Hatchets (Ticci Toby x Reader)

↞Quick Thinking↠

She had only passed out a few moments ago but Toby was quick to his feet to get her back to the couch. 

Soon after he adjusts her limp body onto the sofa he hastily makes his way to the bathroom looking through his cabinets.

Despite this being his home of a few years he still never quite knew why he still had to search for things, you think that finally being on your own you would have everything the exact way you have always wanted but in Toby's case this wasn't accurate. 

He never really had time to make this place his actual home. 

If anything he only stayed here a few days or maybe even a week of the average month, he was always doing those tedious missions his boss had consistently assigned to him. 

Often, the missions consisted of getting rid of those who began to get nosy about his boss or even nosy about the woods. His boss didn't like when regular people would try to find him as if he was a legend. 

Well he was but his boss had a constant goal. To live forever and the blood on his proxies aided him. He chose a few to guide him to the path of eternity, as his boss would say. 'You could live forever alongside me in the world after the plague.' 

Whatever that meant. His boss would always say complex sentences that would only confuse the twenty year-old. 

Maganging to locate the needle and thread, along with other cleaning and patching products he went back into the room where he had left the girl. 

He look a look at her arm, he never had to sew before so this was foreign to him. He looks back in his mind trying to figure out how exactly she had sewn him up. 

He takes a deep breath, he's nervous, extremely nervous. 

He didn't want to mess up and make things worse but he knew that she was out cold for a reason and it needed to be resolved, and quick. 

Taking another breath he leveled her arm to get a better look, he first grabbed a thick cloth and started to wipe away the red consistency.

He then looked for the alcohol. He had heard that liquor works just the same. 

He pours the vodka onto the wound to clean it. Jack had once told him that it was important to clean his wounds, if he didn't and the wound was bad enough he could possibly cause an infection without him knowing. 

He had also told him that without treating the infection it was also possible that he could lose the limb the wound was attached to which is not what he wanted. 

He needed his limbs. 

After he dabbed a different cloth on her wound he took a breath, this was the big one. This was the most important part. 

He stuck the needle, puncturing her bruised skin. She didn't flinch or jolt to his surprise, she must be really out cold. 

He took note of how far apart each of his incisions were to try to give her the best stitches he could give her. So far they looked clean and even, as if he's done this a million times before. 

He inserted the last puncture and pulled the string, causing the gaps to close once again. There was a definite line where the would split but it looked fine and even lining. 

He tied a knot at the end to make sure that the string wouldn't unfold and stream through her arm, opening up the wound once again. 

He then got the cloth that had the Vodka on it and rubbed her arm again, gently.