Killer x Reader His profession AU

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White rooms, white covers and almost white lights blinded you as your eyes fluttered open. A groan left your otherwise closed lips as (e/c) irises were quickly shielded from the brightness in the room you were in. A whiff of the scent of flowers slowly crept to you as the curtains bellowed slightly in the soft breeze of the October air. The air was still a little warm, giving way that the day wouldn't become cold any time soon. Your breath left your lungs as you sighed and tried to lift your arm to cover your eyes. Keyword for tried.

Slowly, the sense of hearing surrounding sounds came back to you as your eyes wandered over to your arm, trying to figure out where you even were. Beeping of a machine filled the air. Your arm was injected with a needle, a bag filled with fluids attached to it, while your other arm was hidden in a white cast. The back of your head ached and throbbed with every movement you made, whether turning your head or simply using your eyes to look around. The throbbing echoed the thumps of your heart as you let your eyelids close themselves. Your breathing was irregular and your heart started to race as question after question filled your dazed mind one after another. Parting your lips a little, you let the air flow softly. Your ribs hurt with every in- and exhale, making you wince every time your chest moved up and down.

Blood rushed to your ears, dulling the beeping sound in the white room. Your mouth started to water as it filled itself with saliva. Tear prickled behind your lids as your stomach squeezed its muscles. Cold sweat ran down your temples. Your arms and legs started to shake a little as you tried to swallow back the liquid behind your lips. Your chest heaved and you changed to breathe through your nose instead of your mouth.

In.

Out.

It didn't help, however. With a swift move, you rolled to your side, hanging over the edge of the bed you were laying in and threw up the small contents of your stomach. A sour taste filled your mouth as you coughed the last remains from your throbbing throat. Liquid pooled on the floor and you frowned upon seeing it. With a sharp intake of fresh air, you rolled on your back, groaning as the sour smell reached your nose.

You pushed back the throbbing of your head, trying to ignore it as you forced your stomach to settle once again. The dulling rush of blood flow decreased slowly, making you aware once again of the little sounds around your laying form. The door opened quietly, creaking softly. You didn't even hear the small sound, not registering the tapping of feet as a nurse walked towards you.

"Miss?"

(e/c) eyes looked up and met the blue ones of a young woman. She was wearing a white coat and held a clipboard tightly in her hands, a pen tapping against it as she noticed your gaze landing on her. A groan escaped your lips as you tried to pull yourself together and get up to get a better look at your surroundings. Quickly, the nurse stood next to you, pushing you back gently by your shoulders before grabbing a remote and moving the bed itself up.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her voice laced with the sweetest of honey as her eyes wandered over your broken form.

You parted your lips to reply, but the only sound leaving them was a croak. Your throat hurt and felt like sandpaper, hurting you on the inside. Perfectly manicured fingers were wrapped around a glass filled with water and moved in front of your face, urging you to take a sip as it leaned against your lower lip. The cold water sloshed against your tongue as you moved forward. The nurse's hand tilted more and more the more water ran down your desert of a throat. Sighing silently, you tipped your head back into the pillow and closed your eyes.

"Like I died." You now whispered, the honest words escaping your lips before you could even put a filter between your mouth and brain. She hummed in response and checked the machines attached to your body. The silence enveloping turned awkward as she flitted about, avoiding eye-contact at any cost. Your (e/c) eyes followed her with every tap, every scribble of the pen on the damn paper in her hand.