Volatile (Silco x Reader)

P7: Recovering and Healing Through Time

info: eek! this chapter is the penultimate one ;P dreading writing part 8 because I really don't know how to end this and hoping u all like it ;-; stress stress.
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This night was peaceful, and despite the aches in your joints and more bruised areas, you slept well. When you woke, blinking and rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes, you took in your surroundings. This wasn't your home- or any place you really recognised. The room was small, and thoroughly cleaned, the ceiling sloping down the sides indicating it was right under the roof. Only your large bed could fit in here, along with a bedside cabinet. The window was high enough to shed actual beams of white sunlight inside but there were no overhead lights- only a few candles near your bedside, along with a box of matches. 

Sitting up was more painful than it should have been. Even being as slow and careful as you could possibly be, pain shot through your body, intensifying a headache that seemed to haunt you since you first woke last night. Weakly, you tilted your head, eyeing the side of the room you hadn't been able to look at yet, and you discovered more minimal furniture- another bedside cabinet and a chair. It didn't look like something you could sit in for long periods of time without getting uncomfortable, considering the straight back and wooden form, but what surprised you more was the sight of Silco's black and red coat draped over the back. He must be nearby. Glancing back to your side, you noticed a cigar cutter along with an ashtray piled with finished cigar ends, and a shiny lighter glowing in the warm light of the candles nearby. Gazing upwards, you saw no lingering smoke. The only sign of it was through smell, but you guessed by the way it intensified when you turned to the jacket it was coming from there. 

Your most severe injury was a concussion. From what you remembered of your short conversation last night, Silco had brought you to 'The Scientist' from the underwater lab he had taken you to a while ago. He was the one who cleaned and bandaged you. From the window though, you could tell you were no longer underwater. Just... somewhere else. Your hand touched the course material wrapping around your head, a thick gauze at the back from where it had been bashed into a wall. That's where your headache was strongest. Silco had also mentioned it had been almost two weeks since the incident that had caused your extensive injuries, and wouldn't give you more details, begging you to rest and talk to him in the morning,

"You're awake," Your head moved too quick, drawn to the noise coming from the door, shooting pain through your skull and causing you to hiss, "Ah, my apologies," His voice was soft as you barely heard his footsteps approach you, sitting in the chair beside, indicated by a creek, watching you worriedly. 

"It's fine... My head... It just hurts. A lot," You managed to wince out through gritted teeth,

"Concussions are severe injuries, obviously they'll hurt," he said,

"That's very helpful, Silco," You said sarcastically, taking some pills he had given you, and swallowing them with the glass of water he handed you. Eagerly, you finished the glass, taking a few deep breaths once you finished it. His colder fingers gently brushed against yours as he took it, and set it on the bedside table, "Thanks," He only nodded,

"I spoke with the scientist. He asked me to make sure you still had your memories," He said, eyes darting over your face. You smiled,

"Are you here to quiz me?"

"In a way," He said, the corners of his lips lifting slightly, "Where do you keep the knife I gave you?

"In the draw next to my bed. It's wrapped in the cloth you snagged and wrapped it in too. I kept everything you gave me," You spoke, "The tools, the lighter-"