When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 1

People. People everywhere. Even worse, men everywhere. In my house. Well, technically it's the CCG's house, but, you know. My house.

It hadn't been too long since the raid went south, yet there had to be more than fifty people in my house. It made sense, seeing as the hospitals were either overflowed with normal citizens or completely crushed by whatever the hell kind of tentacle thing that that ghoul crushed the city with. Seeing as I'm a medic, and the best in my field, everyone with bad injuries that needed my immediate attention were in my house. It was semi convenient seeing as my house was untouched in the raid and had all of my medical supplies, but still, the situation was a tad stressful.

My thoughts were interrupted by my name being called from behind me. I turned around from my place in the kitchen to see the living room, formerly home to a coffee table and some chairs, covered in military cots and injured men. Blood resigned pretty much everywhere, and I suddenly realized I was in the kitchen to get medical tape and wasn't supposed to be spacing out.

I hurried back to the injured man I was working on and wrapped the tape around two of his fingers as well as sew up a gash in his arm. I turned around to see some kind of amateur medic attempting to bandage a head wound and failing. Failing hard.

     "What's happening over here?" I said, unwrapping the mess of fabric tied around the man's head and examining it. "O-oh, sorry, is it bad?" The young medic said. I looked down at the girl kneeling beside the cot. She looked like she just saw a ghost. I sighed and looked back to the wound that looked a lot like a chemical burn. "Don't worry love," I said with a tired smile, trying to comfort the stupid little thing. "I can take care of it. For now will you worry about keeping all of my necessities stocked? I'm going to need a lot of thread and wire for all of these sutures."

The girl quickly nodded and hurried away, but I was paying more attention to cleaning this head injury. I got a call from an upstairs room about a broken leg and quickly finished my work on the burn victim. I ran up the stairs to the room where all of the girls were. It was a smaller room that belonged to a man named Hinata that was on my squad.

     Was.

The room, similar to the living room, was filled with cots and people in a shit ton of pain. I took a deep breath and walked to the girl with the broken leg. There were so many people that needed my attention. It was overwhelming.

About two hours and a crap load of people later, I was finally done for the night. At least, that's what I thought.

Every single room in this god forsaken house was filled to the brim with people. I mean filled. If there was one more person, I would have to let them sleep in my room, and after this long ass day? I needed my room. My solitude. And I know it may seem selfish, but just a friendly reminder that I had been fighting all day with the rest of the squads and been badly injured too, which for the sake of my comrades I had refrained from thinking about.

I went to the bathroom closest to the room I had just left and lifted my shirt slightly to reveal messy and bloodied bandages from my rushed efforts to heal myself. I slowly unwrapped the bandages, but the blood made the layers stick together, making me wince in pain. "Excuse me!" I heard a voice call to me from right outside the bathroom.

"Uhm. Yes?" I said back, trying to sound the friendliest I could while peeling my own skin off.

   "I just got here from the raid, I have some wounds, I was just going to lie down but it seems all of the rooms are filled to the brim~" the voice giggled a bit after the sentence.

After not replying for a few seconds the voice chimed out again. "Where would you like me to go? I was told the owner of the house was in the bathroom~ I'll stay wherever is most convenient!"

I let out a sigh of frustration and stress before thinking a bit.

The voice sounds feminine enough, and if I need to spend time healing their wounds, I may as well do it in my room.

"Uhm. You can stay in the room to your right. The bed should be made, and I'll be in there in a second to tend to your wounds."

"Alright, thank you~" the voice sang out.

What the hell is this shit so happy about.

I eventually got the bandages off of my skin and washed the blood off of my hands and torso. It hurt like a bitch but I was accustomed to the pain. I went back to my room, forgetting that I let the stranger in, and looked up to see something a bit surprising.

First off, and I know my anatomy, that was not a female I let into my room. It was a guy. A cute guy, but nonetheless I was sick and tired of seeing half naked men and I needed to sew the bleeding gash on my stomach.

The boy was petting my cat, who I had locked in my room while tending to everyone's wounds, but aside from that, I couldn't help but study the boy's appearance. He had raven hair, which was held up by a few loose pins and stuck to his face, likely because of sweat, or blood. My bed was neatly made, but he wasn't inside of it, instead kneeling beside it to pet my white haired cat, who was perched on my pillow and looked very happy.

Oh shit. I should say something, shouldn't I?

"H-hey." I said. It came out way more strained than I wanted, and I was very uncomfortably leaning on the doorframe and holding my side, which felt like it was about to bleed through my already bloody, sweaty, and quite frankly horrific shirt. (I actually think there might've been vomit on it.)

The boy looked up at me and blinked a bit, as if he was trying to adjust to the hideous sight of me. I moved inside the room a bit more, supporting myself on the wall.

     "Hello. Is this, your room?" He said as he took his gaze away to anywhere but my sad appearance, probably to subconsciously make me feel better about looking like a train wreck on ice skates. "Yeah. It is. You can get in the bed, I'm just going to sleep on the floor."

     He brought his gaze back to me, his eyes meeting mine. I couldn't help but notice how pretty they were. It's not everyday you see ruby red eyes and raven hair attached to that pale of a skin tone. My eyes trailed down to the rest of him, gazing at the red stitches that marked up his right arm and to his neck, down to his chest. It was just then I noticed he had been talking.

Shit. Were you really too busy checking him out to listen to the words coming out of his mouth, (y/n)?

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" I said, looking back to eyes. He just blinked again and widened his eyes a bit.

"Hm? Oh! I said that by the looks of you, you should be the one sleeping in the bed!"
My eyes widened too before looking down at myself. Just what I thought. Train wreck on ice skates. I looked back up to him and blushed out of embarrassment. "I- sorry for my appearance, I haven't had the time to- um, oh! You need medical attention, don't you?"

AUTHORS NOTE: HEHEHEHEH HI! I don't really think anyone will read this but tbh I just need to get writing this out of my system. Plus I don't think I'm toooooo bad at writing, so maybe the few people that read this will be all like "wow I've found such a treasure wow amazing wow" anyhoo you should comment if this is as bad as I think it is or not tehe. In quarantine I have literally nothing else to do but write this, so uhh be prepared lmao.