your face, and the movement gets someone’s attention because you hear steps in the room. You blink your eyes open to see the most gentle smile you’ve ever known. Druig runs a hand over your face, pushing it completely away from your face. You grin.
He’s alive!
You’re alive!
You did it. You were feeling exhausted now, but you have to admit it was completely worth it.
Druig smiles, sitting on the bed.
“Hello again, my beautiful, beautiful Y/N.”
