An Unlikely Savior Geo/Reader
Synopsis: When in a moment of peril, a surprising individual comes to your rescue.
Warnings: Blood and Injury
Words: 1602
Notes: Had this idea on my mind for a while, and finally conjured up the willpower and strength to write it all down last night. Enjoy!
It had been just your luck, getting jumped by a group of guys while just trying to walk home from school. You were unaware of their motive, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary for bad things to happen on the streets of this town, especially at night. You were lucky to escape from the men; getting a couple of good hits on them before running as fast as your legs could take you.
Unfortunately, you didn’t escape unharmed, as one of the men had been armed with a pocket knife, which he buried nearly to the hilt into your upper arm. The wound left you bleeding profusely, leaving a trail of blood behind as you limped through a dark and secluded alleyway.
The extensive loss of blood made your head dizzy and every muscle in your body ache. Your breathing had become irregular and heavy; growing more and more exhausted as you pushed yourself to keep going further; hopefully putting some distance between you and the men. With any luck, the men would give up their assault on you and move on to the next unlucky victim, but you knew luck wasn’t always on your side.
After putting what seemed to be a good enough amount of distance between you and your pursuers, your legs gave out from underneath you; forcing you to the ground in utter exhaustion. You managed to crawl to the wall of the alleyway and lean your back against it; your hand clutching tightly onto your gaping wound in an attempt to slow the rapid bleeding. You were on the verge of losing consciousness, which would put you at great risk considering you were bleeding out and had no idea where you were at the moment.
At the very worst, you could succumb to your injury and die in the middle of this alleyway if you didn’t get the help you needed. But, considering you were alone and no one knew of your location, it was safe to say you were screwed.
You were leaning your head back against the coolness of the wall, steadying your breathing as best you could, fighting against the strong wave of lightheadedness that severely threatened your state of consciousness.
Even in your weakened state, you could make out the sounds of quiet footsteps making their way toward where you were sitting. The men must have followed the trail of blood leading right to you. You couldn’t move in this state, never mind fight. You had no other options, but to give up and endure whatever the men had in store for you; at least you would probably be unconscious for whatever they did.
Your heart raced as the footsteps got closer to you. You close your eyes, expecting the worst. Instead, a familiar voice speaks in disbelief, “What the hell?” followed by the sudden rustle of clothing.
There was a sudden tightness on your wounded arm that made you wince. Tiredly, you opened your eyes to witness what was happening. With blurred vision, you can make out a figure in front of you; even as your vision begins to clear, you don’t believe the sight in front of you.
Geo kneeled in front of you; dressed in a black long-sleeved turtleneck… but not with his usual purple hoodie. He was focused on your wounded arm, urgently tightening whatever he had wrapped around it to stop you from losing any more blood.
“Geo…?” You tried to mutter out. Maybe you had already passed out and this was all just some kind of weird dream you were having.
“What the hell happened to you?!!” He cuts you off abruptly; his voice sounds panicked rather than his usual cold and stoic nature.
“Walking home… attacked…had to…runaway.” You struggle to speak, as your head pounds in pain. It felt like the whole world had been spinning around you, making it extremely hard for you to focus on anything.
“Shit…” He cursed, examining you for any other injuries that you may have. Taking notice of your distracted gaze, he puts his hands on both sides of your head, gently holding it; trying to redirect your gaze to him.
Once your eyes meet, He speaks softly; voice barely above a whisper, “I’m going to get you help, but you have to stay awake, okay?” It was oddly bizarre to hear his voice speak to you in such a manner; it made you wonder if this was actually Geo who was in front of you and not some angel in disguise.
You nod, keeping your eyes locked on his piercing greenish-blue ones… Had his eyes always been so enchanting? You never fully had the chance to admire them before, and what's a better time than when you're on the possible verge of death?
You felt yourself get lifted off the ground into a pair of arms that held you like a piece of fragile glass. Geo had picked you up bridal-style and had begun to walk toward one of the openings of the alleyway. His eyes would shift from you from time to time, making sure you were still somewhat awake and alert, but most of all alive.
Your arm had gone completely numb. It felt as though it seized to exist on your being. Looking over at your injured arm, you notice a familiar purple fabric has been used as a bandage for your arm. The fabric is that of Geo’s hoodie, which he usually wore on a daily. A part of you felt guilty for having to be the reason the hoodie would be soiled in blood, and ultimately ruined… Maybe after this was all over, you would buy him a new one as a thank-you gift for everything.
Geo had left the alleyway, making haste toward what you assumed to be his car…given how pricey it looked. He opened the passenger-side door, gently setting you down on the seat, before carefully strapping you in. He quickly enters through the driver's side door, turning on the car as he does so. It doesn’t take long before the car is set into motion and makes its way towards the nearest hospital.
Resting your head against the window. You settle for staring at the scenery as the car drives by it. You were exhausted, but you intended to keep your promise to Geo to stay awake; regardless of how hard it was.
With his eyes focused on the road, Geo spoke out to you, “You’re not walking home alone anymore. Either I'll walk with you or I’ll drive you home, but I can’t let you walk by yourself anymore… not after this.” He sounded like a mom scolding her child, but there was meaning behind his words. Maybe he was more caring than he led people to believe with his usual icy demeanor… or maybe it was only toward you.
You muster out an airy “Okay…” in response, a weak smile on your face. It felt nice to know someone cared and would go out there way to ensure your safety
The car ride wasn’t long, as a local hospital came into view. Geo parked his vehicle, exiting it to walk over to the passenger-side door to pick you up once again. He was quick to start walking toward the entrance of the hospital.
While he walks with you held tightly in his arms, you speak, “Geo?”
He shifts his gaze to you, “What?” His tone returned to its usual bluntness.
“If I die…tell my mother… I loved her…” You meant it as a joke, but it couldn’t hurt to take precautions, right?
You’re surprised when Geo lets out a slight snicker; something you never thought you’d hear before. Now, you definitely thought you were starting to hallucinate, that, or fate was playing a sick trick on you.
“You’re an idiot…” He looks down at you tenderly, a hint of a smile lingering on his face. It was unnatural for you to see him do such things, but it was a welcome sight nonetheless. At least you could die knowing you were able to see the rarity that was Geo’s smile; something that even Deryl couldn’t even imagine coming from the stoic male.
No more words are said, as he makes his way through the hospital doors, instantly grabbing the attention of a nearby nurse who had been walking by. One of the nearby male nurses came quickly to take you from Geo’s arms, which Geo allowed with much hesitation.
Something stirred in Geo once your warmth left his arms, leaving them to feel cold and empty. He could only watch as you were rushed into an emergency room, to begin an operation on your wound as soon as possible. Geo thought he’d just head home for the night and come check on you come tomorrow morning. But his legs had their own idea as they walked him toward one of the many chairs in the waiting area, where he sat in wait.
Geo never made it home that night. Sitting in the waiting room for hours waiting for something–anything that would let him know that you were going to be alright. Perhaps he stayed due to the guilt of not being able to find you sooner, or maybe he stayed for his own personal reasons which he held close to his heart.
Whatever the reason, one thing was for certain. He would remain in the frigidness of the hospital, for however long the operation took. All he knew, was that he couldn’t leave until he had seen you safe and smiling at him with that angelic smile of yours once again.
End Notes: May or may not make a second part of this short story. But, Sol is going to be next once I think of a good prompt, so he will be my top priority for a hot minute. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed it!
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