[dr flug]
Pain is all I can feel. What happened? I try to sit up only to be pushed back down my the shoulder. "Careful, your rip the stitches..." I hear someone say. I open my eyes, it's a bit blurry but I can make out Blackhat.
That's when I remember what happened, How am I not dead?
"S-stitches?" I say confused . I look down, oh god. There's glass everywhere, Along with 3 gigantic gashes going form my stomach to my neck all stitched up.
"I couldn't take anymore of the glass out when you where unconscious, I couldn't be sure of your condition" he says.
I try to sit up again only to be pushed back down. "I need to find Dementia! She must feel awful!" I say looking up at him.
"No, you'll stay here, you still have glass shards sticking out of you and I don't think your in any condition to walk, I'll talk to her for you" he says.
I look down at the stitches, did he do these? It's not bad work actually, but it hurts like hell.
"You should try to sleep, get some rest and we'll take the rest of the glass out when you start felling a bit better." He says
[Blackhat]
He attempts to sit up again. I sigh. I help him to sit up sitting on the massive double bed next to him.
He looks uncomfortable, "I can't stay here until I'm better, I-I have work to finish and-" I cut him off.
"No, you'll stay here" I say one last time. He sighs. "I t-think I have glass in my eye" he says, his goggles did smash on impact, I should have thought about checking his face.
"C-can you look away for a second?" He asks me nervously. I sigh looking away. I hear him taking the bag off his face, he sighs. I start to hear crying.
"Flug?" He doesn't reply, "flug?" I say turning around, he's crying into his hands. Messy black curly hair falls down over his hands along with blood.
"What's wrong?" I ask him, he pulls away. Why does he always pull away. "Flug" I sigh putting my hands on his wrists, "move your hands" I say.
"I can't-it's horrible and if you see my face you'll hate me even more!" he says shaking his head.
"Hate you? I don't hate you flug" I say confused and for some reason hurt.
"H-huh?" He says, and there's the opening. I pull his arms away from his face pinning them down to the bed above him, sitting on his lower stomach, he yelps in pain.
He quickly looks away from me. I pull his face towards me examining his multiple scars and a few shards of glass, I look into his eyes.
He looks away from me, his light blue eyes are amazing. " I like your eyes" I say stroking his cheek. I run my hand through his black curly hair. "Your hairs really soft" I say. He looks at me blushing like crazy. I smirk. He gets flustered easily.
I clear the glass from his goggles off his face. "Does that feel any better?" I say removing the last of the glass form his face.
"Y-y-Yeah" he says. I chuckle at his nervousness, I look down at his chest and stomach, he's not bad looking. I smirk. "Well I'll get the rest of the glass out in the morning" I say getting off him. for now try and sleep" I say walking out.
[Dr flug]
Did he just...compliment me? Or did he just do that to make me embarrassed.
But what's even weirder, he didn't even say anything about the scars on my face. He didn't ask any questions about it, and he complimented me. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING.
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