Skate on the melted ice /Chuuya x reader/

22. Ayo, She Is Asking You To Leave

A/N: I was not okay after writing this :")

Reader P. O. V

I just left this place, why the fuck am I here again?!

Crowds of doctors and patients tumbled under my vision as I pushed out my way through the hall.

Boulders dangled along my weak limbs, my legs too heavy for the speed I used them with to run down the hall.

I pushed through the pain until I latched onto a lock to the room where Nana was.

"NANA!" craoacked a burst of my voice like I burst into a room full of doctors.

The stench of worry secreted of their faces.

"Oh, hello there sweetie!" Nana waved at me.

She was white like a sheet.

Nava  waved from the bed, signaling  me to come near.

"Are you ok?! What happened?!" sprang from the fear building up in me.

I grasped her hand. It was losing warmth under the skin of my palm.

"Well I can't tell you with all these wag abounds hanging around y'know?"

"N-nana these people are trying to help you... Be nice"

Her brow arched "Oh hell no! They are trying to help my illness, not me. Hold on... "

Her moves were shallow as she slithered her hand out of mine.

"AYO DOCS! Yeah I'm talking to you! Could you leave please?"

One of the nurses came near us "Madam I don't think you understand, the situation is-"

"Oh, please I know I'm gonna die. But I lived a full life and this girl here is yet to live her's and she only deserves the best one. Let me give some wise words and have some time with her!"

The nurse blinked in shock.

My Nana sure does make you listen.

"What you gawking at? Shoo!"

The nurse pulled back from the bed, retreating from the room pulling along the doctors.

"Finally!"

Nana then tried to lay back down. A poisonous hiss slitheting through her teeth.

"Now my Little one I-"

Her doe brown eyes widened as she saw me.

The bitterst of cries coming out of my strained throat.

"Oh, my little dove, don't cry. Please stop... Oh come here!"

She pulled me into a hug. I could feel the warmth leaving her.

"I don't want you to die! I need you Nana, I'm lost. I don't know what to do, I still need you. Please!"

My voice was fog of despair and sting of salt from my crying.

"Who else in this world will love me?!"

My arms held the little plump of Nana's body tighter.

I was shaking weakly against her.

"I don't want to be alone... I'm scared... "

Her weak hands held my cheeks.

"Don't cry. For the love of God Y/N, you will give yourslef a headache! Now listen here"

She breathed shallowly "This old rusty body will die, but do you think your Nana is such a week character to die along with it? Hell no!"

That caramel voice rasped into a bloody cough.

"I'm gonna bother you as a ghost soo much you won't even notice I'm gone! And God or who ever is floating in the air is gonna meet their doom when they see me!"

Her giggles triggered mine. Although tears were not stopping.

"Gramps will love you and that short boy of your's will as well, and if you ever feel a pinch of the wind or the sun on your cheek... That's me loving you too"

Midst her soft expression she slapped her forehead.

"Oh and I'm leaving you my gun as well. It's under my bed in a shoe box. Please take it, I need my baby girl safe!"

I slam into a hug again "Stop this, you aren't gonna die. I'm not gonna let you!"

Her fingers carresed my hair. How will I ever let go of her softness?

"I won't let you cry. I love you too much to bear it... "

I stayed like that. Unwilling to let her go.

Letting go meant never feeling her embrace. Her light warmth again.

Though it was slowly fading from me.

"I'm sorry Miss... But you have to leave"

The doctor was back and these words were said with tender sterness.

I look into Nana's eyes. She noded.

My wobbly legs carried me to the doors then Nana yelled:

"Remember, the gun is under the bed!"

I smiled and noded.

- || -

I fell asleep on the bench in the hall I got woken up by a shake on the shoulder.

"Miss?"

Lighting struck me when I heared the doctor's voice.

I got up.

"Y-Yeah?!"

"Miss please wake up..."

So I did.

"Is-... She..."

"She died.... "

I began to shake "W-when?"

Some papers got handed to me "About an hour ago"

"Oh..."

I sat back on the bench.

"My condolences... We-"

"Thank you... Could you... Could you leave me for a bit?"

She noded and left.

I was alone.

My Nana died and I am now alone.

She wasn't my real grandma so I wasn't going to cry over lost connection to blood.

She was my hero, my true friend.

No blood line or gene could ever change that.

For my friend, my guide who harbored the person on this bench through her life... I was willing to cry until I broke into shatters.

"Remember the gun is under the bed!"

A chuckle sizzled through the taste of tears on the skin of my lip "I will remembre Nana, trust me... I will. "