°|Twilight Terror|°

(DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD I WANNA BALANCE OUT THE CHEMISTRY GUYS!? SO BADDD! IT FEELS LIKE YOU HAVEN'T HAD INTERACTION WITH OTHER PPL IN AGESSS. But alas, you made these decisions, not me 😔 now eat some more Ryan/Laura x Reader)

Option 2: Leave the knife in.

̶P̶̶a̶̶t̶̶h̶ ̶C̶̶h̶̶o̶̶s̶̶e̶̶n̶.

"No! No, please..." You pleaded, grabbing his hand tightly and pushing it away. He immediately retracted it, now using it to support your back more. "We have to keep moving. I'll help you walk, okay? C'mon..." He put his shoulder under your armpit, wrapping your arm around both of his shoulders, then wrapped his other arm around the small of your back, helping you stand to your feet by practically picking you up.

"That medical demo at the start of camp came in handy..." He grunted, his arm adjusting around your waist. "I really don't know where to go..." He mumbled, nervously glancing around the room.

"Here, let me sit you down, I'll take a look around, okay?" He shuffled over to a bed, gently placing you on the edge, as if he were holding a piece of glass.

(𝙍𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪.)

You whimpered, the wound being extremely sensitive with the large, sharp weapon still resting in your side. Ryan left you for a moment, moving around the room to investigate the best way to escape. You were dizzy, and focusing on anything physical was difficult. You were caught up in your thoughts, and the way your mind made the pain worse than it was.

A minute later, Ryan returned to your side, quickly wrapping an arm around you again and hastily helping you to the large cabinet. "He's coming...!" He explained, setting you into the cabinet, then quickly cramming himself in as well. 

The two of you were chest to chest in the small space. Even if this was literally the worst possible scenario, you couldn't help but be flustered, being as close as this. Your breathing was loud and ragged, almost wheezing. Ryan quickly put a hand over your mouth, holding his breath himself. You heard Bobby enter the room, his heavy boots thumping on the ground as he slowly made his way around the room.

(𝙍𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙.)

Ryan observed the way Bobby was looking, then all of a sudden, he stealthily grabbed you by your arm and tried his best to assist you to the next room. 

You both snuck right past the man, running through two doorways, and making out to a large opening with a walkway around the walls, railing preventing anyone from falling down a story. You huffed, even with assistance, moving was painful. But you couldn't give up. Not with Ryan and Laura at stake. Or Jacob, Nick, Dylan, Abi, Emma, Kaitlyn, or that guy Max... who you'd yet to meet. But if you didn't keep up, you wouldn't be able to. "Fuck...!" You grit your teeth.

Ryan shut a door, keeping a distance between the two of you and Bobby. He let go of you for just a second to tip a big wardrobe over to block the door. Your legs buckled for a second, then weakened. You leaned on the nearest wall, propping your hand on the old wallpaper, but you began sliding down, your hand leaving a huge bloody smear.

You hit the floor as Ryan pushed the wardrobe onto its side. He gasped lightly, then came to your aid. "Y/N! Shit... we need to get you help. Can you keep going?" He asked, almost like a plea. You swallowed, hesitantly nodding as you held your side.

(𝙍𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪.)

He slowly lifted you to your feet. "I'd just carry you if you didn't have a knife in your ribs." He steadied you, then gently swept your hair out of your face. "You'll be okay..."