My Precious Lupical- Razor x Reader

The Smell of Blood

Early in the morning, when the dawn first broke, Kaeya came back to the cave. Neither you nor Razor were awake, both sleeping on your respective sheepskins, so he left the surgery tools in front of the hurt wolf, who was sleeping as well. He had cuts under the chain, and when you had taken the chain off, you had cleaned the cuts as well as possible with warm water. Now he felt a bit more comfortable, and he could sleep peacefully. His breathing was uneven though, a sign that he was still in pain.

Kaeya gave the hurt wolf a small pat on the head, not waking him up. Then he took out a gray blanket and spread it over you. However, unlike the wolf, his touch woke you up, and also made you think you were being attacked. Without taking a moment to look, you blindly punched ahead of you. Your fist connected with his cheek, and he jumped back, raising his fists up in defense. When you saw that you had hit him, you cried out in panic and apologized profusely about fifteen times, until he finally smiled and accepted it.

"I brought the surgery tools. They're right next to you," he said, pointing at the tools that were neatly nestled in a basket that had a soft calico blanket over it. You took the blanket off and took stock of all the tools, making sure that all the ones you needed were there. After you confirmed that they were all there, you placed the blanket over Razor's body, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead before saying goodbye to Kaeya and beginning the surgery.

The first step was to disinfect the area that was going to be cut open. That turned out to be easier said than done. When you applied the cold painkiller cream, the wolf's eyes shot open and he bit you on the hand. So you had to use some of the painkiller cream on your bite, and clean it up fast, so that no germs would enter it. But, after you proved to the wolf that you were his ally, and were trying to help him, he rolled over onto his back and exposed his hurt area to you, so that it was easier for you to spread the cream and pour the alcohol- a rather tasty looking vodka, a pity it was being wasted- over the wound.

Then, the second part was to mark where the incisions were going. The metal piece itself was a pretty good marker, but it bent in some places, and at the end, it broke into two pieces. You weren't going to cut to the end, because then you would have to cut the wolf's entire stomach open. So you marked from the beginning of the metal piece to about an inch away from the end of it, and then you took the scalpel and began the incision.

Despite the generous amount of painkilling balm you had spread on the wound, it still hurt like hell for the wolf to get his stomach cut open. As the blood began to appear in small ruby drops, and the scalpel smoothly moved down the skin until it reached the end, the wolf began to writhe, smacking his thick tail against the dirty ground and bringing up dust into the wound.

"Stop it, please! You'll dirty the wound and make yourself get an infection!" you cried out, trying not to slip with the scalpel as you put it back into the basket.

The wolf didn't know what an infection was, and he didn't know that he was potentially hurting himself. All he knew was that he was in pain, and he was angry. He tried to bite your hand again, but you moved it away, making him strain his neck and making him angrier.

You sighed, and felt tears come to your eyes. You truly, truly felt bad for this poor animal. All he knew was pain at this moment, and he wanted to make it stop. He didn't know that you were, in essence, hurting him to make him feel better. He thought that you were trying to kill him. So he was striking out in response. Poor boy.

Anyways, it was time to move on to the messiest step. You really wished you had gloves for this.

With a sigh, you sunk your hands into the incision, feeling around until your fingers touched metal. Then you pulled the metal pieces out. You did this for every piece, until the end of the incision. When you were done, you removed your hands from the wound, and grabbed a needle and thread, with the intention of sewing the incision up.

But then Razor woke up, and everything got flipped over on its metaphorical head.

"Razor smells blood!" he cried out.

When he noticed that you had blood on your hands and that the wolf's stomach had been cut, he connected the dots rather poorly, and he started to lunge at you.

"No! I'm trying to help him! Look, I removed the metal from his wound!" you said, holding up the bloody pieces of bent metal that had been visible underneath the wolf's stomach.

Razor paused in his lunge and then fell to the ground with a huge sigh.

"Razor... is... a fool," he moaned. "Sorry."

You gave him a smile and another kiss- jeez, you were full of love today- and proceeded to sew up the incision. Then you made another, smaller incision in the location where the two broken apart metal pieces were, took them out, and sewed the wound up.

After everything was sewed up, you put more disinfectant on it, then bandaged it all up neatly.

"There. Hopefully he feels better now," you said. "I dare say I did a good job. What do you think, Razor?"

After you got no response for a while, you turned around and said, "...Razor?"

You gasped and leapt up to your feet, your heart beating fast.

Somehow, in the matter of the minute it took you to make the incision, sew it up, disinfect it and bandage it, Razor had left the cave.

You wondered if it was because of the blunder he had made, when he had nearly attacked you because he thought you had hurt his fellow wolf. It probably was.

You rushed outside the cave, calling his name, and getting no response.

About to head back into the cave, you heard something that made you whip back around. You immediately regretted that, though.

Lying in front of you, between two armed hilichurls with shields, the bloodied and torn body of Razor was unmoving on the ground!

Crying out his name, you dived forward, fists raised, not thinking for a moment how foolish you were, charging at two armed enemies without any weapons.

You might die. You might live.

The only thing in your mind's eye right now was the image of Razor's lovely body, lying brutalized on the ground.

No matter if you died or lived, you would crush these foolish creatures!

For Razor!