Experiment Gone Wrong (Dottore x reader)

Science

It had been a few days of Dottore and his group of underlings coming in and out of the lab, Dottore briefed me on the experiment a couple of days ago and today, as I sat on the chair I was once tied to, he cut my arm open to assess the damage. It's a painful procedure, but again, I have to bare it. 

"How long?" I grunted, flexing my twitching hand as Dottore worked away at my arm, poking and prodding it with his utensils.

He was in concentration mode, completely ignoring my cries and groans. He didn't even bother answering my question. 

I'm not surprised, but the least he could do is tell me how long I have to sit here in absolute pain. He wasn't exactly gentle.

All the while, his men were walking in and out of the unlocked laboratory with new supplies in tow. I assume they were preparing for whatever comes after Dottore's grand assessment.

"Done." He finally spoke, in an immensely calm tone. "Now, I just need to sew it up."

"Did you fix it?!"

"Of course not. I just needed to take a look at it." He grabbed his surgical suture and began stitching my wound close. 

I winced in pain as he continued his work. "Oh God, hurry" I cried out, despite knowing he won't respond.

But he did, much to my shock. "if I were to hurry, I wouldn't be able to see you in such delightful pain for as long."

Through the agony I experienced, I raised a brow and opened my mouth in shock. "You like it when I'm in pain?" 

All movements from his stitching stopped as he looked up from his handiwork. "Especially the noises you make." A pesky grin on his visage.

So I guess he was listening.

Once again, he rendered me speechless. "You're kidding-"

"I don't kid." He interjected, finishing off his work. Placing his dirty utensils on a tray, he got up and walked off to wash his hands before heading to his unkempt desk. "Now, I do not have time for this chatter. Be a good girl and sit quietly while I create a report on my findings."

And sit quietly I did. In fact, I was so quiet and still for a long time it almost seemed like I wasn't alive at that moment. Is he trying to flirt with me again? Does he think I'd fall for it a second time? he has another thing coming.

After a few minutes of processing what just happened, I cleared my throat and looked at him from where I sat. He didn't stir from his position, suggesting that he lacked any interest in anything I was doing. So, I cleared my throat loader.

"What."

"I was just thinki-"

"Well don't, clearly you're not suited for it."

The audacity.