Lost and Found (a Pennywise x reader story)

Bandages

I slowly open my eyes... a massive headache hitting me immediately. What happened... where was I?
I blink a couple times, then groaning.

I find a pair of bright blue iris's in front of me. I gasp, my arms quickly trying to move me away but they immediately stiffen. I cry out, feeling immense pain throughout my body.
My bones felt like glass, cracked and bruised, causing pain through any movement I made.

The eyes back up, the clown following with them. He scans me, raising a hand to signal me to stop moving, as if I wanted to.

"You went through a heavy blow" he states.

I gulp, my throat feeling excruciatingly dry "h-how?"

"A car" he answers "you knew that, didn't you?"

I close my eyed, trying to remember if it was really a car but Pennywise interrupts

"Had to drag you back. Let you heal. You've been asleep for a long time."

"How the hell am I suppose to heal in the sewers?!" I try to yell but it comes out hoarse "I need a hospital!"

"Hospital" Pennywise mimics. He probably never even heard of one!

"I need- I don't know, stitches for cuts! Braces for broken bones! Bandages!Something to let me know I don't have a fucking concussion!" I sob, my voice coming out like gasps and whines.

Pennywise simply watches my whole panic episode, then looking to the pile of things. He stands and goes to it, then looking through it. He grabs things he seem like he didn't want and threw them aside or behind him. The things he did seem to want he threw next to me.

He threw things like small bandages, ripped cloth, sticks, metal, wood, and more items that seemed more confusing by the minute.

Pennywise seems to finish when he turns back to me, walking away from the pile and to the smaller pile he made beside me.

"Can you get up?" He asks, a soft tone.

I look to him in shock and anger "didn't you just see-"

"Try."

His single command made me go silent. I try to look down to my arms, my neck even hurting. I bend my fingers, thankful that they may be the only things that didn't hurt. I press my hand against the gravel, the forcing my arm to push against it. I let out a cry, feeling pain radiate through my arms. I bend my right leg, my thighs burning and my ankle feeling twisted.
I sink my sole to the gravel and force myself to sit up at least a little. I feel myself almost fall back but Pennywise catches me with his arm.
I breath heavily, finally relaxing everything.

Pennywise goes behind me, seeming to sit down. He then makes me lean back against him. I avoid looking up to him, not wanting to cause myself any more pain.

He grabs my left arm, checking it. I wince, but only see a couple bruises. He checks my other arm. I let out a short cry, my arm fragile to the touch. I assumed it must be a broken bone.
Pennywise grabs it a little tighter, making me let out a yelp of pain. Then a crack was heard. That somehow made it feel less painful. He grabs some cloth and puts one around my arm, then another to tie it in place as some makeshift brace.

He looks to my legs, his long arms able to somewhat reach them. He starts at my thighs, then slides down. I wince but they also seemed to just be bruises and cuts. Pennywise puts bandages on the cuts.

After that, he began to grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. I quickly push it down "what the fuck are you doing?!"

"Checking for injuries. Isn't that what you wanted?" He asks.

"I can check for myself" I mutter, trying to sit up by myself. But I let out a hitched breath, feeling my body ache. I fall back against Pennywise.

He ignores my statement, pulling my shirt up. My side had a huge bruise, but not much scratches or cuts.
Yet, with the obvious look of not having much injuries, Pennywise places his hand on my stomach, his gloved fingers softly gliding against my skin as he examined it.
I let out shivers of goosebumps, not exactly knowing why I didn't tell him to stop.

I push down my shirt, my hand shaking a bit "I think I'll be fine..."

We stay in silence, my body still laying against Pennywise.

I had many questions, and by now I didn't care how he'd react to them, as long as he'd answer.

"Who were those people... in the restaurant" I ask.

"People from the past" he answers.

"And what's your obsession with them, huh??"

"...They want to kill me" Pennywise answers.

I was surprised he said it with little hesitation. I blink a couple times, processing that. Was killing him such a bad thing anyways?
I didn't think so.
But I keep my thoughts to myself.

"Why do you want me here?" I ask next.

"Like I said. To be friends."

"Yeah but it has to be more than that. It can't be cause you're just lonely."

"What other reason would there be? You think I'd like to starve myself? Crave your fear?" He suddenly starts talking in a gruff voice. His hand slides to my neck, his pointer finger pushing my chin up to look at him from above. His eyes were a dark orange, his expression a bit annoyed " like I've said before, I can satisfy my needs, if need be."

My stomach drops from that statement. I shake my head, a lump in my throat preventing me from speaking.

He lets go after that, a sort of aggressiveness to it. I hold my chin, rubbing it.
I guess next question.

"What now?" I ask.

There was a silence after that question, I guess he was thinking.
He puts a strand of my hair behind my ear,  feeling his head lay against my own
"you heal."