Trapped (Alastor x reader)

Part 44: Br34k

WARNING! mentions of meltdown and implied self-harm

Once you made sure no one was lurking in the hallway, you open your door and quickly get inside. If there had been any doubt that Alastor was 'dead' before then they certainly were removed now, he hadn't moved from the spot once, and you know that unless he was reading or watching something from his seat, he was not a man who liked to be idle.

Sighing quietly you move to your drawers and place the gramophone on top of it, then you quickly leave to get some towels to put on your bed. There was no way in Hell that you were going to put his damp ass on your bed and make a mess of it. Again... scratch that, you were going to grab some old bedding too, they would be in the boiler room too.

"The things I do for others" you mutter to yourself "want to grow a backbone but can never hammer it down enough before I'm bending to another's will"

Opening the door, you immediately find what you're looking for and shut the door behind you. You had zero intention of being noticed when you had things to do.

"Is Alastor really hurt? Who hurt him?"

Oh for the love of-

"I don't know Nifty, and yes, Alastor did get hurt" you tell her, thank goodness you shut your door when you left to get the items "and that's why I need everyone to be on guard"

"So that we can find the people and let him return the favour?" she asks looking more crazier than Alastor, somehow.

"That and answers" there was no doubt in your mind that Alastor would not listen to reason and would hunt the people down even if he was bleeding to death.

Nifty cackles in happiness before, literally hopping away for whatever horror she had in mind. Most likely to get more 'puppets'.

Once you were certain she was gone you quickly get into your room and make quick work of remaking your bed for Alastor to lay on. You take off your quilt before placing the towels on top of your bed sheet and makie sure they overlapped slightly, then you place one of the old bed covers on top of the towels for extra protection, the second one would go on top.

Now the hard part, picking him up and dragging his skinny ass onto your bed. This was going to be fun. NOT!

"This is not going to go well for you is it?" you ask your leg as you can already imagine the pain that was to come "sorry little fawn, but I'm not having you damage the floor with your wet clothing"

Although when you touched his suit, you realise that it was mainly damp, was it the material? Meh, didn't matter, you had a body to move.

You immediately turn into a snorting/giggling mess when you realise just how bad that sounded "yay, now I'm the psychopathic killer roaming the streets, fear me heathens"

You had to cover your mouth in the hope that no one would hear how bad it was. Again.

Once you managed to settle down, you held off on the 'damsel in distress' hold so that you could check the back of his head, mumbling an apology to him you gently held his head up so that you could get a better look at the damage. You could faintly make out a huge clump of blood glueing his hair together, you shift his head weight into one hand so that you could shift his hair around to inspect the damage.

You almost retched when you notice there was in fact a hole hiding behind some of his hair.

"Ouch" you mutter to yourself "on the bright side, at least it was quick and painless"

You feel a giggle threatening to come out. Fudge, you know what was coming if this came out now, and that was the last thing you needed. You carefully place his head back down before getting up, nearly blacking out from the sudden vertigo, and run into the bathroom to grab a spare hand towel so that you can place it onto the pillow.