Bonds // Engineer x y/n (Prometheus)

Chapter 30: Countdown, 5, 4...

He had wrapped you up in a big cloth. You only had your underwear on, and bleeding everywhere wasn't good.
"Where are you taking me?" You ask, your body bouncing up and down as he hurries down the corridors.
"To heal you" he says, his focus in front of him.
"I'm o-okay" you cough.
"You are not" he hisses at you.
You let out a shallow breath into his shoulder.

He was also out of his suit, he must have gotten changed while he waited for you.
Some guards pass by, looking at him in confusion.
He yells something at them, you look up as he does so, your eyebrows furrowed in worry and terror. He had fangs, bottom and top, they looked like daggers.
He notices you looking up at him, his face softens and he pushes your face back into his shoulder.

He lays you down, quickly unravelling you. An array of tools and bottles lined the walls. "What's this?" You ask, sitting up. Your head was starting to feel light. He pushes you back down, holding the open wound on your stomach. You wince and wriggle a little uncomfortably.
He grabs a bottle from a cupboard, putting it down beside another. A wooden bowl, carved with beautiful patterns, he uses to pour them both in. Stirring it. Your fingers curl around his wrist as you watch between him and the bowl.
"W-what is that-" you ask, looking at him with worried eyes.

The engineer places it down and grabs a small cloth. More like a bath mat to you, but a cloth none the less. "Trust me"
He says, lifting his hand up.
"Trust. me" he dips the cloth in the liquid, it hisses as the towel absorbs it. You shuffle back a little bit, he glares down at you. You were feeling more and more lightheaded. He leans to your face.
"I shall countdown, it will hurt for a while. However, you will just be left with a scar"
You nod quickly, his spare blood covered hand slips under your head. Curling his fingers, and looking you in the eyes.
"5" he says, dipping it in the bowl again.
"4" he nods at you reassuringly.
"3" he grips your head tightly, unable to move as he wiped the towel over the open wound.
You scream, kicking and crying. You felt like you were going to black out.
You cry out in pain. A hot, burning sensation was in your stomach area. It was going deeper and deeper by the second, hotter and more painful by the second. You look up at him. He was focused on the wound, still gripping your head tightly.