The Doctor (König x reader)

7 - past

"Before I tell you anything, we have to find shelter. They could follow us to the base."

König ignored me but drove in the direction of a nearby little town, 4 hours away from our base.

It was currently half past 4 am.

We parked our car in an alleyway, hid it under a tarp and left to search for a hotel.

We found one that was still in business.

When we entered, it looked a little bit rundown.
I hadn't taken off my mask yet, but kept it on just in case. I walk up to the receptionist.

"Hello, we would like two rooms, please."
"Sorry, we have only one room left."
"Well, is it enough for two people?"
"Sure."

Luckily I brought money with me so I paid for our room. You can never be too prepared.

König opened the door to the room for me, and when we entered we saw only one bed. (RAHHHH)

I wouldn't have minded sleeping with König— well not sleeping with him, but next to him, although I wouldn't mind— I shake my head. He's mad and ignoring me, so this will be awkward.

He locked the door behind him after we entered our room for the night.

"Seems like we'll have to sleep in the same bed."

He still ignored me and simply sat down on the bed, slouching.

I started taking off my jacket when I winced, forgetting about my wound.
I look closer at it, it's a bit discolored around the edges.

Their bullets were laced with their drug. Not only that, I can see a piece of the bullet sticking out of my skin.

My eyes widen.

"König, were you hit anywhere? With the bullets?"

He looks at me, still angry.

"This isn't the time to be acting like a child! Tell me," I grab his shoulders.

He pushes me off.

"Yes. But not deep enough to really hurt me."

"Was it just a scrape? Does it feel weird?"
"What's wrong?"
"The bullets were laced with their drug. Do you feel weird at all? Like 'I will die at any second' weird?"
"No, Ärztin. I don't, but you look pale."

I look in the mirror in the bathroom and he was right.
Seems like the drugged bullets only work effectively if left in the body.

König gets up from bed.

"Y/N?"
"I need you to listen carefully," I grab some stuff — a knife from the little kitchenette, a towel, disinfectant and some C-X I brought with me, "you have to get a piece of the bullet out of my body before injecting the cure. We don't have much time."

I quickly sit down on a wooden chair, König following by sitting in front of me.
I take my shirt off fully, revealing the nasty wound and my bra, which I don't have time nor energy to feel embarrassed about.
I disinfect the knife and give it to König.

"You have to... take it out now," I'm already losing my ability to speak. I hope he knows what to do.

I put the towel in between my teeth.

He grips the knife.

"Scheiße... Ok."
He starts digging the knife into my wound, making me scream into the towel and grab his thigh.

"I'm sorry, it's deep in there."
He keeps digging in and finally takes it out. My vision fades for a couple of seconds from the pain.

I grab the towel I was biting on and put some disinfectant on it, slowly putting it on my bleeding wound, making me hiss.