When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 2

"You need medical attention, don't you?" I said, changing the subject to something more important.

"Oh, yes! But, don't you want to change or something first?"

I let a quiet laugh out. "Uh, yes! I'll change, sure. You can get in the bed so that I can take a look at you and sew you up." I gave him a tired smile and fixed my posture, pushing myself off of the wall and walking across the room towards my closet. (The closet is a fancy walk-in one for purposes of being able to change tehe.)

Before I could close the closet door, I saw the boy clear his throat a bit and start unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his colorful suspenders. His chest continued the pattern of red stitches and it was riddled with cuts and burns. I closed the door faster and drew in a quick shaky breath, trying to clear my head and deny the blush trying to creep up on my cheeks. I took off my dirty long sleeve shirt that was once white but now red, brown, and yellow.

Ew.

I would put on a different shirt, but my cut would just bleed through that one too and I didn't want to stain my very small wardrobe of clothes. I ended up putting on a sports bra that was dark grey and changed into high-waisted sweat pants that I tied extra tight to make my waist look good. I looked into the wall-mounted mirror and checked myself out a bit. My hair was in a tangled braid and I was covered in scratches and burns that had yet to be tended to. I sighed, knowing that I would have to sew myself up after healing the boy in my bed. I looked at my watch. 11:47.

It's late, huh.

I tapped the watch a bit, hoping it would fix itself and tell me that it was earlier, and I could sleep for longer, however instead of fixing itself, the arrows became loose and started to spin to whatever direction was closer to the ground.

Stupid gravity. Stupid watch.

I quietly cursed at myself as I opened the closet door again, still looking and fiddling with my watch. "Damn it, of course you broke it (y/n)."

I took the watch off and set it next to the thread and shit I needed to sew up whatever wounds the boy had. I turned around and walked towards him, disinfecting the needle and climbing onto the bed. When I looked up to him, he was already looking at me with an expressionless face, examining my beat-up and bleeding body. I felt my face heat up as I brought my less injured hand to cover as much of my chest and torso as possible. His eyes met mine, as if he wasn't just checking me out.

"(Y/n)-san, you have really bad injuries. Have you not payed any attention to yourself yet?"

My eyes widened a bit in shock, but I tried my best to go back to my resting face.

Of course. He was looking at my injuries, not my body, stupid (y/n). Wait, how does he know my name?

I lowered my arm and looked at it. I was in pretty bad shape, huh. I suppose I was pumped with so much adrenaline and stress I didn't realize that I needed medical attention as much as everyone else.
"(Y/n)?"

My eyes darted back to him and I rushed to explain myself, yet I didn't really know what to say. "Sorry, I was spacing out. I'll hurry up and fix myself right after you!" I said, smiling at him and moving closer to him, taking his arm in my hand and examining a burn that made its way up to his shoulder.

     He remained silent, gazing at the gash on my torso that was still oozing a bit of blood. (Ew I hate the word ooze I'm sorry for that lmao.) Once I had decided how many bandages and ointments I would need to heal him I went to my desk, picking the medicines I needed and hurrying back to him.

My bed was queen sized, so I had to get on the bed to reach the boy who was conveniently laying in the center of it. I took a rag that I had dipped in aloe barbadensis ointment and dabbed it on his shoulder, making him slightly wince at the sudden pain. (The juuzou in this story isn't immune to pain because it makes him easier to write teheheheh) "Sorry, I should've warned you." I half-ass muttered for the millionth time that day, not even bringing my eyes to meet his, but focusing on treating the burn.

He giggled a bit. "Don't worry about it~"

I nodded and continued to dab at the dried blood and dirt the sat on the wound before grabbing bandages. "Would you mind turning over so I can wrap these around the back of your shoulder?" I asked, holding the bandages up slightly so he could see them better.

"Sure, (y/n)-san!" He said happily, rolling away from me and exposing his bare back. Something about seeing such a muscular back made my cheeks and ears heat up.

     To take my mind off of it I quickly continued my task, carefully lifting up his arm to wrap the bandage around him. "By the way, how do you know my name?" I asked, uncomfortable with the silence I had created.

I gently rolled him back over, gazing into his eyes for a moment before sitting back up and grabbing sewing materials, cursing the feelings I couldn't explain. "Oh, that's easy~" he chimed. "You were talking to yourself earlier! Plus I recognize your name from some of the CCG meetings I've been to! We are both special investigators, after all, not to mention we are the two youngest investigators in our league!" He hummed and giggled after his sentence, smiling with his eyes closed for a moment before wincing in pain and grabbing the side of his neck.

I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned over him to the best of my ability, placing my hand on his wrist and moving it off of his neck so I could examine it. There was a cut there, nothing I couldn't handle but it couldn't have been comfortable or painless. I let out a huff of discontent and hopped off the bed to grab medical tape and smaller bandages so he could have more movement in his neck. I put some bacitracin on the wound and wrapped it gently.

     I smiled at my work and patted the bandage very gently before feeling a gaze on me. I brought my eyes to match his, wondering how long he had been looking at me and feeling my face heat up a bit. "I'm, I'm all done... Wait a minute, you said you were a special investigator too? What's your name?"

He looked at me with more of a confused look.

"You mean you don't recognize me at all? Even with all of these marks?"

"Sorry, I probably would I suppose. I'm just- I'm really tired and I don't go to a lot of meetings about smaller raids because I'm not really a fighter, you know?" I was rambling a bit, trying to not hurt his feelings or something. Is he someone who would be offended from not being recognized.

He giggled. "It's okay (y/n)-san! I don't usually show up to any boring meetings anyways!"

I sat back on my heels and nodded, a bit distracted by a cut going across his rib cage that looked like it needed stitches. I cleaned it quickly before turning around and grabbing the suture and sewing materials I had placed on my bed. As I rotated back to him I was taken out of my concentration by his cheerful voice again. "It's Juuzou, by the way."

I looked up to his eyes. "Hm?"

"My name silly! It's Juuzou! Juuzou Suzuya!"

"Oh, I see." I said, redirecting my gaze back to his chest. "Juuzou Suzuya." I quietly mumbled to myself.

Authors note: I shoved a potato up my ass today