my obsession [ isaac foster x reader ]

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Me and Zack sat on the ground as we rode the slow-moving elevator. Zack sat there because he was hurt. I sat there to face him.

The elevator finally arrived on floor called B2.

"We're here" I exclaimed full of energy, trying to cheer Zack up.

Zack wasn't moving.

"Zack?"

I was about to touch his shoulder when he fainted away. He was laying in a pool of his own blood.

Oh no.

He can't die now!

I dragged him out of the elevator, leaving a trail of blood behind him.. I softly leaned him against a wall. There were candles lightening the area.

"Zack, please wake up" I cupped his cheek.

"Y/n... I'm awake" he grunted as he breathed heavily.

"Thank goodness"

"Are we on the next floor?"

"Yes"

"Well then, let's get this over augh-" he tried to stand up which caused his stomach bleed more.

"No! Please, don't move" I immediately stopped him "I'm going to stitch up your wound"

"No" he spat.

"What?"

"I said no"

"Please, trust me. It won't hurt" I placed my hand on his as I looked him in the eyes. He stared at our hands.

"Fine" he gave up and snatched his hand away from mine.

That was awkward.

"Thank you" I smiled softly.

He was in pretty bad shape from his self-inflicted wound, so I began treating his injury with the first aid kit I 'borrowed' from Cathy's floor.

I rubbed anti-septics thoroughly on my hands and up my arms, hopefully preventing any infection.

I downed a pair of surgical gloves. I picked up a bottle that read 'Hemostat', and poured it on a gauze pad.

Zack hissed out a sigh "Why the hell do I have to let you patch me up?"

"Would you rather die? Let me help you" I said and kept doing my job.

Zack had reluctantly removed his blood stained hoodie and unwrapped the dirty bandages from his lower abdomen.

My eyes widened.

He was all burned.

I took the gauze pad and palpated the incision site.

He flinched, but surprisingly gave no complaints.

There was no way he was going to give me the satisfaction of showing his weak state.

Once that was done, I opened a small, sterile surgical kit. Inside were a few sharp hooks, a pair of tweezers, some scissors, and different spools of thread.

I chose the appropriate materials and went to work.

"It's just a stupid scratch, I'm fine- Gah! What the hell?! Quit stabbing me!"

"It's not just a stupid scratch. You literally cut yourself open" I said.

"Tsk. Ouch! I said quit stabbing me!" he winced in pain.