All Stitched Up (Male reader x Arcane)

Double Agent Pt. 2

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"Oh dear. What happened to your face?" Pop asked, running his thumb along the cut on my cheek.

"It's nothing to serious. Just this little guy." You said, your arms starting to purr once again. "It took a little cohering to get him here, but I did it." You crouched to the floor, and let the hairless cat prance around the room.

The doctor's eyes scanned me head to toe. "What's that in your pocket?" God damn it! Why is he always so good with finding my stuff out! Okay... now I need a good lie...

"That's quite the story, actually. I was topside when it happened. I heard this crazy explosion off in the distance. Those giant horns started blaring, and in the confusion, I snagged this off a guy."

"I thought it was some fancy mirror, but it seems like so much more!" You held out the strange invention to Pop, which he gracefully took. The glass screen lit up when he touched it , and a small smile was painted on his lips.

"This is very interesting. We must go over it later." Pop said, stuffing the weird device in his pocket. "Now, what the heck were you doing in topside?" Uh oh...

"I was looking for that little guy!" you said, pointing to the cat circling Deckard's leg. I literally just found that thing right outside...

"What happened to your other clothes?" Shit. Shit. I had to throw those out so Deckard didn't suspect anything... god dammit.

"I... just changed before I got here! I was feeling a little stuffy." You looked down quickly at your new outfit. Instead of the turtleneck and sweatpants you were wearing, you now had a loose black tank top with dirtied jeans. 

"The kids! It was there fault. There were five of them; the explosion in the upper city!" Deckard, who had been gasping to speak for some time now finally replied to the man sitting in the back of the room. He was leaned back in the chair; and held an intricate needle in his hands. A yellow vile on a desk near him barely illuminated his features; but his orange eye could be seen from anywhere.

"Vander's in trouble..." Silco said slowly. walking up to Deckard. "Do you have any idea who this fifth one is?" Uh oh...

"No!" Deckard gasped, still struggling to speak. "Damn coward wore a hood the whole time!" Silco only stared at the boy before dismissing him.

"This fifth one does not matter. Smartest thing you've ever said, though, boy... Doctor's kid." You looked over to Silco, who stared straight back. "Get him fixed up before he gets his meal."

The blocker was finally released from Deckard's neck, and he took in a large inhale of breath. The goonies went away, and you moved his chair to a corner away from Pop and Silco. He sat down with a grunt, before you ran over to one of the shelves and grabbed your tiny medical bag. You pulled up a stool, and began inspection.

"Injuries to the neck and face..." you murmured, carefully dragging your finger over the purpled spots on Deckard. "Busted lip, your forehead is cut here... are you having trouble breathing?"

"Just a little..." Deckard wheezed. You asked him to life the side of his shirts which revealed a nasty set of bruises on his ribs and stomach.

"Alrighty. I's nothing too bad; you're just gonna need a lot of rest after this. You opened the clasp on your bag and rummaged through until you found antiseptic and a bunch of cotton balls. You shook the small bottle around, before opening the cap and pouring a small amount onto the cotton ball.

You fingers moved steady and slowly over his face, dabbing at at open cuts. You could hear the sharp intake of breath every time the antiseptic would touch him, so you tried to start a conversation.