Toxic

13

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU FUCKING DO?" I asked with force. I went over to look at the deep cut on his arm. This idiot is going to need stitches.
"I uh- I got cut." Nick mumbled.
"No shit idiot. How did you get cut." I questioned.
"Someone's knife." He mumbled.

I moved his hand and more blood started pouring out. I quickly got some towels to put on top to stop the bleeding. "You need stitches." I demanded.
"I can't go anywhere. They will expose me. How about you do them?" He asked. Just cuz I do sutures on grapes doesn't mean I can do stitches on a damn human.
"Your fucking with me right?" I interogated.
"Y/N I have no other choice. You have the steadiest hands here. I trust you more than any of the other people here." He replied.
I agreed and got some medical string they use for stitches and a scissors.
"This is going to hurt just so you know. And it's not professionally done so it's going to take longer to heal." I warned.
"That's fine. Just stop the bleeding so I can move my hand again." He replied.

Blood/ piercing skin/ Medical stuff TW

I slowly inserted the string into one side of the wound and pulled it across to the other.
"Alright this is going to hurt. I'm going to insert the scissors to pull the string through?" I warned. He gave me a nod and I proceeded. He tensed  up  a little bit, but he honestly didn't whine much. I pulled the string all the way through.
"Alright it's through. You must have a high pain tolerance, yeah?" I remarked. He chuckled slightly but I could tell he wanted this to be over.
I quickly yet carefully finished the home made stitches.
"Thanks Y/N." Nick said.
"Well it's going to take some time to heal but can you try and put your hand into a fist?" I asked.
He tried to close his hand but couldn't move it.
"Can you wiggle your fingers? Or move your arm at all for that matter?" I questioned.
He attempted yet failed.
"Uh- no?" He remarked, "why is that bad?"
"We will see how you heal but if after 3 days you still can't move your arm, we will have to go to a professional as the knife may have cut your nerve." I said. Nicks face became pale.
"Just go sleep. Rest up. You'll need it to heal that arm." I said.

TIME SKIP

We all were allowed to go back to our normal lives when somebody made the cops go away. I was sitting in my office and taking Nick's name off of every mission because his arm physically cannot do anything. *BANG BANG BANG* what the hell. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I yelled. The man openes the door and says "put my name back on the list."
"Nick. You can't do anything with your dominant hand. You are not going to be able to pull off an assassin." I demanded.
"Y/N. You don't understand. I need to kill." Nick begged.
"No Nick, you don't fucking understand. You need to heal your arm and rest the nerves or else you won't be able to fucking kill anyone ever again. You and your franchise is at jeopardy here. If people hear that the leader of the flame is injured or can't kill, they will take advantage. Got it?" I yelled.
"Franchise at jeopardy? Why the hell didn't you tell me this sooner, Y/N?!? God fucking communicate with me yeah?" Nick yelled.
"First off: don't fucking talk to me like that ever again. Second of all: I didn't know sooner. I was just going to come tell you." I replied.
"I'm sorry Y/N. I won't do it again. If you need anything I'll be in my office." He replied and left.

I was chilling in my office, making sure nothing got out about Nick, when someone knocked gently at the door. "Nick what the hell do you want now?" I questioned.
"Oh I'm Nick now?" Punz asked as he revealed himself from behind the door. "Also Nick wants to see you and Clay in his office. I'm not sure what it's for but he seemed pissed when he told me to get y'all."

A/N:
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Quote of the chapter: when you get tired, learn to rest and not quit.
Word Count: 763