When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 4

     It felt like it had been hours since I started the paperwork. I must've gone through 70 sheets of medical histories and information on surgeries and procedures only to be met with hundreds more and a voice ringing in my head.

LYou're more important than the papers, (y/n)."

Why? Why did he make me feel this way? I hadn't even considered liking anyone romantically since him. ("Him" being a horrible abusive ex-bf who may or may not show up idk I meannnnnnnn)

      Juuzou Suzuya and I barely knew each-other, right? So why did I feel like I was going to explode every time he looked at me? Why do I get so flustered around him? It's like we had met before, but I can't put my finger on it. (SPOILER! There was a celebration after the ceremony where you and Juuzou got promoted and it was at a bar and you got hella drunk and Juuzou took you back to your house after you heavily flirted with him the entire night and made him dance with you, which he happily did before returning you to your squad and explaining the situation. You remember nothing as of now lmfao, I'll probably go into detail about it later.)

I continued doing the paperwork, getting through about fifty more sheets before my eyes started to burn so bad it stung when I blinked. I looked at the clock that was on the nightstand next to my bed. 2:17 a.m.

Damn, it's a real shame I have to get up at 5:30 to start making rounds to check on everyone.

I couldn't get in the bed because I didn't want to make Juuzou uncomfortable, or make him think I was creepy. I simply took a pillow from the bed and laid down on the ground, squeezing my eyes shut in pain when an injury hit the floor. Even though it was uncomfortable, I was tired enough to fall asleep in no time and only be woken up by the sound of my hellish alarm going off at 5 am.

I turned the alarm off, knowing I had to be alive alert awake and enthusiastic in only half an hour. I shifted my body only to be met with soreness, no doubt caused by sleeping on the floor with exhaustion and wounds scattered across my body. I silently prayed that the alarm didn't wake Juuzou, and fell back asleep.

The next alarm I heard made me groan and flip over, not bothering to open my eyes. I sat up and turned the alarm off with aggression.

Why 5:30? Why do I do these things to myself?

I laid there for a few seconds before peeling my eyes open, rubbing at the bruises which riddled my body. I stood up and stretched, looking at the unfinished papers on my desk and walking closer to them. I picked one up and gazed at it with half asleep eyes that dreaded the sight of stupid medical records. "Fuck you. Stupid piece of paper." I muttered under my breath, letting it fall back to the desk and grabbing my torso, remembering the gash that I sewed up the night before.

Thinking back the events of last night, I suddenly was aware of the fact that there was a high ranked investigator in my bed that I had odd feelings for even though I didn't even know him.

Cooooooool.

Suddenly feeling more awake, I turned my body to face him, only to realize that he had been looking at me for who knows how long. My eyes widened and I I stared into his gaze for a moment, painfully aware of the fact that he probably just watched me curse at a piece of paper.

"Sorry to wake you, I'll be making my rounds to check on everyone so you can just go back to sleep, unless you want me to check you out right now..."

"(Y/n)-san. You slept on the ground?"

Taken off guard by the irrelevant question, I simply turned around and started to gather the medical equipment I needed, heading towards the door. "Yes, I did. I didn't mind though. You really should get more rest. I'll be back soon."