(Y/n) POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Home sweet hell."
Heisenberg says, opening the factory doors, we walk in and i immediately relax at the warmth inside.
"Feels nice.."
I mumble, going to cross my arms, but the forgotten burn on my arm surprises me, making me jolt.
"Oh yeah, we need to fix that."
Heisenberg says, motioning me to follow him.
"What do you mean by 'fix'?"
I ask.
"Disinfecting and wrapping it up."
Heisenberg says.
We get into the elevator and press the button, it quickly leads us to the floor of the room he tested my blood in.
"There's probably bandages in here."
Heisenberg says, walking out of the elevator and towards the door.
The two of us go into the room, i sit down on the chair next to his desk while he walks off to the objects scattered around shelves and drawers, i sit my backpack and Ben's bag down, searching through them.
Inside Ben's bag is still the food we found, although the bread is soaking wet from the water...the cheese is moldy as well, the food we got is completely inedible now.
"Fuck.."
I mumble, tracing my good hand over my stomache, its been a day or so without eating..man, im starved.
"Found some wraps, also some whiskey..i think we can use that for antiseptic."
Heisenberg says. Walking back to me, he sits the wraps and alcohol on the desk next to me.
"Alright, this is probably gonna hurt..a lot, just don't move around or it'll be worse."
Heisenberg says, tearing off what's left of the mangled cloth on my burnt arm and grabbing the whiskey.
"Hold my breath and count to ten..."
I mumble.
Heisenberg unscrews the whiskey and pours it on my arm, an unbelievable pain spreads from everywhere it touches, i just wince and try to ignore it. once the pain settles, i decide to speak, so i can get my mind of the remaining pain.
"Do you have any food? The stuff i had is rotten."
I say, Heisenberg rips a piece of the wraps off and uses it to spread the alcohol around my arm.
"Maybe, you're welcome to search around for any once this is done."
Heisenberg says, putting the alcohol and wrap piece down, he grabs the rest of the wraps and starts to put them around my arm.
"How would you not know if you have food..? Don't you need to eat?"
I ask.
"Not really, i can eat, but its like putting a shirt on over a sweater, i don't need it, but i can definitely do it."
Heisenberg explains.
"Hm...that's kinda useful."
I say.
"Yep, no problems with hunger while im screwing around with my projects."
Heisenberg says, pulling the wraps and tying them, he used all of it.
"There, your arms fine."
Heisenberg says, backing away from me, i get up and look at the wrapped arm, smiling to myself, this is better work than what i did with my arm when the plane crashed.
"Thanks, I'm gonna look for food."
I say, turning back and walking off, he quickly grabs my wrist and pulls me back.
"What??"
I ask, slightly pissed at the sudden jerk back.
"You're not getting out yet, your back was fucked up too."
Heisenberg says, i remember the explosion...i forgot about that, i didn't feel anything on my back in the numbing cold.
"Fine.."
I groan, sitting back down.
"Nope, get up, i cant wrap your back if You're sitting."
Heisenberg says, i sigh and stand back up, he grabs the whiskey and sniffs it, before walking behind me.
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