You open your eyes and look around. You feel a shooting pain in your back "Fuck" you mumble you see your corset and bandages on the table by you. You look at what your wearing a shirt that's at least 6 sizes bigger and no pants. You begin to check all your cutting spots and all of them have there bandages or makeup removed. You hear foot steps and you cover your body with a blanket on the bed your laying on.
You look at the man that you saw before you passed out this time without his mask but a bandanna and sunglasses. He sits down next to you with wound clean and bandages and grabs your arm revealing your cutting wounds. You yank your arm out of his grip "Please don't touch me" He grunted "Well if I don't clean out your wounds they will get infected and kill you". "Why should I trust you to do this". He just grabs your arm and begins to clean your wound. "AHH FUCK" you swear at the burning pain cleaning your wounds. "Sorry miss it's for the best though" "My names (Y/N) Miss is to formal" you say between yelps of pain "Mines Roadhog".
He begins to hum trying to calm you down as he cleans out the wounds on your thighs. The deep hums soothe you and you close your eyes and pass out.
[ROADHOGS POV]
"Why would such a beautiful girl hurt such a gorgeous body" I fix her shirt so it didn't show her panties when Jamison walked in god knows what he'd do. I rub my fingers across her scars on her arms frowning. I walk off to let her sleep in peace.
