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I wasn't one to want to rush things.

I personally enjoyed taking my time and being the slow, calm person I am.

But, now was the perfect time to jam pack and hurry out of here.

Blood was gushing out by the minute, large globs leaking from the wound and spilling across the grass and mud.

That poor guy . . . he's just lying there in it all, puddles of water being polluted with his injury . . .

The moment I saw him collapse, I knew what I had to do.

I knew exactly what I could do . . . but I just . . .

I ... couldn't move.

I couldn't will my body's muscles to take action and run towards him . . .

Is it such a crime to feel scared of him? Shaken by the red liquid that courses through all living bodies and how it was splayed across the ground. Scared that whatever caused that injury could be just around the corner.

Scared, that the male in front of me could hurt me even though injured . . .

Toned doesn't even begin to describe his body- if not injured he could break my arm or leg or neck so easily . . .

I hate myself for this, but he'll die if I just stand here . . . Having that on my conscious . . .

My hair stood on end . . .

I'd have to save him . . .

For knowing that I just let someone die would make me just as bad as those pompous dukes and lords.

Lifting one quivery foot forward with a loud sopping noise against the mud, I gulped as I made my way closer, thunder storm drowning out everything. Lifting the other foot, it fell with just the same force and sound, the loud clammy squelching of callused skin against mud. It became a pattern, rising, falling, sinking, before rising once again. A pattern that ends when I reached the unconscious, possibly dead body.

Shakily reaching down toward his neck, I pushed my fingers into the vulnerable flesh.

I almost burst with the dread when I couldn't feel anything, but after a while, a small bump seemed to vibrate through my fingers.

An instant sigh swept through my body, muscles relaxing as much as they could in this type of situation.

Titling my head and peering over at the cape laying along his back, I made a quick decision.

That cape would need to be removed. Leather like type the cape was made out of soaks in water, and makes it heavier than all crap to lift.

Grabbing the cape and giving it a panicked tug, I noticed that there were shoulder straps to keep it on.

Maneuvering myself beside him, I gave a hard push, and rolled him onto his side.

The gore was awful. Mud was all over the front of his abdomen and chest, making a dark brownish red color flay about.

Aside from that, the grim was in his fresh cut too. Thankfully, the rain had already began wearing away at the mud, but still.

Reaching for the shoulder strap on his left arm, I pulled it slightly to see that it was stretchy.

Raising his arm up, I pulled the strap off, quivering slightly as I continued to slowly take the cape off.

Once done with the cape, I rolled him over again, face being planted in the mud once again.

This is going to be a problem. I could just try my best to treat him here, but then I wouldn't have the any supplies from my house, and if I ever tried moving him again, it would be harder because I wouldn't have the rain.

How do I carry him though?

Should I drag him?

On impulse, I grabbed his front arms and gave a few tugs, immediately I winced. Reasons being his heavy as all crap body, and the sudden thought that if I did drag him, it would most likely extend the wound.

Argh! What's a quick efficient way of carrying things!?

I could use my quirk, but my plants are stationary. I would end up just lifting him up and have him awkwardly waving around in the air.

Ugh!

I shouldn't even be worried! I should just leave him.

No one'll even know I was here, there rain will wash away any footprints, and it's not like people can track me just because I took off his cape.

Turning my back on him, I took a couple steps forward.

The rain and wind seemed to hound on me, telling me to be ashamed.

Zzzz! I'm not listening, Rain! Conscious! Whoever it is that's making me feel flippin' guilty!  I'm sleeping! Zzzzz!

La Dee Doo! Such a wonderful rain storm to sleep in!

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Stopping abruptly, I made a swift turn around before kneeling next to his body again.

I couldn't just leave, and it aggravated me to no ends.

the decision between my morals over my convenience.

Apparently, guilt trumps everyone's butt cheeks.

Putting my arms around his chest, I tried not to cringe on contact with his bloody wound.

That's besides the point though.

Lifting him only a few centimeters off the ground, I released his body and gave out a puff.

Dang he is heavy.

Taking a deep breath through my nose, I tried to calm my nerves. Key word. Tried.

My body wouldn't stop shaking, shivers running up and down my spine in an endless attempt to make my body flee.

But, the wonderfully great mind that I have decided to refuse all common sense and logic and leave him.

I really am just as bad as those stuck up rich pricks. It inconveniences me, so I don't feel like doing it.

Ugh! suck it up! I'm doing this whether I like it or not!

Spurred on by all my thoughts, two small trees burst out of the ground, hooking their branches underneath his arms and suspending him in a sort of kneeling position.

Oh.

Thanks Mind! That actually gives me a better idea!

Walking in front of him, I measured myself against him to see if putting him on my back would work.

Quite frankly, it didn't look like it would.

With him kneeling on the ground like he was, slightly hunched mind you, I barely reached maybe a foot above his head.

If I were to put him on my back, the tip of his toes would drag along the ground.

The only problem is that I don't have any other ways of doing this.

The only way I can possible get him back, is by forcing my way. With that in mind, on the count of three, I'll get rid of the trees, drop him onto my back, and grab his arms.

One-

Two-

Three-!

Spontaneously, the trees wilted, slowly lowering him onto my back and allowing me to take my time in finding a good grip along the base of his arms, just before his shoulders.

Wow. Carrying him like that wasn't as bad as I thought-

The tree finished withering, allowing his full weight to come crashing down on my poor innocent back.

Pain shot up through it, but it began to tiresomely ebb away, rain having began the healing process.

Oh great Lord on High-

Just because the pain is healing doesn't mean that it's any easier or lighter!

My whole body hunched, threatening to collapse with just that small moment that he's been perched on me.

My legs trembled, and standing here wasn't going to make it any better.

I could feel my face scrunch up in concentration, lip shaking just as much as my legs.

Taking the step forward, I was akin to that of a newly born fawn. I began stumbling forward with the first motion, putting another foot out as fast as possible as to not fall, but quickly, the momentum for the first stumble made me stumble again, thus beginning a small process or rhythm.

Stumble and Step

Stumble. Step.

That rhythm remained relentless, a constant pace that I was forced to uphold else I fall down.

The rain was making everything all the more difficult, my hands sliding from a good grip on his arm, to a sloppy hold on his wrist. Have I ever clenched my wrists this hard, I would think that I could break wood, but there his wrists were, still holding on somehow.

All through the forest I acted like a newborn, wobbling and placing the next foot forward, till finally, the small cruck house I call home was in sight from behind the oak wood trees.

I sighed in relief, messing up the pace I had set and falling forward out of exhaustion.

Several small trees sprung to my rescue, forming a curved wall around me and catching mine and the strangers weight.

Slowly releasing my grip on his wrist, I noticed that bruises were already forming with how hard I had to hold on to the mentioned joint.

He didn't fall when I released him though, his kneels were already on the ground due to height differences, so all it did was let his head loosely rest against the middle of my back, just below my shoulder blades.

I'll make due with where I am.

Without a second thought about it, I motionlessly allowed three large walls to form, leaving one side of the temporary house open, which was the side I was on. Two openings were on the two corners of the open wall, free of trees, but separated by the rescue trees I had made to support mine and the males weight.

It blocked a decent amount of rain, only a few persistent dribbles, leaking through the heavy foliage.

I would call that pretty good, considering how bad the actual storm is from the outside.

But besides that, I once again checked to see if his heart was breathing, my breath uneasy from both dread and exhaustion.

A sigh of relief left my mouth at the consistent snails pace heartbeat tugging against my fingers. Honestly, I'm surprised he's not dead yet. A real fighter he is, that's for sure.

Carefully getting out from behind him, I set his back on the ground, grabbing his legs out from beneath him so he could sit in a more comfortable position.

First things first, I need to see how much blood is in his mouth. I probably should have checked back before I hauled him over here, but I could live with my mistakes.

Propping his head up on a bed of white mums, I pried his still loose jaws open. Thankfully, there wasn't actually that much blood in there, his teeth looked pretty shiny though, some nice canines too.

Confirming that it wouldn't be that much of a problem, I got up quickly, and sprinted out of the temporary tree house and over to the cruck house.

I don't think I've ever flung myself through that curtain so fast, scurrying to one of the wooden bins.

I know I kept it in here some where!

Tossing several other items out of the way, I narrowed down on the object I wanted. The excess material that I cut off of my pants.

Grasping it, I made another sprint out the door.

It wasn't long before I came back to where he was laying, I almost got lost with how good the tree wall I made blended into the woods.

Speed walking inside, I  kneeled right next to him.

If I'm being honest, I don't know anything about helping people. I don't know the first thing about stopping blood flow on a wound that large, neither do I know if there are any other steps I should take to do my best in keeping him alive. But it felt like common sense to rid the mud from his body first.

Ahg! I should've got something bigger to wrap around and clean his wound!

Leaving the fabric beside him, I went through the storm again, into the house. Into the corner I went, grabbing my blanket off the floor. It was pretty big, so it should serve justice in my quest for helping the stranger.

For, hopefully, the last time, I crossed the windy ground and back into the makeshift tree house.

Still unconscious, I glanced over his bloody and grimy body.

I should have left him where I found him!

The right thing to do was help, but I feel like face palming myself for it.

I don't know anything about taking care of people! And I never really get sick, so I wouldn't know what he needs! Then again, this isn't a cold. It's a wound.

Sighing, I bent down next to him, taking my blanket and pressing it against his body. Most of the mud had been washed off during the ride over here, so it was mainly blood being wiped on my blanket.

A metallic smell swept through my nose, thrashing my sense of smell and making me cringe. I didn't smell that before, so I'll take a guess that my adrenaline blocked out the smell until now. With my nerves finally calming down, the stench caught up with me.

The skin around the wound being clean now, I raised my hand in the air, withing some of the trees leaves and letting rain come through.

I let that rain pour onto my blankets, fast and large drops falling through one after another.

It wasn't the most effective way to get blood out, what with it being rain and all, but in all actuality, I'd rather not let all of the blood stain my blanket by putting it back on immediately.

Wringing the blanket the best I could, I spread it out over the area of his wound, which was practically his whole abdomen and chest.  Tucking one of the folds under his body, I preceded to roll him over.

It took a bit of pulling and tugging, but I managed to tie that blanket around him, going under his arms, and connecting at the back in a relatively large knot. Uncomfortable it might be, but it's necessary.

After that, I just sat there. Staring aimlessly at my now being used blanket.

My eyes gazed at the blood that was seeping through the fabric. It definitely didn't seem as much as before, but, it was life threatening all the same.

Closing the hole up with new leaves, I tried to get a better look at his face.

That was hard, considering how hard it was to see in this small amount of light.

Night time hung about above the grey clouds, stars glittering for all to see, but the jealous storm clouds didn't want anyone to see that light, crying out to us and covering our eyes in darkness.

It really is hard to see though, I'm surprised I took the right direction to make it home now that I think about it.

Reaching my hand out, I placed it on his neck once again.

This is bad. It's felt even slower than before, bumping in less of a rhythm, and more of a desperate attempt at reviving itself.

Not only that, but he felt cold. Really cold.

I guess the blood that left him his catching up now, it doesn't help that he was rained on-

If only I could spread my quirk to other people! It be so much easier, all I'd have to do is toss him out into the rain and all problems would be solved! He'd go on his merry way with whatever he was doing, and I'd continue working the fields, growing into an old hermit before passing away as an old lady who worked to hard at the fields and got a heart attack.

The End.

No more troubles and stuck up nobles to work for. It'd be pretty good ending.

But nooooo.... I have to help and probably mess up the healing process for this clueless unconscious person.

Contemplating this in my head, another slap of guilt punched me in the gut, regret for even thinking that running away would help the situation.

Ugh, just focus on warming him up, mind.

On the topic of quirks though, maybe my quirk can help conserve what little heat he does have.

Resting my hand on the ground, I let the grass grow higher, working as a sort of cushion.

That won't be enough... this situation really makes me wish I knew of some type of plant that could generate heat themselves.

I made my decision, lowering my body slightly. Back pressed against the ground next to him, I shuffled around, part of my arms rubbing against the bandaged part of his chest. My head rested slightly below his arms, and I use my hair as a sort of blanket for part of his arm. It wasn't the best thing, but it's the most I could and can possible do.

As expected, it's cold lying here.

The rain droned on, beating against the trees, falling through the leaves and pecking my nose unexpectedly.

After the third time it did that, I got annoyed with it, forcing ivy to grow along the trees and leaves as a sort of insulation layer.

It did the job well enough, so I continued doing my best to fall asleep.

I swear, if I wake up to a dead body next to me...-

I was out like a light.

Body having collapsed lifelessly next to the strangers own limp body.

I didn't even get to finish my sentence, and honestly, my sleeping mind didn't care about that.

Time, however fickle it my be, moved onward, sweeping away the restless storm.

The moon and stars to pair, both waved their goodbyes, disappearing beneath the horizons door.

And finally, the sun rose from it's rest, cheerfully peering down at us from just behind the lands end.

Once again, the roosters caw rang through the air, shattering the silence, and serving as an alarm to all those who were nestled comfortably inside their sweet dreams and pleasant sleep.

Unfortunately for me, that call meant work.

I didn't feel like getting up, like every other time the rooster cried.

My muscles were like lead from yesterday, but with some time to wake up, I'm sure that feeling would wear off, as it usually does.

Still, I refused to remove my eyelids from their designated resting spots.

How could I when each day was a pitiful reminder of what was to always be my life. Sometimes, in the morning, I like to wallow in my miserable self pity, for no specific reason but to feel sorry for myself, deeming that I deserve more then this type of living.

Everyone does that though. Everyone wishes they had a different life, from nobles to the kings and rich, to peasants and butchers, we all wish, however slightly, that something peculiar were to pop up.

Opening my eyes to a sliver, I took a deep breath in at the sudden sight of dried up blood.

I calmed down though, remembering that I was the one who brought the guy home to begin with.

Laying in the exact same position as he was left in, was the stranger. The only one that moved was me, more cuddled into his side then when I first fell asleep.

Sitting up suddenly, I shot my hand toward his neck, pressing my fingers against the said place. Holding my breath, I waited.

Thump.

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Thump.

A long sigh escaped my mouth at the feeling of his pulse still being there. If anything, it felt slightly faster then it used to be. Aside from that, I think I saved him from hypothermia, probably; He feels warmer, so I'll assume sleeping next to him did some good.

The rooster cried out again, reminding me of my duty.

As wise as it would be to keep looking after this guy's health, if I skip my duty, people will come looking for me, and I'd rather not get in trouble.

Stretching my arms above my head and letting out a long yawn fling from my mouth, I stood from the slightly damp ground.

I'm not that hungry today, but if I want to power my quirk right, I'll need to eat.

Striding out of the tree fort and walking over to my actual house, I lifted the curtain above my head, taking an immediate right towards the 'kitchen.' My father would be gone for several weeks, so that's not something to worry about.

I kneeled, grabbing out some bread, before walking right out from the way I came. The garden next to the house looked pretty bad, so with a quick flick, I brought most of the plants back from their devastation.

A few trees around the area had fallen, their old trunks had creaked during the storm, giving out and letting the earth catch it's weakened leaves.

The poor thing, it looks so sad sitting there. Its once proud leaves would eventually wither, and bugs would wiggle themselves through it's once strong barriers.

Wondering past them, I began my normal tread, through forest, past dirt and grass, to the butterflies, and flies, and all the living things that creeped  about and walked and took breath.

Absentmindedly I munched on the hard bread.

It was the same as yesterday, only difference being the mud that replaced the solid dirt during the storm.

The mud clung to my bare foot, but as usual, I didn't care.

Just as yesterday, I had reached the barren fields, hay stacks that need to dry placed all across the place. If it wasn't for everyone's convenient quirk, it would take ages for us to harvest and grow everything.

Behind me, I heard the chatter of Brownie and Red Tint. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew was most likely pointless gossip.

"Hey! (Y/N)!"

Que the footsteps behind me.

It was Brownie, still don't know his name, who had ran up to me, Red Tint catching up and walking side by side with his the brown haired boy.

A bashful look crossed the first one's face, amber eyes sheepishly turned to the ground and hand aimlessly rubbed his fluffy hair. "Hey. . . I'm sorry about yesterday. . . honest."

His eyes looked back to me, "I don't know what made you upset, but let me make it up to you!"

An excited look overturned his previously upset gaze.

I couldn't find it in me to return the excitement, and instead I blankly glanced at him, nodding my head to get it over with.

To that he smiled, jumping and starting aimless chatter with Red Tint as he continued the walk.

"Hey (Y/N)?" He asked, looking to me and titling his head.

I glanced to him.

"Why's there blood all over your back? Are you hurt?!"

He began fretting, placing a hand over his mouth and reaching the other one out hesitantly.

My eyes suddenly widened at the reminder that I carried a bleeding body on my back. Keeping my calm, I shrugged, saying a simple, "Laying in red flowers yesterday." before continuing.

The excuse sucked, but it was the only thing I could think of on the spot. Besides, Brownie believed me- so everything was fine.

I stopped at my usual place, raising fields of nothing but wheat.

Just as last time, I fell onto my kneels, clutching the pile of abstract flowers between my fingers numbly. Several pants broke from my mouth before I clenched my teeth to keep my breath in.

Brownie rubbed my back where I sat, offering no comfort for my mind.

Standing and brushing off his hand as usual, I stiffly walked over to where the tools were kept.

Today didn't feel entirely like yesterday though- it wasn't like the cognate flight of light to the horizon as was the flight before it.

Today, it felt stale. Not a numb generic grey area we were all in.

It was black, and I felt so spiritless- I could only place blame on that incident the day before.

No- that wasn't some scar to my mind- that was what I wanted- the heat of danger licking against my spine!

Now that I've had a taste, I'm longing for the rush or 'spark of excitement' as I had said before-

The feeling of the gruff wood of the tool I clasped held no meaning- yet- I had to continue.

I was forced to continue.

I used to be content- but I had to want a more thrilling experience- and now everythings unbearable- at least- more unbearable than it used to be.

I want to do something. Something new.

A mindless smile grew onto my face, several thoughts of what I could do to make my day enjoyable popped into my mind. I was, once again, unaware of the look Brownie gave me when I smiled, nor the nudge of Red Tint's arms against his rib cage.

I didn't fulfill any of those rebellious thoughts, but the idea of performing them made the work pass quicker.

Though, as like the day before, gossip cluttered everyone's process of cutting down the wheat. The bundles that were there the day before were tossed to someone outside the field in order to let them dry, while everyone else worked with the sickle. Only people with convenient quirks like Red Tint didn't need to use the tools provided.

Gossip was like the daily news for me.

I didn't go to town and we lived decently far away from other other peasants, so to say my father and I are loners wouldn't be too off the mark.

Working passed just as the day before, filled with blabber about the kingdom, conditions, tax, the usual.

It wasn't until I got back that things got interesting.

The sun eventually set, bringing on night, and everyone began leaving, going back to they're houses respectively.

I practically flew across the usual path back home.

Excitement once again scuttled through my spine and body, gripping my putty mind.

Seeing it in the distance, I pushed harder, full on sprinting to the house.

Veering to the left and darting to where he was hidden inside the trees, I jumped when I saw his body, still it scared me, no matter how lifeless and limp it appeared to be. His chest was rising and falling more steadily now, that was good.

My breath was all over the place from running home on the long pathway back, but still, I grinned and showed my teeth as I stood there.

Bending over, and jabbing my fingers into the side of his neck, I checked his pulse.

I felt happy when it was still there, the cheshire smile keeping to my face like glue, as I resting back on my arms.

The smallest bit of pride leaped through my soul at the fact that he was kept alive under my awful caring skills.

Eventually, adrenaline began to wear off though, and I sat back up to get a closer look at his face.

It was hard to believe that just the day before this a glare so venomous was garnishing his face. His eyes were sorta like rubies- not that I actually know what rubies are- but from what I've heard, they shine a deep red color, rivaling the stars. Most people say jewelry rivals the stars, but rubies are red- so that's where I find the similarity? Eyck. Doesn't really matter.

I kinda just wanna pry his eye open to see what they look like.

Could I do that?

Would it be okay?

I mean- he's still asleep, and not to toot my horn, but, I kinda saved him-... or something along those lines, so can I?

Hesitantly lifting my hand over his face, I paused-

Would I actually want someone to pry my eyes open when I was asleep because they want to look at my eyeballs?- Pry is a bit to harsh of a word- would I actually want someone to open my eyes when I was asleep just because they want to look at how pretty my eyes are?

I shivered a bit

No- I probably wouldn't-

but seriously.

I really, really want to look at them.

This whole excitement thing was getting to my head, because before I knew it, my hand was already reaching out, planning on lifting his eye lid just a smidge.

Keep in mind.

I said I that wouldn't want someone to open my eyes.

Also, keep in mind-

I said planning.

It frightened me to death when a hand was suddenly grappled onto my wrist- a small yipe jumping from my mouth unconsciously when I tried to reel my arm back only to realize it was stuck in the clutches of the random and horrifyingly random hand. I jerked my hand a couple more times having no effect of the hold on it.

Looking past my hand and the other larger one clawing it, something struck me.

Two turbulent crimson ruby red eyes glowered straight at my smaller form.

Pupils narrowed, mouth clenched, eyebrows scrunched, and pure animosity radiating from off his tensed and lean body, the stranger had woken up.

Whelp-

I got what I wanted, right. . . ?

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