Eddy/Ray
//Warning: unethical medical practices//
Eddy's eyes narrowed into thin slits to show his disdain as his arms were pulled behind his back —irritating his already injured shoulder—to tie in a bruising hold. Then the dumb man trying to shove things in his mouth was a completely different annoyance.
Teeth sunk down into meaty fingers drawing blood, Eddy would fight even if it meant he would have to tear them apart with his teeth.
Victor growled," Know your place, if you behave boss may treat you well"
He pinched the assassin's nose closed as he pushed the intruding digits further with the drug forcing the younger man to swallow if he desired to breath again.
Eddy choked it down as an unwanted cry raked through his body, he was so mad at himself and the humiliation filling his veins in a rush of emotions overtook him. Once Victor pulled back, he curled up pitifully–from where he thrashed out of the chair–choking and sputtering on the cold floor until the sedate overtook his senses; Allowing the embarrassment to fade into black.
The rookie licked his lips nervously feeling the boss shove something in one of his pockets. He found himself becoming happy that the prisoner was drugged; Otherwise it would become a challenge to transport the man, if the nasty bite wounds on Victor's hands told the newbie anything. Secondly he was very happy that he only retrieved the drug instead of being the one to force the assassin to eat it.
" I'll get the job done, sir. Thank you for the opportunity of letting me deal with such an important prisoner"
" Then get to it Ray," One of the older guards sneered, obviously not trusting the younger in such an important task but Ray would prove himself worthy: He had to.
Quickly Ray scurried over to the now knocked out man, he couldn't help but pity the sad looking form huddled in something similar to the fetal position from struggling himself out of the chair.
How he was going to do this, he wasn't sure. First things first was getting the Assassin to a car or other mode of transport, secondly was to deal with the bullet wound seeing the piece of metal never went entirely through plus the blood loss along with the stress of the situation could possibly lead to an unwanted death. Ray was having a leading suspicion that Brett didn't really want this man dead so he would take the precautions of keeping Eddy alive.
With a show of strength, Ray lifted the lithe man to carry over his shoulder: It almost looked like he was carrying a bag of potatoes. Although Eddy looked way nicer than a potato.
With that, the Rookie was off leaving the boss and other cronies to discuss other matters.
" I wonder what made you freeze up like that. By the attire and your aim you obviously knew what you were doing." He of course got no reply because he was basically talking to a corpse: Eddy was dead but without the commitment," You must have favor for boss or something. Or maybe this was part of your plan. I must say getting captured is kinda dumb one yet strangely intelligent. After all you are being brought back to the house and Boss will be dealing with you personally. It sounds like a good opening"
Ray made a resolve to keep an extra good eye on the prisoner. He didn't want his new boss to get so easily killed if this was a strange trap.
The idea of bringing an assassin back to the mansion was baffling to him, over all it seemed absurd. He tried to keep his traitorous mind in check, it wasn't his place to judge the boss's decisions. He followed obediently.
Luckily no one was in the car garage to hear his one-sided conversation.
This was probably a good time to look at whatever Brett had put in his pocket.
It seemed to be a sticky note:
Bring him to the guest room in the left wing near my personal quarters. It's the most monitored corridor as well as the most guarded.
–Boss
Ray stared at the small message, his traitorous thoughts spiking up again. No, he would not question it! He could not question it!
Anyways he had more dyer problems to deal with like the blood spilling out of badly placed bandages. Those other guards seemed profoundly incompetent.
" Boss seems fond of you so I will also take good care of you. I think he'd kill me if I didn't though" He sighed taking Eddy to a car, laying him down on the back seat–vinegar and cold water would be needed later to clean the bodily fluid oozing into the fabric. Nimble hands searched for the medical kit they kept under the driver's seat encase of drive by shootings or other violent possibilities.
Alcohol swabs: Check ;Tweezers: Check; Lighter: Check; Needle and suture:Check ...gauze and bandages were also laid out but not for immediate use. Those were for after the procedure.
Ray gingerly prepped the area with the wipes, then started to dig inside the wound with tweezers to get the bullet out. This was going to hurt later, as of now it was perfect procedure timing with the subject completely out. The bullet was admittedly hard to get, it had fractured–possibly from coming in contact with the collarbone, it was hard to tell without an ex-ray; Nonetheless, he had managed to get all fragments out.
Next was to loop the suture through the needle. This was one of the most unpleasant parts in Ray's eyes. It was like sowing but with human flesh, the visual and the sound was enough to make him gag. However the absolute worse was when it came down to the lighter, having to burn the wound shut in order for the veins to seal and heal up. The stench caused vile to rise up in his throat yet his hand stayed unwavering along with his demeanor. It had to be done.
Once done he pressed the gauze to the injury then wrapped it in place with the bandages," Let's get you to the manor now since you won't bleed over his fancy carpet"
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Eddy's eyes fluttered open, he was in a room he didn't recognize —It looked like a place his honeymoon would be—and it felt like he was lying on a cloud.
The pain in his shoulder and the ropes on his wrist soon reminded him of his current situation, he didn't have much time to think about it though because the cherry door started to open..
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FanfictionCollab with Geertwim! Brett sighed, hiding a smile "I see you haven't changed one bit, Eddy" Eddy looking away shyly with a small huff, " Wish I could say the same to you, you're more machine than man unlike your old bright self" But it would be a...
