Archive of Our Own

Summary:

It takes a few moments before you hear someone approaching you, leaves crunching under its boots. You feel them kneel beside you, slowly moving the restrains. You're supposing that they're loosening them, or doing something, but you just look at the floor, where the body once was. Blood decorating the forest floor. You're unable to rip your eyes away from the spot. Even as this mystery person unties your legs from your arms.

You can feel the soreness and rope burns from being held is such an awkward position for so long. You can feel your wounds more clearly now, crying in pain, begging to be attended to, but you stay in the same uncomfortable position, zoning out. You begin to dissociate from the situation quickly, blinking occasionally was the only thing you can do.

You feel yourself being lifted bridal style, and your head finally turns to meet your rescuer. Maybe it was the shock of it all, or your dissociative mind, but when you see the mouth guard, and the goggles, all you can do is say "Hey Toby." In a raspy and grading voice, gently resting your head into his shoulder. He pauses for a moment, and twitches hard. "H-Hi (y/n)." He greets before walking off with you in his arms.