I guess I finally have friend... (Jason the Toymaker x Reader)

Uh oh....

 (I LIIIIIVVVVVEEE) (Sorry guys I've been really busy and my depression has decided to come stay a spell, yay, but I'm still trying to write for you guys!)

As you walked back into Jason's bedroom you saw just how red and puffy his eyes were, and his face still looked slightly cracked, but it seemed he was calming down.

"(Y/N)?" Jason asked.

"Yea?" 

"Why is there blood on the sheets? Are you ok?" He asked.

Uh oh....

"I'm fine, are you ok?" You asked him, trying to divert attention away from yourself.

"I'm not sure..." He replied.

"Let me see" you said.

Jason then laid down on the bed as you felt/looked him over for any cuts or scratches, he then flipped over and allowed you to search the other side of him, fortunately for him, and unfortunately for you he had not scratched himself at all. And you couldn't lie to Jason, or could you!

No. No you couldn't.

"No cuts at all, you're fine!" You said trying to sound soft enough to comfort him but still cheery enough so that he hopefully wouldn't try to check you. 

"Y/n...C-Can I check you for a-any c-cuts..." Jason stuttered 

You couldn't deny him, that would make him feel bad and worry more, so you regrettably let him check you over.

"Alright." You said

You then laid down on the bed allowing Jason to search you over.

"Hey, (Y/n), is it alright if I unbutton your shirt so I can see..." He asked.

"Oh, sure." You said, still nervous of how he would react.

Jason the began to unbutton the nightshirt he had loaned you. As soon as he took off your shirt he gasped, his eyes going wide at he sight of slightly bloodied bandages.

"No. Nononononononono..." he said softly as he pulled his hands away from you and looked down at them in fear.

"(Y/n)? Did, are you ok?" He asked worriedly 

"Yea, I'm fine Jason." You reassured him, even though your sides did kinda sting

He then slowly brought his hands to the bandages and began to run his hands over them, causing you to hiss in pain as he went over a particularly deep gash.

"You're not fine." Stated and picked you up trying not to touch the bandages as he went down the hall a bit and in a door. He then laid you on what looked a bit like a surgical table, causing you to go into a small panic since you hated hospitals.

"Umm, Jason" you asked

"Yes?" He answered 

"Why do we have to be in here..." you asked quietly

"Because this is where my medical stuff is." he replied 

"Oh" you said, still not liking the fact it look hospital like...

Jason came back over to were you were laying wearing gloves and carrying what you liked least of all, a syringe.

You began to shake at the sight of the needle

"Shhhhh" he reassured "it'll be alright, it's just gonna knock you out so you don't feel anything."

Man, that sentence would have really terrified you a lot more if you didn't trust Jason, but it was still terrifying.

However you simply nodded as the needle went into you arm, Jason calming you through the injection.

Everything around you then began to fade into black....