Complicated. (Julian Assange x Reader)

In the house

I let out a massive sigh as I entered the house, "Look, I'm not currently planning on beating you up or any of the twisted stuff James does, I only want you to help me so that I can help you. So I would appreciate if you make it easy" I heard him swallow his saliva, I opened the back door and helped him up, I got him into the house when he walked in I took the key and closed the door, then headed towards him... God, he was hot, so tall and handsome. I freed his legs using a small knife, then got up and got ready to take the tape off his mouth, "Please don't scream, I'll be gentle with it" I slowly started peeling it off, so that it didn't further hurt him. I could now see his whole face, he had a black eye and lots of cuts and bleeding everywhere,
"What has he been doing to you?" I said to myself, he remained silent. I then freed  his hands and sat him down on the couch while I grabbed the first aid from the kitchen.

My POV: You delicately took care of the wounds, you cleaned them and then even sewn the larger ones up, good thing he was to exhausted to put up a fight, you also kept on talking to him, about just small talk like about music or the weather but he didn't even say a thing. After a you were done with all of the ones on his hands and face, you smiled and stood up to throw away the bloody towels and the plaster packagings, you were heading back to him when you noticed blood dripping from the back of his shirt. It was all over his back you metaphorically face palmed yourself for not noticing it earlier. "Oh my god" you ran your thumb down his back he flinched. Then you realized that it was much worse than it seemed...

Y/N's POV: I gently took his shirt off, which was pretty difficult due to the fact that the blood had dried and had now stuck to the shirt. What I found was much worse than what I thought it would be. For a bit I contemplated of weather I should take him to a hospital. I then came to a conclusion that it would be both stupid and dangerous since people were also after him. 

I tried to clean the wounds with salt water and disinfectant, but then he passed out of pain, so I cleaned the wounds while he was passed out. Maybe it's for the better that he passed out since that would have been hella painful so it's good he won't remember it. When I finished wrapped a bandage around his whole chest, then I dragged the passed out Julian across the floor, and up the stairs into my bedroom, I lay him down in my bed and put the covers and blankets on him, I stood there for a bit, watching his chest rise and fall in an erratic manner, it sent shivers down my spine. He was hypnotizing I ran my fingers through his platinum blonde hair and turned the lights out and whispered "goodnight Mr. Assange"  as you left the room. Then you got changed into a T-shirt and a pair of boxers and went to lay on the couch downstairs. Windows in the house can only be opened via my phone so he can't run away. I locked the door as well and put the key in my pocket.

My POV: that night you dreamt about what had happened at the airport ten years ago, the scene over and over again...

A/N: That's it for today my lovely potatoes, sorry it's so short, I'll try to make the next one longer. Bai.