Dimitrescu imagines

Enemy- Cassandra Dimitrescu

I shut my eyes tight and clench my jaw as I  pull the knife out of my lower stomach. I grunt loudly before dropping the knife onto the gravel under my feet. My eyes open and I stumble backwards a few steps as the world around me spins 
"Fuck" I grunt through my teeth and I try to stop the blood flowing from my stomach. Blood flows through my fingers, I watch as the blood drips down my legs and onto the ground. I stumble as I walk, occasionally reaching out to lean against houses in the village, leaving bloodied handprints against the walls. I groan as my vision starts to darken and my eyes become heavier with each passing moment.
"Push through" I grunt to myself as I start to move my feet faster towards the large castle. I walk through the gates and up the gravel road, my breath uneven. The hot air that leaves my mouth creating small clouds against the cold winter air. With no houses to lean against now I force myself as straight as I can as I continue to walk. I make it up the stairs outside the castle and bring a hand up to lean against the door. I bring my other hand up and knock as hard as I can against the wood. I let my hand fall back to my side before I stumble backwards and land on my ass. A groan leaves my throat, my head spins even more and my eyes get heavier by the second. I reluctantly let them shut as I pass out.

Cassandra's pov:

I look up from my book as I hear a knock on the door. I stand to my feet quickly. Who could be knocking at this time? The villagers know not to pass the gates and Heisenberg knows not to disturb mother at this time. I slip my thick coat over my shoulders before I walk to the door and pull it open, my sickle raised high and ready to slice anyone who could become a threat in a matter of seconds. I look around before my eyes land on a figure on the floor. I drop my sickle to the floor before I rush over and turn them over. I scan their features in the pale, dim light from the moon. I gasp when I recognise who it is. Their face battered and bruised. Many cuts littering their smooth skin. Purple and pink splotches scattering their body in multiple places. And so much blood leaks from their body and onto the wooden floor of the deck. I push my hands down into their stomach, trying to stop as much blood as I can but it's no use. It leaks through my fingers
"Fucking hell y/n" I mumble as I lift their limp body up into my arms. I close the door with my foot behind me and rush up the stairs with y/n in my arms. Mumbling to myself
"You had to fucking come here of all places. Fucking idiot" I mumble as I look down at their pale face "why did you come here?" I question more towards myself than their limp body in my arms. I walk into my room and place them on my bed before turning back and closing the door, locking it behind me. I rush to the bathroom in my room and grab whatever I can think of to aid their injuries. I place everything on my bedside table and turn to their bloodied body. Oh how easy it would be to just let them die and then eat them. I cringe at the idea.
"As much as I hate you...I couldn't ever see myself causing you harm" I whisper as I lift my hand up to caress their cheek. Letting the pad of my thumb rub small circles on their skin. I sigh and retract my hand before picking up the healing solution from my bedside.

I move the bottle around in my hands. Let's hope that mother Miranda is right about this solution instantly healing wounds. And let's hope that it works on humans. I pull y/n's shirt up. Cringing at the large slice that runs from the left side of their hip up to just below the right side of their rib cage. And the stab wound that is placed on the right side of their lower stomach. I pull the cork out of the bottle and pour the liquid onto the wounds. A small smile makes its way across my lips as the wounds instantly starts closing itself as it heals. I let out a deep breath and bandage their stomach as much as I can without lifting them up. I pull their shirt down and make my way up to their face. Using a cotton pad to dab the healing liquid onto the small cuts around their skin. I rub my fingers over the healing cuts. And let out a soft sigh and caress their cheek again. Tracing their jaw with my fingers.
"Always getting yourself hurt. Fucking reckless" I mumble as I stand and take everything back to the bathroom.