Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 110

EVERYTHING HURT TOO much — it was the last thing she remembered, before her body seized her out cold.

Y/N remembered the feeling of burning crawling all over and under her skin; and the feeling of pounding in her head while visions of what must be done repetitively flashed in her sleep. She didn't appreciate being called so rudely amidst it all.

It played out before her closed eyes as though she was watching a drive-in film from the passenger seat, convincing her that every pivotal moment shown had seamlessly connected on their own, without a trace of the actual painstaking process. It was time — she was aware.

Being unconscious made it easier for her to accept that, seeing as the vision made it seem far less complicated. Contrarily, she cannot say her stance remained the same by the time she'd regained her consciousness.

She woke up with anxiety immediately stomping on her chest, along with fear striking her once again. Unlike when she was out cold, she no longer accepted that the time has come with determination, but with dread and reluctance. Indeed, she saw how it happens and how it ends, but how do we get there?

Where do I begin?

Y/N hated herself for divulging she was about to recklessly jump in without even a step of a plan. She perceived the vision being redundant, now that she's established zero ideas of making them come true.

Her thoughts swirled to the point of letting her disoriented instincts take over, realizing that she's been lying unconscious on Diego and Lila's couch this whole time. She let out a low groan, as if she'd just woken up from a nap. Subsequently, it called to Five's attention that she was awake.

Frantic, he sprung from the floor and made his way right next to her. "Y/N," he exhaled worryingly, grabbing her by the hand while the other wiped the blood tears off her cheeks.

"What happened?" Y/N rasped. She wondered why the whole living room was suddenly dim. Their only sources of light were clusters of candles and the dusk sky.

"You passed out after a seizure," Claire answered. It turns out, she, along with Lila's family surrounded her with concern painted all over their faces, while the kids cautiously hid behind them.

Y/N sat up, as carefully as Five advised her so to not suffer from a head rush, when it was really the marks on her body that made it painful to get up. Her eyes trailed up to the ceiling, realizing that the lights had been busted. It didn't take long for her to understand why the children were hiding behind their grandparents. She caused it; and it must've been such a messy scene.

She made her way toward them and stopped at a reasonable distance. "I'm sorry," she gently uttered to Diego's in-laws with a clenched heart.

She then crouched down at the kids' level and uttered an apology again, "I'm sorry." She tried her best to explain herself in a way that they could understand, "Auntie just had a bad dream and she had to dance it away silly."

It was evidently an understatement. Fortunately, her awkward dance moves that followed up her reasons made it suffice. She softly smiled as they giggled to the brief moment of her weird.

By then, she stood up with a sigh. She still felt woozy, although she could see clearly that they were all wearing their coats, ready to leave; and a few of them had already left.

Confused, she turned to Five, who was the only one present from her immediate family. "Where are the others?" She wondered aloud.

A frown returned to Number Five's face while he tugged on his hair behind his head with a huff. Obviously, he knew she wasn't going to like what she'll hear.