The Orphanage. {Reader x Law}

Extreme Pain.

Law has officially gone from being the hottest thing you ever did see to someone you want to strangle. 

Your teeth are currently clamped down on your knuckles as the raven works on your arm, he spotted a small piece of metal stuck inside your flesh wound so he's trying to pick it out with a pair of tweezers now. 

Oh my God, it hurts!

"Stop moving." Law grumbles softly, gripping onto your bicep tightly as he digs the tweezers slightly deeper into your shoulder, finally managing to grab the metal shard before plucking it out.

Of course, this sends a burning sensation throughout the wound and causing you to yelp out in pain but thankfully, Drake covers your mouth to prevent you from waking the entire household. Your eyes watering as you cry out against the brunette's palm but at least the metal is gone now. 

Your trainee doctor dropping the shard into the trash before he reaches for a medicine bottle instead, anti-bacteria by the looks of it. "Breathe in." Law instructs, not even giving you a choice to comply before he squirts the cut. 

WHYYY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME?!

Another pain-riddled cry being muffled by Drake's hand, the sweetheart wearing an expression that seems to scream regret for taking you in and trying to help you. Law dabbing away some of the blood with a piece of cotton wool before he begins to dress the wound.

"It'll be fine, [F/n]-ya. Just don't poke it around too much and come back to me tomorrow night and I'll change the dressing for you." The raven wearing a slight smirk as he ties off the bandage, he almost looks like he's enjoying the blood...or even your pain. 

Come back here? Do I look like I enjoy being butchered, boy?

"I...think I'm good. But thanks."

"Don't be a wimp, you'll need the dressing changed so that your injury doesn't get infected." His remark both surprises and annoys you. Of course, he did just help you so your sense of gratitude is wondering if you can even react or if you should just take the slander in your stride.

Hell no. I'm no wimp, rude asshole.

"I'd like to see you act braver with a piece of metal stuck in your flesh!" Your slightly loud reaction only getting you shushed by Drake and Law merely shrugging it off, that smirk still not leaving his lips or even wavering.

This guy is a fucking smart ass!

"I wouldn't be playing with fireworks. Especially not while I'm drunk." Law calmly responds, completely scrambling your brain in the process. Drake never told him what happened and you sure as hell didn't so you can't help but wonder how on earth he knows about that.

Drake doesn't even know I've had a drink! What the fuck?!

"How did y--"

"You smell." The tan male effortlessly and bluntly cutting you off, already seeming to know what you were going to ask. "I could smell the gunpowder first of all, then you spoke and the alcohol hit my face." 

Oh...right, the smells...

"Well thanks anyway for your help." You decide to express your gratitude before he says anything too offensive and earns himself a headbutt. "And I apologize for disturbing your slumber."

Suddenly your trainee doctor's aura changes, his smirk softens a little, almost resembling a smile. But you don't get to enjoy the view for long since he turns his back on you and gives a small shrug of his shoulders. "It's nothing, I've had to do worse." Is all he carelessly mumbles, waltzing over to his bed before dropping himself down on it, once again burying his face into his pillow.

Jeez, he's a lazy fucker.

"And to you, Drake." Your sights now drifting toward the kind brunette who had found you, he still looks a little worried about you, even now that you've been all patched up. "And I'm sorry for, uh...calling you an asshole...and a creep...and threatening to hurt you before."

These guys better appreciate what I'm saying, I hate apologizing. 

"Heh, It's fine." Drake smiles sheepishly, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his head nervously. The poor thing did take some shit from you earlier, bless his nerdly little heart. "I guess it makes sense, you didn't know who I was..." 

He's even condoning my actions, what a precious little nugget! Someone protect him!

With that you're off, thanking Drake again before you make your way back to your own room. It's dark and you can't see anything along this hallway but you can hear someone giggling, must be one of the girls since it definitely isn't Baby 5.

Hold up...is it a ghost? It's a fucking ghost, isn't it. 

Without freaking yourself out like you had done previously in the park, you hotfoot your way into the bedroom, trying to be quiet as you close the door behind you and feeling somewhat safe from ghosts now. 

Heh, who am I even kidding? They're not real!

"[F/n]?" The only thing that stops you from screaming at the girly voice is the gasp that blasts it's way out of your mouth, instinctively you swing around but only to spot Baby 5. The purple-haired cutie sat up in bed, flicking the bedside lamp on. "W-Where have you been?"

Phew...BITCH, DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!

"Uh," You're about to lie to her until you realize that you're speaking to Baby 5 and that there's no need for such measures since she's not a snitch, her dark blue eyes resting on your newly-bandaged arm. "I may have had an accident earlier, don't worry about it though. Law fixed me up."

You assume she'd know who you mean considering she's been here since she was young and probably knows everybody in this place, although she looks confused by your answer. Her brows knitting together as she stares at you in bewilderment. 

"...Law?"

Does she not know him?

"Yes?" You're now beginning to ask yourself if you had gotten his name wrong, your hands coming up to point to your chest as you try to explain the male to her properly. "Uh...tattoos, tan, goat--"

"I know who you mean." She quietly chimes, a smile slowly forming across her lips as she frowns in what looks like deep thought. "But...aren't you mad at how much he charges for medical treatment?"

You what?

"He...didn't charge me?" You heard Drake say he'll pay him, sure. But Law said there's no need and he didn't indicate that he wanted your money so you assume this treatment was free. "Does he usually charge people?"

I'm so fucking lost right now.

"If he doesn't like or know you, then yes." The girl simply shrugs the curiosity off as she turns around, allowing you to change your clothes in privacy. Not that you care either way, you're both girls so it wouldn't bother you so much if she saw you in your underwear regardless.

"This is gonna be one awesome scar though~!" A grin etched into your features as you slip into your pajama shirt, a small pool of blood already visible through the bandage but Law was insistent that it isn't going to kill you and that it's bleeding a lot due to arm fat in that particular area. "I'm gonna troll people and say I got shot, bet they'd actually believe it too~!"

"How did you even hurt yourself?"

"Oh, you might wanna get comfy, Babe. It's a looong story."

A smirk etching into your features as she literally shifts in her bed, laying her head back down onto her pillow but keeping her eyes on you, waiting for you to tell her all about it. She's like a little girl waiting for a bedtime story.

Such a cutie.