Frank Woods x Reader

Forty-One

With a soft look on your face, you approached the gurney on which Bell was laying.

He was drenched in sweat, his limbs were shaking.

"Bell.", you grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat.

But Woods held you back.

"Be careful.", he whispered in a low voice, so nobody could hear.

Gently, you freed yourself from his grip.

"I know what I'm doing.", you smiled.

"And I've never questioned your abilities. But he's potential danger. Even if it's about your pride and pissing Adler off, don't do things that aren't logical to do."

A huff escaped you.

"I've fucked you again.", you joked. "That wasn't logical either."

He smirked.

"But long overdue. Jokes aside. Don't be disappointed if this is a dead end."

"I won't.", your eyes jumped over his shoulder, just in time to catch a glimpse at Mason's confused face. "Someone is getting suspicious. You should go."

Frank glanced at his friend.

"Shit... guess I've got some explaining to do.", he smirked, gave your hand a gentle squeeze and left.

Your eyes followed him, how he returned to Mason's side and wrapped his arm around his neck to make sure he would burst out what he was speculating.

With a slim smirk on your lips, you turned to Bell.

His eyes were twisted in pain. His mask and clothes were starting to get drenched.

A shaky breath escaped his lips as the cold towel stroked his glowing skin. His fingers twitched.

"Where- where the fuck am I?", he gasped, eyes rolling back and focusing again.

You let out a deep breath.

"How do you feel?", you asked.

His face twisted.

"Quit bullshitting around!", he slapped your hand away. "Who am I?!"

Raising both hands in the air to show him you weren't a threat, you took a step back.

"Bell.", you said.

He shook his head.

"No, no that's not my name.", he tried to get up but the leather cuffs held him down. "My name... what's- what's my name?"

With a sad expression, you shook your head.

"I don't know."

"How do you not?!"

"Because Adler didn't tell."

"Fuck him!"

"Yes...", you took a deep breath in. "I know you're upset and I respect that. Bell, that's the name that I'll call you, if that's alright."

He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a deep breath.

"Why...", he groaned, twisting in pain and exhaustion. "Why are you so nice?"

"Because that's what I'm here for."

He let out a bitter huff.

"Right... I remember. Your job is to make people talk. I thought you'd do torture or something."

"Yes and no. But I don't think I need to torture you."

"I won't say shit."

You sighed.