The Boy Next Dorm (drako x reader

purely medicinal

He says nothing,watching me as i unbutton his shirt that has blotches of blood to assess the damage. I grimace as I uncover a large gash that covers his entire chest and ends on his lower stomach.

"should i get the others?" i ask, not being able to take my eyes off the wound. It seems to already be becoming infected.

He winces as i start wiping the cloth on the outsides of the wound. "don't." he grits out.

"but they're all worried about you. they deserve to know you're here."

he winces again. "I dont want them to know. I came for you."

he grips my wrist to stop my hand and reaches over, groaning in pain with every move, and opens the second drawer of his nightstand. he pulls out a bottle of vodka and slams the drawer shut with the back of his hand.

his jaw clenches as he readjusts his position, i try to reach over and help, but he just shrugs me off.

he holds out the bottle to me.

"what? are you seriously offering me a drink? "

after a sharp intake of breath, he gestures with it. "just open it for me, will you? my knuckles are broken."

i unscrew the cap and look at him. "what do i do with this now?"

he laughs then winces as if laughing is painful. it probably is.

"please don't ever go into the medical field."

i wait for him to elaborate.

"wet the cloth with the alcohol to steralize the wound," he instructs. I do as he says.

Once I start to dab around the cut, he groans loudly and clutches the bedsheet. I stop and look at him in surprise. He holds out his hand, gesturing to the vodka.

i hand it to him and he takes a long swig. he drinks it like it's water, his adams apple moving as he gulps it down. he hands the bottle back to me once he's done.

i try to distract him by making convo. "soo why do you keep vodka in your drawer?"

he grimaces and throws his head back, hand still clutching the bedsheets as the other one rests on my leg.

"purely medicinal" he forces out between groans. "you never know when you might need it around here."

as i keep sterilizing but also avoiding the actual wound, his breathing begins to even out. i cant tell if its the drink or the fact that he's getting used to the pain.

"draco, i need to stitch this up."

"i know" he mutters, focused on his hand playing with my skirt. "materials are in the closet."

i put the cloth down and walk over to the closet. on my way over i pass by a mirror and catch a glance at myself. his blood is all over my nightgown, staining the white lace. i hadnt even realized it, but i had been crying and tears are drying on my cheeks.

there isnt much in the closet. just medicinal things. i move some things to the side as i dig around for a suture kit.

when i find it i hurry back over and he is drinking more, preparing himself for what's about to come.

after i lay out all the materials in the kit, my hand shakes and i struggle to thread the needle.

i brush some hair out of my face with my shoulder and finally get it through. as i knot the thread i look over at him. hes looking at me but he doesnt seem nervous or anxious.

i put down the needle and tie my hair back. he weakly wolf whistles.

"i swear if i wasnt injured right now... the things i would do to you..." his eyes graze over me even in this state. flirtatious bastard.

i readjust my position and put one hand on his chest as the other steadies itself.

i take a deep breath and mumble "im sorry im sorry im sorry" under my breath as i put the needle in.

he takes a deep breath, but the second the needle goes in he grunts in pain, gritting his teeth and furrowing his eyebrows.

his hand grips my skirt tightly and i can feel tears form as i keep going, still mumbling my apologies.

as his sounds of pain continue my vision blurs and i wipe away my tears with my shoulder, not allowing myself to stop.

i try to steady my hand as it shakes out of control, but i cant take it anymore.

i drop the needle and grab his hand, sobbing into it. "im sorry im sorry i cant do it i cant do it" i cry.

he winces as he moves his other hand to wipe my tears. "y/n."

i look up at him, still clutching onto his hand.

"give me a kiss."

i lean over, trying to hold back my tears. its so unfair that he has to be strong for me right now, but i cant control it.

i leave a light kiss on his lips and when we part he pulls me back down for a deeper one.

his hand grips my hair, not with its usual strength and i clutch his face. when we part we rest our foreheads against each other.

"unbuckle my belt."

my lip quirks up into a smile. "very funny."

he huffs out a laugh as well, but he turns serious again. "do it."

i look at him eyes wide and look down.

he lets my mind wander before supplying "ill bite down on it so you can't hear me."

smart lad. i slink down and unbuckle his belt. as i do it, i look up at him and see him smirking.

once i have the belt, i fold it in half and hold it to his lips.

"how the tables have turned " he grins devilishly.

i roll my eyes and hide a smile of my own. "just take it."

"i bet you're loving this right now" he mumbles as he bites down on the belt.

i go back to stitching and feel much more steady. i can still hear his uneven breathing, but it isn't so bad. i finish quickly and put a bandage on it.

i realize he has been watching me as i worked, concentrating on me as if nothing else exists. when i finish, i throw the stuff onto the nightstand and drop down next to him.

his eyes are drooping, "y/n ive lost-" he has to take a breath before continuing. "ive lost a lot of blood... i..." he closes his eyes for a second. "i might..." he doesn't finish the sentence, using his entire strength to place a kiss on my forehead. he falls back onto the bed and drifts off.

i take advantage of his unconscious state to take care of his other cuts and injuries. i do a diagnostic spell to see his interior injuries and see that he had a lot of dark spells cast on him. i dont know how to heal those, i will consult the library later. for now, i fix what i can and curl up next to him.

i watch him breathe shallowly and he seems to be having a restless sleep as what i assume are nightmares plague him. he mumbles "no" sometime and his eyebrows are furrowed.

as he sleeps, i look at his darkmark. i see it has scratches as if he tried to claw at it. it looks like it is burning and i place kisses around it.

i snuggle into his arm and sob the night through as i realize the helplessness of the situation.