𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕 [𝕂. ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕘]

Chapter 12

Y/n laid down on her back, her legs dangled off the foot of the bed. She threw her arm over her eyes and tried to relax. Cold metal grazed her thigh. Her fingers gripped onto the bedsheets as she squirmed. "I'm trying to be gentle with you. Quit moving or you're gonna end up hurting yourself."

She took a deep breath in and nodded. Y/n winced at the sound of scissors clipping. After three days, she couldn't stand that noise. Her lips twitched into a frown and she gritted her teeth, fighting through the discomfort.

Another strong shot of pain surged through her body. Y/n let out a groan. Heisenberg stopped. She pulled her arm away from her eyes and looked at him, trying to feign a calm voice. "I'm fine."

Y/n watched him work. Heisenberg knelt at the foot of the bed, between her legs, cutting the bandages around her wound. He leaned in close, and his breath tickled her skin. He lifted his dark-lensed glasses. His eyes narrowed as he stared. The pointed tip of his scissors poked at her, making her twitch.

Scissors being placed onto the floor had become a familiar sound to her. It was heaven-sent. The tenseness melted away, and she finally allowed herself to breathe.

Heisenberg wrung out a rag over the leftover gauze. Warm water trickled onto her and rolled off her leg. He placed the cloth over the bandage. His thumb ran circles along her skin as he waited. Y/n was never completely positive about whether or not Heisenberg knew how much grief he put her through whenever he touched her. It was getting harder by the day to pretend she didn't like his attention.

Water seeped into her bandages. A dull pain heated her skin. Y/n closed her eyes and tried to keep her focus away from the discomfort. Heisenberg lifted the rag. Piece by piece, he tugged apart the gauze.

Each strand of gauze he pulled off felt like a needle prick. Her brows knitted together and she took deep breaths. The process was slow. Y/n understood he couldn't rip the whole thing off like a bandaid, but she wished he'd go a little faster.

"This is going to hurt." He held a container filled with rubbing alcohol in his hand. Y/n internally groaned, trying not to fuss like she had the past few days whenever she saw the bottle. She buried her eyes in her palms and waited. Heisenberg began to count. "Four... Three... Two..."

On two, he dabbed the alcohol-soaked rag on her wound. Y/n balled up her fist and hit the surface of the bed next to her. Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt betrayed. Heisenberg promised her that the pain wouldn't be so bad after a day or two. She was on day three and it was still just as painful.

Heisenberg blew softly on her wound. It didn't make her cut sting any less. Y/n sniffled and wiped away a stray tear with her thumb. "Can we do the other leg later? I don't think I can sit through more rubbing alcohol right now."

Rough hairs poked at her skin. Heisenberg rested his head against her. His tongue meandered along her inner thigh, leaving a cold trail. Y/n arched her back. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip and her half-lidded eyes rolled back. She nuzzled into the bed and looked down at him. Their eyes met, and Heisenberg flashed her a devilish grin. "Just a little something to make the pain better."

Heisenberg rose to his feet and scooped y/n up in his arms. Her fingers curled around his dog tag. He planted a knee on the edge of the bed as he set her down in the center. Before he had a chance to get up, y/n's grip on his tags tightened, and she tugged him closer. She placed a pair of fingers against his jawline, traveling up the side of his face. Y/n looked him in the eye and cocked her head to the side. "You know I can walk, right?"

He raised a brow and chuckled. "I know, sweetheart, but I don't want you to risk reopening your cuts. I need you back downstairs with me."

Her heart sank. She apologized for setting him behind. He shook his head. "It's not that. I need something pretty to look at down there."