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You

"Agh!"

You wailed out in pain as Thoma pressed down on your wound, the searing agony radiating through your body insanely.

You

"No! No more!"

Thoma

"I'm sorry Y/N!"

Your sobs grew louder and more desperate, tears streaming down your face as you clutched his wrist with all your remaining strength. Your fingers dug into his skin, nails pressing hard as you pleaded for him to release the pressure. 

The intense pain, mingled with your raw cries and the look of helplessness in your eyes, painted a heartbreaking scene. Your voice was a desperate plea, breaking with every sob, the words nearly incoherent as you begged for relief from the torment.

The pain was excruciating, searing through your body with every press of Thoma's hands. Yet, even as you wailed and sobbed, clutching his wrist in a desperate plea for relief, a deeper agony gnawed at your heart. 

This physical torment paled in comparison to the day he betrayed you, turning you in and collecting your bounty. The memory of that betrayal cut deeper than any wound, the emotional scars far more painful than the physical ones you now endured.

Thoma

"Oh, fuck..."

Thoma cursed under his breath as he noticed the blood soaking through the cloth he was using to staunch your wound. His heart pounded in his chest in freight. In a panic, he yanked off his own shirt and pressed it against the injury, trying to stem the relentless flow of blood. 

His hands trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to keep his composure. 

You were utterly bewildered, unable to comprehend what was happening to your body. The pain was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, its intensity overwhelming and inexplicable. 

Despite your immortality, this injury felt different, more agonizing than any wound before. You couldn't understand why it hurt so much, why it felt as if your very soul was being torn apart. The confusion only added to your distress.

You were in true pain.

Thoma

"It's okay, Y/N, I'm right here!"

"L-Listen to me, Y/N-"

Thoma's voice wavered, each word a struggle as he tried to keep his cool amidst the chaos. His hands continued to shake as he worked to apply pressure to your wound, his eyes filled with pure fear.

Thoma

"J-Just... just hold on, okay? I'm g-gonna fix this, I swear," 

He stuttered, his tone frantic. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to steady his hands. 

Thoma

"You need to stay still, I need to—" 

His voice cracked as he attempted to calm you, his eyes darting between your pained expression and the increasingly soaked shirt in his hands.

You

"I can't stay fucking still, it hurts!"

Thoma

"Please, just... just breathe, alright? I know it hurts, but I need you to stay with me," 

He pleaded, his words trembling as he tried to provide some semblance of comfort amidst the overwhelming situation.

You

"It's hot... so... so hot..."

"Ugh... Thoma..."

Thoma placed a hand gently on your forehead to check your temperature. The heat radiating from your skin was alarming, a wave of fever that made his heart race. You were burning up, and the intensity of your fever was unmistakable.

Thoma

"Holy shit, holy shit..."

Thoma talked to himself as panic began to overtake him, his voice trembling with uncertainty. He had no idea what to do.

Thoma

"Think, Thoma... think..."

You continued to sob uncontrollably, your breathing erratic and laboured. Thoma's eyes darted frantically around the room, desperately searching for anything that might help. 

When he looked back at you, he was horrified to see your veins becoming visible beneath your skin. The sight was both terrifying and unexpected, leaving Thoma completely at a loss for what to do.

You

"Agh!" *Sob*

Thoma

"Sh-shhh... just quiet down, Y/N..."

He whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his own uncertainty.

His words came out in a stuttering jumble, shattered by the intensity of the situation. Thoma's hand trembled as he reached out, gently cupping the side of your face. The warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the cold sweat on your skin. 

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, his eyes desperately trying to convey a sense of calmness that he didn't feel.

Thoma

"Y/N, listen to me..."

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"This is gonna-"

You

"It's burning!"

Thoma

"I-I know, Y/N, but-"

You

"Make it stop! Please!"

Thoma

"I-I'm sorry... come on, just hold on a little longer..."

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"I'm gonna bring you somewhere."

Thoma tried his very best to keep you still, but the intensity of your pain made it impossible. Your body writhed uncontrollably, every nerve ending seemingly on fire. Cramping, stinging, burning—it was true agony, each sensation blending into an overwhelming torrent of suffering. Drool and snot mixed with the pure tears streaming down your face, and blood poured from your torso in a never-ending stream.

Despite your immortality, the pain made you feel as if death was imminent. Thoma, in a state of sheer panic, grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped it tightly around your waist. The pressure only intensified the pain, and your wails grew louder, echoing through the Kamisato residence. You screamed so loudly that it seemed inevitable that someone—police, neighbours, anyone—would come to investigate the source of the noise.

Desperation etched on his face, Thoma wrapped you in one of his cloaks, securing it around your trembling body. Without a second thought, he burst through the door, carrying you in his arms. His heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the streets, your cries piercing the night air.

Ayaka

"... Thoma?!"

Thoma ran right past Ayaka, who was just returning home from dropping off Ayato at physiotherapy. He moved so quickly that she didn't even realize you were in his arms. It wasn't until she stepped inside the living room that the full extent of the chaos hit her. Blood was smeared across the couch, utensils were scattered haphazardly across the floor, and the air was thick.

Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the bloody mess. Confusion clouded her mind as she pieced together the scene before her. Had you caused this? Her thoughts raced as she connected the dots, a sense of dread settling in. Without wasting another moment, she bolted out the door, her heart pounding as she sprinted after Thoma, her mind racing with questions and fears.