When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 3

      "Juuzou Suzuya." I mumbled to myself while prepping the cut on his ribs for stitches.

Wait.

Wait a DAMN minute.

JUUZOU SUZUYA? CCG'S JASON? I- I DIDNT RECOGNIZE HIM I- I TOLD HIM I DIDN'T KNOW HIM I- SHITSHITHSHITSHIT

     My heart skipped several beats and my eyes widened. "Juuzou... Suzuya. I- I recognize you, sorry for not realizing sooner."

     "What's to be sorry for (y/n)-san?" He giggled before poking my forehead. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"

      I blinked a couple of times to break out of my flabbergasted face before giving him another tired smile, not really knowing what to say. I grabbed a needle and began sewing the numbed and cleaned cut. Juuzou let out a sigh of discontent and I looked up to him. "Sorry, does it hurt? I numbed it but you may feel some discomfort."

     "Oh? No, I'm not in discomfort, it's just sad you don't have any fun colors of thread to use!" He said, bringing his hand up in front of his face and rotating it around to display the red stitches wrapping around it.

    "I see. I'm sorry, but I used the fun thread earlier before I got a restock of materials."

I really didn't. To be honest I don't own "fun" thread.

     He gave me a smile. "Don't worry! By the way, have you been working on all the people in the house by yourself?"

    "Well, I've had some other medics help get me the things I need and fetch food for everyone and all that, but unfortunately the CCG is lacking in their actual healing department and they rely on hospitals way too much, which is why we are in this situation."

     He hummed and nodded his head. "(Y/n)-san, there must be at least 120 people here! You are pretty amazing!"

     The compliment caught me off guard as I finished of the stitches, trying not to lose control of the blush forming on my cheeks. "Juuzou," I began, looking into his eyes. "W-Will you sit up for me so I can wrap bandages around your ribs?"

     He paused for a moment before smiling and sitting up. I gently started to wrap the material around his body, making sure to secure the stitches well. When I was done he flopped back into the pillows and hummed, raising his un-injured arm to to the ceiling and looking at his hand. I cleaned up the garbage on the bed and went over to the mirror which sat on my desk.

I began to clean the gash in my side, occasionally wincing in pain and quietly cursing to myself when I had to peel off some unnecessary loose skin. I stitched it up, not using any numbing materials as to not waste them. I wrapped bandages around my torso and began to treat the smaller cuts and burns I had. I felt Juuzou's eyes on me, but ignored them. I was too tired, too busy, and much too stressed to worry about a- a crush? Hell I don't even know.

     I felt a lot better after treating my injuries. I threw an oversized sweater on and shivered a bit, getting used to the cold fabric on all of my wounds. All of the sudden I heard a knock at the door.

At this hour? It has to be after midnight now, right?

I walked downstairs to the door and opened it to reveal the small female medic I talked to earlier. She bowed lower than necessary, holding out a huge stack of paper. I took it and glanced at the sheet on top of the pile. It was the name of someone I healed earlier, but why? I looked back to her with a confused look. "What are all of these for?"

    "I was supposed to give them to you, um, they are medical records of everyone in the house, and the records of all of their injuries. You are supposed to look through them and make sure there wasn't a medical condition you didn't know about. Oh! And document all of the new injuries each person has for the medical records. We weren't sure about who all was here, so if you see a file on someone who is healthy or passed away, you can put them in separate piles. At least, I think that's what they told me. Uh- the chief said he needed them as soon as possible for the reports and all of that, I don't know too much about it other than what I just repeated, but he said you could call if you had questions."

     I looked back down at the huge stack of files and papers. I had done this job before on other people I had healed, but this was an overwhelming number of people. Goddamnit. So much for getting sleep. "Um. Thank you." I said, not bothering to make eye contact with the girl anxiously standing in the doorway. "Do you, need anything else?"

    She opened her eyes wider and shook her head. "No! I'll be off now! Um, thank you!"

    I simple nodded and closed the door with my foot, struggling to lock it before walking back up the stairs and into my room, where Juuzou was sound asleep.

Cute.

I put the stack of papers down on my desk as quietly as I could before pulling the chair out and taking the first sheet of paper off the top of the stack to examine it. This is going to take forever. I looked up at myself in the mirror that was on my desk. I looked exhausted, with my tangled braid even more loose, and big dark circles under my eyes. I unbraided my long hair and brushed it, making it fall down to its real length, which was around my waist. (I love really long healthy hair okay don't be mean to me.)

      I ran my fingers through the soft (h/c) locks and gathered it up into a high ponytail, pulling out some strands of hair to make it frame my face. I tried to smile at my reflection, but It came out as a grimace and I immediately lost all of the pre-existing confidence I had in my appearance. I pushed the mirror back and looked back at the paper, making notes on what I needed to pay attention to the next day while checking on everyone. I heard Juuzou stir in his sleep, so I turned on the lamp on my desk and turned off the room's lights so he could sleep better.

I heard him move around a little more before sitting up a bit, supporting himself with one of his arms, the other one resting on his injured ribs.
"(Y/n)? What are you doing?" He asked, half asleep.

"I just need to do some paperwork on all of the injuries I treated. You should go back to sleep."

He blinked a couple of times before squinting his eyes and looking at the stack of papers next to me. "That's one big pile of paper."

"Yeah, the CCG needs it done, it's important." I huffed, frustrated, but not necessarily at the boy questioning me.

His eyes met mine before they stopped squinting and softened a bit. Maybe he saw how exhausted I was and felt pity for me or something. He turned over, nuzzling his head into the pillow and closing his eyes once again while mumbling something I couldn't make out. "What was that?" I said, still looking at him and not the papers that I should've been going through.

He sighed and lifted his head just a bit, not bothering to open his eyes again. "I said that you should finish it in the morning. You're more important than the papers, (y/n)."

Authors note: SORRY THIS CHAPTER WAS SHORT BUT IMMA UPDATE LIKE THREE TIMES TODAY BAHAHAHA IM SO BORED LMAO. anyways byeeeeee