Male Reader x Dave Miller

Hospital room

I see what the nurse meant. The poor guy was completely torn up. While I tried to take in basic details like skin tone and hair color I couldn't look away from the red gashes all over his skin. Gruesome mechanical scars seemed to cover every inch of his body, but I couldn't be sure since he held the medical covers over himself. Even when I stepped in the room he didn't turn to look at me, almost like he didn't even know I was there. I was starting to wonder if he was just unconscious. I tried to call out to him meekly "Hey..."
Again that dreaded silence gripped the room. Maybe he fucked up his vocal cords with all the screaming. If I were to scream like that I wouldn't be able to talk for weeks
I walked over a little closer attempting to wave my hand in front of his face to catch his attention. That seemed to do it.
Almost robotically he whipped his head around to stare at me. I swear I heard a crack in his neck. I jumped back at the sight, not expecting it in the slightest. Out of all the sounds to break a silence the crack of the neck of the man who you tried to rescue from a supposedly haunted establishment was definitely not high on the list. Finally the tortured soul spoke

"Who the hell are you?"
His voice seemed to break every other word as if he's not used it for centuries. Yup he definitely fucked it up with the screaming, not that I can blame him obviously.
I awkwardly held out my hand as some sort of greeting gesture. Unfortunately this didn't make the man's scowl filter even slightly. "Hello my name is Y/N and I'm guessing I just saved your life from our worn down kid's pizzeria" God for a detective I have to be the most awkward goddamn human on the planet.

The man looked me up and down as if he was studying me to see if I was worthy of any more of his words. This is actually the first time I took a good look at his eyes, since they stood out against his rather mediocre appearance. At first glance I could've sworn that they were blue but they were actually more of a silver color, they were rather beautiful, like a patch of dandelions amidst a field of weeds.

"So what's your name, I talked to the doctor and she said you were unidentifiable considering all the, well you know, blood"

The man seems to be caught off guard by my question and took a minute to look away almost as if he was thinking of a random name that would get me to go away.

"Dave, Dave Vincent Miller. But my friends call me Vin or at least they would if I had any friends. Did she have any more colorful language she used to describe me?"

The words were said sarcastically , but I can see the corners of his mouth twisting into a smirk.

"I mean no offense but considering your condition I can't really blame her"

Dave raised an eyebrow at the comment and for a second I wondered if I had a royally fucked up, but thankfully his only response was well humored chuckle.

"I guess that's fair."
A question had been burning up in my throat and I wanted so badly to ask him but I wasn't sure if it was appropriate considering his circumstances at the moment. After consideration I went for it.

"So how'd you end up there anyways?"

"What?"

"In the back of the restaurant I mean."

"Oh I accidentally fell down a magic closet that ended up in Freddys- I work there  dumbass what do you think!"

I was taken aback but I couldn't disagree with him. In hindsight it was kind of a stupid question, but the asshole didn't need to cuss me out every other sentence. I saved your life prick the least you can do is be polite. I thought bitterly.

Without warning I felt a splitting pain in my knee. I was so distracted with this riveting conversation but I completely forgot it but I also was injured. Probably not as bad as Dave but still putting my weight on a limb that a few hours ago was bruised and covered in blood was probably not the smartest decision. I needed to sit down before my leg gave out. I grabbed the chair closest to me and planted my bitter ass on it.

"I hope I get let out soon, hospitals always give me the creeps"

"You mean as opposed to dark, dusty, rumored to be haunted children's pizzerias ?"

Dave chuckled again. Well he may be an asshole but at least he has a decent sense of humor. He seemed to be warming up to me

"I don't know I suppose I stick around that shitshow of an establishment for sentimental reasons."

"Oh did you have any kids that used to go there? My son for whatever reason used to always beg me to take him there. Thankfully when he got older he got over that phase"

The second I mentioned anything relating to kids Dave's whole demeanor changed. The air around him tensed. It was almost as if I flipped a switch in his brain that turned him from a sarcastic asshole to just an asshole. He glared at me. I could feel his anger just barely rising beneath his skin. And all I could think was: Oh shit I pushed a button.

Dave growled only two words at me.
"Get out"

"I'm sorry did I say something-"
"Get out!"
I get out of my chair and without thinking I bumped into a nurse entering Dave's room.
"Sorry I didn't see you there-"
"Sir I think it's time for you to leave"
I open my mouth to say something but she shoots me a look and I shut it instantly. I walk somberly out of the room, letting my feet drag behind me. I look back at Dave expecting to see hatred but instead he simply looked away from me.