Scaramouche

"Y/N! Are you in here?!"

He sprang right off the floor, snow on his head and rosy cheeks from the continuous blizzard outside, and flung open the bathroom door, racing straight into the bathroom.

...

You

"Get out!"

You shouted as you shoved Scaramouche out of the restroom and slammed the door shut, making sure it was securely locked. When he walked in, he had a brief sight of a blood-splattered sink. He couldn't see you properly, but he saw your eyes were red and you looked terrible.

Scaramouche

"Y/N, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

He said, knocking on the door and rattling the locked doorknob.

You

"No- I'm fine! Gooo away!"

You coughed again, and this time it sounded far worse than the prior ones. He was relieved that you weren't gone, that you hadn't escaped. What was he thinking; he was fully aware that you could barely move a muscle. 

In your current state, you had no chance of surviving Snezhnaya's snowstorms.

The drugs also seemed to still be in effect from the way you sounded.

Scaramouche

"You know, I thought you ran away. I searched all over the place and didn't even think to check the bathroom... Heh, silly me."

You

"Heehee... Yes!... Siiilly you!"

You attempted to laugh it off, but it just made you cough at this point. Any movement you made had an impact on your throat, body, and heart. It was dreadful.

Scaramouche

"Y/N, are you sure you're fine? You don't sound fine."

You

"..."

Scaramouche assumed you were finally over your coughing fit since it ceased. He turned the lock with a coin, entered the room, and saw you lying on the bathroom floor, wheezing worse than ever.

Scaramouche

"Jeez! What happened?!"

Not only was the sink coated with blood as he remembered, but several bloody tissues filled the garbage can to the very top too. Not from your wounds, but from your mouth, your right hand was coated in blood. 

In short, the majority of the restroom was blood-stained.

You

"It's hard... To breathe..."

Scaramouche

"Yeah, no shit, you're wheezing like crazy."

You laughed weakly on the ground, as laughing it off wasn't working.

You

"Dottore... Got me reaaal good, hehe... I feel like dying."

Scaramouche

"... What?... Y/N, don't say dumb depressing stuff like that ."

You

"I reeeaaally think... That I am going to die. My chest hurts too much."

You coughed again, curling up even more into a ball as you lay on the floor.

Blood splattered from your mouth, staining the ground.

Scaramouche

"Y/N, you're staining my bathroom floor."

You

"Soooryyy..."

The wheezing worsened, and Scaramouche realized he should stop joking around.

Scaramouche

"Oh, god..."

You were squirming around when Scaramouche knelt on the bathroom floor and placed your upper body on his lap. The inability to breathe was terrifying, and you were growing light-headed, seeing odd yellow dots all around you. 

This was worse than the feeling you had when Dottore strangled you during one of your torture sessions, but it was similar.

Scaramouche

"Stop moving around."

You

"I can't..."

He placed his icy hand on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He made your head slowly fall backwards.

You

"Ow!..."

Scaramouche

"Shh... I'm trying to open up your airway."

...

"Okay, now breathe in."

You

"I can't fucking breathe!"

Scaramouche

"Shit... Is it not working?"

You couldn't control your body's movements, and if you tried to control them, something painful would inevitably happen. This seemed like a long, agonizing death. Despite this, you were still very much alive. 

You were literally sliding off Scaramouche's lap, but he would pull you right back on him, checking your pulse nearly every time he tried to free up your airway by tilting your head back.

With his hand on your chest, and the other on the back of your neck, he tried his best to let you breathe easily.

Scaramouche

"There we go... Just like that, in and out."

... pause 🤨

in and out 🤨

anyways 😘

Scaramouche

"Hold it- And now breathe out."

Because you were concentrating so hard, you stared into the ceiling light, which was definitely not the best option because it was giving you a killer headache. You and Scaramouche just spent a few minutes in the bathroom practicing breathing exercises together. 

It helped a little, at least you weren't wheezing as much anymore.

Scaramouche

*Sigh* "Breathe in... And..."

...

"Stop that."

He saw you had stopped performing the breathing exercises and were leaning your head on his waist. You started dozing off right there on the bathroom floor, on his lap.

Scaramouche

"So what, you can breathe now?"

You

"..."

Scaramouche

"What is it with your obsession with sleeping on me all the time?"

You didn't respond or listen to him; you simply moved closer and closer to him, eventually locking your arms around his waist again.

Scaramouche

"And then I'm always forced to carry you... All the damn time, heh."

With a modest grin on his face, he placed one of his hands on your head, caressing you so you could sleep easily.

He stopped smiling, appeared stunned for a second, and then looked insanely frustrated.

Scaramouche

"What am I doing?..."

He took his hands off of you when he realized he was becoming too comfortable on the ground. He had no clue he was bringing you closer to him, he hadn't realized or paid attention to his actions. He then tried to shake you awake.

Scaramouche

"Y/N, wake up. I need to clean your face and your hands, they're all bloody."

You

"Hm...?"

You used all of your energy to pull your upper body off Scaramouche's lap, and he gently pushed you off him. This made you sad and fatigued, but you knew it was disgusting to sleep with bloody hands and blood all over your face.

Scaramouche

"It's like four in the morning right now, in two hours I'm pretty sure that all the harbingers are gonna start acting around headquarters. So, that means I've gotta bring you back downstairs."

You

"Nooo..."

You complained as you leaned in front of the sink, half asleep, with soap in your hands. Scaramouche was cleaning your face with a damp towel that quickly got bloody as you were washing your hands.

Scaramouche

"Yeees Y/N, you know what happens if they find out I've been keeping you up here."

You

"You've been... Whaaat?"

Scaramouche

"Yes, I've been keeping you in my room for the past few hours, and we're both dead if any of the harbingers find out. Especially Dottore."

You

"No! Not Dottore!"

You said, dramatically.

Scaramouche

"Come on, we're done now."

He took your hand and dragged you out of the room, even though you didn't want to leave. The moment you stepped out of his room and into the corridor, you were struck by a chilly gust of wind that gave you instant goosebumps. 

You shook your head and withdrew your hand from Scaramouche's. You shuddered and embraced yourself, attempting to keep warm.

Scaramouche

"Tsk... Y/N listen, I know it's cold, but it'll be better when we get down there, okay? Now let's go."

You

"No, it's colder... Downstairs..."

Scaramouche

"I would give you that blanket that you're so attached to for some reason, but it's being washed right now thanks to Dottore and his stupid torture. You would not believe how much blood got soaked into it, it was crazy."

He approached you again and held your hand in his, taking you downstairs.