The White Pill (Ruvik X Reader)

The one to blame ✓

Hello everyone, I just wanted to thank you all for the support.

Here's the new chapter, I hope you like it.

~Ruvik~

Her pulse was almost nonexistent when he checked the first time and she was barely breathing, and now her skin was so cold that it was hard to believe she was still alive.

Ruvik checked the blood bag that was connected to her arm by a tube. It would take some time before she could recover, and maybe one whole day for her to actually wake up. Maybe more.

"Did you really just poisoned her?" Ruvik asked still looking at [y/n]'s bruised neck. "Because this really doesn't look like poison's work to me..."

The silver eyed male turned around to face the doctor, who was completely listless. Ruvik walked over to where Marcelo was standing and stopped right in front of him. Finally getting his attention.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Jimenez asked shaking his head a little. "Is she getting better?"

"Tell me... Did you beat her before poisoning her? Or did you wait until she couldn't defend herself to do it?" Ruvik was eyeing the man with pure disgust. "Is this the type of monstrosity you practice at the hospital? Did you do this to the other boys too?"

Marcelo just stood there in silence. Looking at Ruvik confused. Looking like he didn't have the slightest idea of what he was talking about.

"What do you mean?" Marcelo asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"She has two broken ribs and several bruises all over her body. Is there really a poison capable of doing all this?" Ruvik crossed his arms. He searched Marcelo's face for a sign that he actually did know what that was about, but failed. "If it wasn't you, then one of your interns did."

Jimenez looked at the girl for a moment, and then he looked around. It was Laura's room, and that alone should be enough to let him curious, Ruvik thought as he observed the doctor. No. Curious isn't quite the right word to describe it... Maybe surprised. Or even concerned.

"You shouldn't let her walk around the house freely." Marcelo said bluntly. "[y/n] can be really hostile at times. She's unpredictable, and there's this... uncanny thing about her..."

Would you look at that? The old fox was concerned.

"Uncanny?" Ruvik repeated. The word felt strange in his lips. It almost tickled. He looked at [y/n]'s unconscious form. "Maybe..."

The girl was not normal, that much was clear. She had managed to ignore the pain of her broken ribs, and even act like nothing was even happening while internally bleeding, he thought. She played with him. Talked about his past as if she had been there - what wasn't possible. So there was something wrong. Completely out of place. Still, uncanny was also a word that didn't seem fit for her.

"She told me that she blackmailed you to get out of the hospital." Ruvik said contemplatively. "How did she know about the boys? Was that why you beaten her?"

Marcelo looked displeased while he thought about the answer. He mumbled something inaudible before he spoke;

"I really don't know why you keep accusing me of being responsible for her injuries. It wasn't me." He stated. "And I had been asking myself this same question since the day I met her."