Marvel Oneshots

Hands of a Healer pt. 1 🧠

The light was dim but the shuffling and small chatters of the family could be heard. I squeezed my eyes closed, letting out sleepy whimpers. The chatter quieted, and a soft hand could be felt pulling a soft blanket over my shoulder.

I shifted just slightly before groggily opening my eyes again. My vision trailed over the outlines of my friends.

"Can you hear me?"

I groaned and went to close my eyes again, someone whispered, "Does that mean yes?"

I went to pull the blankets tighter and whimpered, not making my fingers bend more than the first knuckle. I opened my eyes again, this time with tears starting to brim at the sudden pain. Too tired to try and hide the growing painful burn.

"Can you hear me, my love?"

My mumbles of response were completely undecipherable nonsense, my head felt fuzzy with each growing minute.

"Okay, if you can hear me, can you just curl your toes? You can go back to sleep soon."

I curled my toes, looking around my room with clearer eyes. All of them were around me, even him. I shook my head as we locked eyes, and despite how desperately I longed to be safe, I was more worried that they would find out.

"Good. That's good. We will let you sleep, okay?"

I nodded, feeling Druig lovingly rub his hand on my shin. He's sitting by my thigh, looking up the bed to me.

I looked out at the rest of them, Ajak, Sprite, Cerci, Phastos, Gilgamesh, Thena, and... Icarus. My face must've given me away because Ajak consoled, "We can leave, they were just worried. Okay? It's alright."

I nodded, and I heard him shuffle them out. When the silence filled my room I sighed, Druig's hand gently drawing circles on my arms.

"It... h- hurt."

He put his face in my line of sight, wiping hair out of my face as I felt a salty tear roll down my nose and onto the bed.

"Y/n... Your hands have been burned before. Not this bad but... they have. I've seen. Is- Is this like a side effect of you using your powers?"

He's noticed. Of course, he has. He was always observant. My head shook, and I realized that I don't even remember what happened last night. What happened to my hands?

"So, what happens? I just- I want to help."

"M- tired."

"When you wake up, you'll tell me, right? Promise?"

My eyes had already closed, and I was trying to fall asleep, though it wasn't that hard. Druig continued to lovingly watch over me, careful not to make a sound.

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It was dark out, but I'd finally woke up. Druig was eager to be with me, to care for me. He had fallen asleep in a heap on the floor. I'd gotten a good look at the charred, broken, red skin of my hands and I couldn't help but tear up.

My way of helping, my hands, had been burned. Taken away.

After calming back down I wiped my face on my sleeve, careful to keep it quiet. My stomach rumbled and my throat was hoarse.

As I sat up, I felt dazed, a little wobbly, but I could walk. My feet just barely passed the floor as I made my way out of the room and down the hall. I didn't even shut the door for fear of it waking him up.

The house was quiet. Only the pat of my bare feet on the floor resounded in the kitchen. There was fruit and a loaf on the table, and it practically made my mouth water.