Rainbow Rose(s) ~ Neuv x Wrio x Reader (TEMP HIATUS)

In Loving Memory

A/N
This chapter contains a few words written in a font that some might not be able to read. The words, in this order, are
"Wriothesley"
"Neuvillette"
"Neuvillette"
"Furina"
"Fontaine"
They are written this way to show distortion, they are like this on purpose.

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Reader's POV

I didn't cry while reading the files. I did promise he would never see me cry afterall, didn't I? I stared at the files a bit longer, reading through all the rest, when the Doctor decided he'd waited long enough. He snatched them from my hand with no warning and set them down where they were before. I stared at my hands until his finger under my chin lifted my face to look at his own.

When he saw my attention was on him, he turned back around and started digging through cabinets. He pulled out multiple objects and set them down before continuing his search. I recognized a few of these items; a stethoscope, those hammers they use for reflexes, a small scalpel. While my mind started working hard to figure out what he was planning, my heart started pounding. I was told I would not have to be part of his experiments.

I scooted further away from him, lifting my legs up onto the table and making sure I didn't fall off the other side. He closed the last cabinet and rested his arms on the counter, mumbling incoherent thoughts. I only caught "How could" and "Where are."

He turned around slowly, coming to stand in front of me. He had no sign of amusement on his face, unlike before. He wore a frown, and the pure negativity that radiated from him was enough to absolutely freeze me.

I recognized this.

After meeting Wriothesley, I experienced this exact feeling. A feeling of being watched. Its when I met Navia. It's when I froze in that store that felt the closest to now. I was more or less unaware of my surroundings and my full attention was on the Doctor and his unwavering, merciless stare. He seemed ready to murder the next person to walk through the door. Or maybe he'd murder me.

I was only awakened when he gripped my jaw harshly with his one hand, swiping the blade of the scalpel across my cheek and dragging a small vial along the red liquid that fell, collecting as much of my blood as he could. I struggled remarkably against his grip, but he wouldn't budge. His grip tightened painfully before he pushed my head to the side and let go.

He put the vial on the table and paid it no further mind. I was occupied with covering the wound with my hands, trying to prevent the further loss of blood, but it wasn't doing much. He cut too deeply.

He seemed more amused now, finding my feeble attempt at a makeshift hand-bandage entertaining. He brought from within his pocket a large bandaid and bandages, and I removed my hands reluctantly, as he got to work patching me up. He was gentler this time, holding my jaw very carefully, it was confusing how he went from being a bloodthirsty beast to having the caring touch of a loving partner. I knew he was the former, though.

After the bandage was applied in a very silly knot wrapping around my ear and my neck, covering only my cheek, he continued with average doctor-like tests. He checked my reflexes, my heartbeat, my reaction to light, sound, etc. He noted each point down on a clipboard he grabbed from a counter. It seems he had no problem using Dion's equipment. I guess technically it was his too.

During every experiment, he was always touching me, always had one hand on me. While he checked my reflexes, his hand rested on my other thigh. While he checked my heartbeat, a hand on my shoulder. Each hand on me felt horrible. It reminded me all too much of the way his counterpart touched me the same way. But every touch he left on my skin was accompanied by a shock similar to what I experienced the last few times he laid his hands on me. It hurt a lot. I had to bite my tongue so as not to attempt to bite him. I knew he'd react less kindly than even Zander would have.