AHS One Shots {Tumblr Version}

Wounds And All

"Kit Walker? Come in."

He sighed and stood up, stepping into the office. A grumbled, sour look on his face. Kit was fine! He really was! Just a black eye and a cut. Nothing terrible.

"Kit.." A sigh escaped them, seeing the black eye and the cut. "You must stop getting so upset with the guards, you'll practically live here if you aren't careful." The man was dejected when the words left the nurse's lips. Kit was just so, annoyed with these guards. Never leaving him alone! Never just letting him get on with everything.

Yet, he stayed silent. A stubborn man. He was innocent and stubborn. Always this way. Ever since he stepped foot into this asylum. Eyes met eachother, and it just lingered for a second. It was always the nurse who spoke. Never Kit. He couldn't utter a word to them. Grumbling a little 'it's fine.' barely audible. It seemed the floor was the most interesting place for him to stare at.

Picking up a little bit of ice, wrapping a towel around it. "Put it on your eye, keep it there while I sort out this cut of yours." He hesitantly put the ice to his black eye. A little hiss leaving him, the cold going straight to his blood. And an inaudible "fuck" seethed through his lips as his shirt sleeve was pulled up. "Oh...oh kit..this is much more than a cut."

"it's fine!"

"it's not! This is a whole gash!! Close to your arm being fully cut off!" They raised their voice slightly as Kit retorted loudly. He stared up at the nurse with anger and nothing but furrowed eyebrows. "How can you be so naïve to your pains?!"

"Cause it ain't fuckin' important!"

"YES IT IS! YOU ARE HURT KIT." The nurse had the final word, and he shut himself up after that. "Now I'm going to take your shirt off. Don't argue with me." Their tone was harsh, brash, and very annoyed. Clearly, the both of them just wanting this over with. His shirt was removed, and their fingers touched around the wound as gently as possible. Each touch, a sting to the man.

Eventually, the iodine went on. Hiss and seeth...one after the other. "I know, it hurts Kit. I know...just, I'll do this quickly." Their voice was quiet as they worked on cleaning the gash, taking away as much blood as possible. Silence filled the nurses office, only tiny little noises from the both of them breaking the quiet occasionally.

"do ya have to be so slow?"

"yes? A gash this big needs precision, Kit. I can't willy-nilly it all I like. And you can't keep doing this."

An exasperated sigh left Kit, too tired to argue any further. Their eyes met again. Another blow up maybe? Another metaphorical explosion of words jabbed at eachother? "Fine. Just...jesus." oh. A quiet agreement. The nurse nodded and continued their work. Such a big stitch went across most of his arm, and it looked jarring. Too jarring for the inmate to look at.

"Why'd you always do this..?" They looked up, needle in hand, and the other on Kit's arm. But he looked disinterested. Annoyed, bored, tired. More and more of these disheartening feelings bubbling up. "Kit?"

"You know why. I ain't explaining it again." Again with the mumbles! He was louder, could be louder. Anxiety and scared feelings turned into violence and a loud mouth. They knew exactly what the problem was. The real problem. Could they do anything? Not without losing their whole life. "Missin' Alma too much to care."

"Do you believe she's still alive?"

"I know she fucking is! I know what I saw nurse!!"

"Alright! Alright! I was just askin!! You're so stubborn Kit."

Soon enough, a few layers of bandages wrapped around his arm. Pinning it in place. "...I'm just worried Kit.."

"You don't need to be." The both of them, slipping his shirt back on as he placed the ice down on the table of tools next to him. Another little cringe as his arm went through the sleeve. "Fuckin'..." He huffed letting his arm drop onto his lap. Just to save any more pain to his arm, the nurse re did the buttons on the shirt. Their face so close... breathing was starting to get heavy but they ignored it. Kit was an inmate still, and a married man. Potienally.

"y-ya have to do that for me? I got workin hands.."

"yes." They stood up as if nothing had happened and started cleaning away. And Kit took this opportunity to also stand, and start to walk off. But a hitched breath and hand in theirs before he could step out of the office doors. "I'd do more...if I could. You know that right?"

A small smile. Maybe, after a few weeks of being in such a place. His heart, starting to stir in a direction. His thumb gently rubbed over their hand for a second. "...I know." He mentioned, before stepping out of the office, back to that nasty reality of the asylum.