Goro Takemura x Reader  Ch 38Ch 1 . CH 2 . CH 3 . CH 4 . CH 5 . CH 6 . CH 7 . CH8 . CH9 . CH10 . CH1

Goro Takemura x Reader  Ch 38Ch 1 . CH 2 . CH 3 . CH 4 . CH 5 . CH 6 . CH 7 . CH8 . CH9 . CH10 . CH11 . CH12 . CH13 . CH14CH 15 and 16 are mature content but can be read  on my AO3 here or my WATTPAD here, whichever you prefer. :)CH17 . CH18 . CH19 . CH20 . CH21 . CH22 . CH23 . CH24 . CH25 . CH26 . CH27 . CH28 . CH29 . CH30 . CH31 . CH32 . CH33 . CH34 . CH35 . CH36 . CH37You get flashes of consciousness here and there, not reallybeing fully present enough to get too much from your surroundings as Vik keepsyour medication in a steady stream, only bringing you around to check motorfunction for brief periods before the next dose.Unfortunately, your mind doesn’t get a restful reprieve in beingunconscious… instead your dreams are plagued with living through both V andGoro’s deaths repeatedly… being forced to watch them suffer with no ability tosave them, hopelessly arriving too late every time.The images sear into your brain, undoubtedly something you’llsee with each and every closing of your eyes for some time to come, even whenrecovery finally finds you.Though, perhaps with some luck, Vik would know a way to makeyou forget this blip of time. A medication of some fashion to allow these dreams…these nightmares, to remain locked away in the recesses of your mind ratherthan continuing to dredge their memory around with you.3 days later:Goro POV:I exit from the shower, my gratitude towards Viktorincreasing more each day as he has allowed me to stay in the clinic whilst shecontinues to recover. She is doing well, the medications enhancing her ownability to heal, expediting the process exponentially.Though I refused to leave her side regardless of my owncomfort, having access to a means of upholding good hygiene and a steady supplyof food thanks to Misty has made the stay as enjoyable as possible given thecircumstances.V makes regular visits as well, though I am relieved she doesnot also insist on staying. We seem to be on good terms, but I do not wish forthings to be uncomfortable between us with the last confessions we shared.I also do not know that I could keep from updating her onthe new developments, and am almost certain that V would want to hear it fromher friend… something just feels right in waiting for them to have thatconversation without me.A glance over to the far chair shows her to still bepeacefully unconscious, though her face occasionally scrunches and heartratepicks up slightly, making me wonder what her mind must be focusing on – what dreamsshe may be experiencing in this time. Does she dream at all?Viktor will be arriving soon, he had closed the clinic,canceling all appointments until further notice to focus solely on herrecovery, but he would still spend nearly the entirety of each day watchingover her in case of any change. His concern even extended in his absence,having hooked up an alert to sound at his home if her vitals were to showanything unusual.Even being his job, I do see his commitment and loyalty toher, their relationship being important and her life of clear value in hiseyes. When this is all done, I will have to find some way to thank him.I am certain he will see it as unnecessary, being that heseems to do it for his own reasons, near-familial bonds between them visible toeveryone instantly, but I will find a way… surely, there is something I can do,even if it takes me some time to figure it out.Perhaps, once she is awake, she will even be able to helpguide me in the right direction, knowing him so much better than I do.Just as I had grown accustomed, Viktor arrives a few shortminutes past 7, his routine having been established over the last few days toenter the door rather early and immediately move to her side. He checks hervitals, muttering a soft ‘goodmorning’ in my general direction but leaving noroom to confuse his priority in any way.Viktor is friendly enough, especially given the circumstancesof our meeting and the admittedly awkward air between us as he has undoubtedlyrecognized my affections for her with little trouble. I am certain he isprotective over her much the same as a brother would be, seeing me to be dangerousand bad for her health – not that I can blame him… she is, after all, in hisclinic because I had come into her life…I can only hope that in time he can accept me, for I wouldhate a close friend of hers to view our relationship in a negative light. Itwould not dissuade me, nothing would, but it would make me much happier inknowing those who mattered most to her could see how deeply I care for her, andthe high regard in which I value everything about her.This leaves me to ponder, though somewhat reluctant to allowmy mind to focus on it too much, in reference to V’s confession. I do not wishto drive a wedge between them, and truly believe V to simply be confused… but Ido think a clarifying conversation will be necessary, perhaps after they havehad time to talk amongst each other first…Communication is key, no matter how uncomfortable it mayseem and how much I dread the thought of it.“Goro,” Viktor’s uneasy voice rips me from my thoughts,instantly drawing my attention to her, “Goro, I think she’s waking up.”“Did you not administer her medications?”“She’s healing well enough,” he checks over her vitals onthe screens before moving to lean over her slightly, “she didn’t need anymore.Figured she’d stay out a bit longer though… didn’t quite plan for her waking upthis soon.”“Is this a problem?” I unintentionally wring my hands,feeling uncomfortably useless.“Shouldn’t be,” he cups her face in his hands, rubbing hertemples slightly with his thumbs as if to coax her to wake fully, “might begood actually, could mean she’s further along than I thought.”Your POV:The light takes some adjusting again, starting off bright,hurting your eyes until it fades gradually to allow you to focus your senses.Vik’s face smiles down at you, his hands caressing alongyour cheeks as his thumbs rub gentle circles up and down your temples, easingthe ringing that scratches at the inside of your skull.“Hey, kid,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if knowingyour sensitivities.“Vik?” you manage to croak out, your throat almost hurtingas you barely speak at all.“I’m here, kid,” he glances to the side before meeting youreyes again, “your pal, Goro, is here too, never left your side actually.”Your lips turn up slightly, a small smile being all you canmuster with your strength slow to return, feeling a light squeeze along yourhand that must be Goro.It’s a little fuzzy, the course of the next few hours, butbits and pieces seem to register in your mind. Vik running a few tests, Gorolifting you in his arms, both of them helping you into a vehicle, being seatedbetween Vik and V as Goro drives, arriving at your home, the comfort of yourown bed…Grasping Goro’s hand before he could part, even in yourbarely coherent state, wanting him to stay with you and somehow managing a softgrin when he happily obliges.The peaceful sleep you’d been deprived of for so longfinally finding you as the cool fabric of your familiar sheets engulfs yourbody in a level of comfort yet to be matched.It’s good to be home…CH39 -- source link

More pics about