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

Chapter Twenty Seven: Treatment

"C-Could I get some water too?" It was embarrassing to ask him for something but I supposed if he was willing to get it for me...

Crossed nodded simply and left the room. I sighed as I distracted myself in the comfort of the blankets. It felt great on my still slightly messed up back. It was dream-like compared to the ground of the VOID.

Chills went up my spine as I thought of the VOID. I was glad this room was always lit up so I didn't have to be in the dark. In order to distract myself from my memories I reached for the sketchbook I had left abandoned after Horror's attack. My arm was a little sore but I could still draw with it.

As I sketched out Ink more and more my vision got blurrier. I realized why once a tear escaped from my eye. I... hadn't even realized I started crying. I was surprised I hadn't done it sooner. I sure did cry a lot in this story and the author really should try to put a limit on it so it didn't get repetitive. (Guilty as charged.)

I sat up from my laying position and set the sketchbook down. It was only going to make me sadder. I leaned forwards into my hands and just let it out. All the pent up emotions I had been holding back in Cross' presence.

Speak of the devil and he will come. Cross had returned holding a glass of water and a container of what I presumed to be some stomach medicine. I quickly tried to wipe away my tears before he could notice.

"Killer didn't slip anything in. Is there another reason you can think of for why you were sic- oh." Cross had been walking towards me as he spoke before he realized I had been crying. He blinked a few times before sighing sadly. He sat next to me on the bed and handed me the glass of water which I accepted. I gulped it down in seconds which gave Cross the time to form what he was going to say.

Except he didn't say anything at all. He did, however, put a hand on my shoulder which caused me to flinch slightly. Oddly enough, I didn't try and move away from him. It was stupid of me probably, but I couldn't help it. The comfort felt nice even if it was from an unorthodox source.

I broke down. I let the empty glass of what had been water fall to the ground (luckily it didn't shatter). My face fell forwards into my hands again and I just sobbed. I didn't care that Cross was there anymore.

I felt his hand on my shoulder move to my back and he slowly started to rub there, comforting me even further. This only caused more tears to fall down my face and my sobs to grow louder.

My body moved of it's own accord. I felt myself fall to the side into Cross. This caused his arm to unintentionally wrap around me into a weird side-hug. It was terrible but also wonderful. What was wrong with me? Why was I so emotional that I was willing to get reassurance from anyone?

Then I remembered I was in my cycle. Of course I was incredibly emotional. I decided to just fuck it and give into my feelings. I wrapped my arms around Cross' middle and cried into his chest. I was foolish and probably making him uncomfortable.

To my surprise he allowed my unexpected show of emotion. Embraced it, even. Literally. He had put both his arms around me as I did to him. Why was he okay with this?

"I miss him so much..." I found myself muttering without realizing.

"I know how it feels... You're not the only one who's missing somebody." I was taken slightly aback at his answer, slightly because I hadn't known I spoke.

"Who are you missing?"

Cross didn't answer and looked away from me which made me realize the position I was in with him. I quickly released myself from him and scooted far away. What had I been thinking?!

"I- uh- pretend that didn't happen." I blurted out awkwardly, my face on fire. I was very embarrassed and wanted to scream into my pillow. I. Am. An. Idiot.

Cross cleared his nonexistent throat, "Is there another reason you can think of for why you were sick?" He took what I said quite seriously.

"Not really? Maybe stress... Or I'm just getting a cold. I don't have a stuffy nose or anything though." I tried to think of other sources for my throwing up but that was all I could think of.

"Is there anything I can do to make you less stressed?"

"Not unless I can let Ink know I'm not being tortured or anything. He has to be worried sick."

"Unfortunately that won't be possible. I'm sorry." He sounded a little less sincere with that apology than the other ones. Interesting.

"Can he at least know I'm not dead?" I was practically begging Cross to do something. Anything. I didn't realize until after I had asked the question that Ink would know if I was dead since I've been sending those SOUL messages.

"That I could possibly do. Hm..." Cross paused for a moment as he thought about something before coming to a thought he wanted to voice, "I could potentially even let you see him, if only for a moment."

"Really?!" I exclaimed brightly while unintentionally bouncing in my seat. I put a hand to my mouth as that had resurfaced a nauseous feeling in my stomach. Jeez, maybe I was inheriting Ink's tendency to puke when he got excited. Luckily I stomached the feeling and didn't vomit.

"It would require weeks of planning, but yes I do think I have an idea."

I couldn't help my smile, "Thank you." Even if I wouldn't be in this situation if he hadn't kidnapped me.

"It's the least I can do. You've had to already put up with a lot here. Again, I really am sorry for all of this. Truly."

"It's... fine. This isn't as bad as it could've been. You said the other option included violence, right?" Cross nodded his head somberly. "Then I prefer this over that."

"I'm glad to hear that. I'm trying to create as little conflict as possible for everybody."

It was strange for me to think this but... maybe he wasn't so bad.

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