I bleed for you ~A sequel to I bleed Red | An Ink x Reader~

(Sorry for the nearly 3 week absence, I've been having wrist problems so writing is physically straining. I'm getting a splint soon so that should hopefully help!)

(Minor Warning: Vomiting)

~Y/n's POV~

I groaned when I finally woke back up. I couldn't immediately tell what was happening when I did. I could tell I was laying in a bed with the blanket draped over my entire body except my arm. Said arm was the one Horror had grabbed and still stung a little. It felt like something was putting pressure on it?

I fully opened my eyes and looked to the side only to flinch slightly. Cross was wrapping a bandage around my injury. He looked up at me when I had flinched, seemingly to only realize now that I had woken up.

"Are you alright? I got worried when you passed out like that." Cross asked concerned, slowing down his wrapping of the bandage.

"I'm fine... I was just really tired." I answered hesitantly as I scooted myself a little farther away from him. I didn't like being so close to him.

"Healing magic can do that to some people. Are you in much pain?"

"It just stings a little bit... Not that badly though."

"Unfortunately that part is unavoidable. I am very sorry for what Horror did. Believe me, he will pay for what he did." He seemed to be telling the truth oddly enough. I could just be bad at telling when he was lying though. It was hard to read his expression with his mask up.

"...Why didn't you just let him hurt me?"

"I thought I expressed that before, you're a guest here. I won't let a guest be treated like that."

"A guest who is being held here unwillingly..." I muttered with frustration. Like hell I was a 'guest'.

"I understand. It isn't fair to you and I really am sorry. If there were another way that didn't include violence I would do so, but this is how it has to be. I am trying my best to make this experience as enjoyable as it can be." Cross sounded very sincere and I hated it. My kidnapper felt sorry? Really? I had a hard time believing it but here he was bandaging me up and making sure I was alright...

"How can this be enjoyable when I'm separated from the love of my life and my friends?!" I couldn't help but exclaim. I winced as I had accidentally tugged my arm, causing it to hurt again.

"Careful, you're going to hurt yourself. I know, it's unfair. This just is how it is for the time being." Cross gently grabbed my arm again and started to secure the bandages once more.

"How long am I going to be here? Forever?"

"No. Just around a month, more or less." I wasn't expecting that answer. That wasn't that long of a time. I've been through much worse for much longer.

"Really? That's not that long. What do you even have me here for?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that. Unfortunately, that is the one question I cannot answer for you. You'll see soon enough. I can assure you that this isn't personal, though."

I didn't respond to that one. Not personal? What did that mean? Why else would this room be tailored to me? Literally. The clothes that were in the dresser had been tailored.

Cross finally finished applying the sturdy bandage around my arm. I was expecting him to get up and leave after that but he didn't. Something seemed to be on his mind.

"Since I've answered so many of your questions, would you mind if I asked you one?"

"You just did." I couldn't help but snicker. He raised a bone brow at me but I swore I saw a smile peek through the mask. "It depends on the question." I answered seriously, eyeing him suspiciously.