Bite me (JunkratxReader)

#11= Sweet Issues

The thing that woke you in the morning was the faint knock on the door and the following annoyed snarl you heard from Jamie, who was still closely intertwined with you. Attempting to get out of bed, you ungraceful fall out of it with a muted thud, groaning in vexation that your entire abdomen hurts like you had consumed shattered glass; even though you knew it was far from that. You fleetly remember what had happened last night, what were they thinking doing something like that to you? No better yet, what were you thinking letting them do that in the first place? You could have just protested, but you didnt, why was actually beyond you. It wouldn't have been desperation, but maybe you were just too weak to say no to anything Rat wanted from you; which as you assume might be dangerous. You were beginning to think that these two scummy people had actually planned the whole thing from the start, you would ask Rat about it later, this was far from done.

And if he actually did plan it, you were going to be sure he would pay accordingly. You rise to your feet, leaning on the wall for support, arms tightly slung around your aching abdomen. Opening the door a concerned looking Angela greeted your pale face "Guten Tag liebes, you look...sick." You force a petty smile, arms wrapped around your stomach area tighter at the sudden discomfort of her presence, you knew she would be able to tell what you had been up to so recklessly "Morning Doc, I just think I ate something foul yesterday, that's all." You lie clumsily, she sees right through your e/c eyes pained look, sighing at the obvious truth as she shakes her head gently "I am speechless dear, sometimes i'm not sure why you even bother, are you just a masochist or obstinate to prove a point to yourself?" She steps closer to you, and without a word of warning proceeds to tug your shirt upwards a bit, revealing your bruised stomach; the the hue of red and blue mixing into a dark violet collage of bruises "My god dear, I just patched you up yesterday. What on earth did you do to make them this bad again?" Angela glances into your room, throwing Jamie a dirty look before turning back to you.

"Anyway, wake up your filthy sidekick, I want to start the psychotherapy before you end up killing each other. I can't stand seeing young people like you so uncareful with their youth." She growls with a obvious spite towards the aussie. You sigh, head hanging lower in a hint of guilt you stumble back to the bed "Hey, dirt boy, get up, we have things to do." You mumble, tugging on Jamies arm to wake him up "It's to early for therapy." He growls, hiding his face behind the cushion "I know, it's always to early for therapy, but if you don't want to take medicine, then this is our only option right now." You huff with a quiet voice "Fine, but when we are done there, we will do something more fun." He demands tiredly, peeking at your face close to his "Sure, whatever you want." You hum playfully, giving him a peck on the cheek, earning yourself a short chuckle.

"Is that all I get?" He teases, pulling your face closer by the chin before giving you a sticky french kiss, which you return so automatically and warmly you nealy forget why you were here in the first place. Angela still standing in the door frame taps her foot impatiently "Come on you two, I don't have all day. Get your head out of the gutter." You flinch up a bit, almost forgotten she was there, the sweet familiarity of his taste was such a trip in itself "Um, sorry doc." You mumble, breaking the kiss reluctantly. Jamie isn't all to happy with Angelas pushyness either, but nonetheless gets out of bed soon enough. The Swiss lady leads you back to her office, a rather large, well lit room, the smell of disinfectant tingling in your nose. She mootions you to sit down on the chairs that were placed opposite to her "Now, I went through a few possible ways for our further cooperation." She announces sternly