When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 7

"(Y/n)-san, can I dry your hair like you did mine?"

Oh shiet.

    Fuck. WHAT DO I SAY? ITS A SWEET OFFER, RIGHT? I MEAN- FUCK

    "I-If you want to. I mean, I have a lot of hair, you don't have to."

    "I want to! I love long hair!" He chimed, giving me a close-eyed smile and moving his body back a little bit, giving me room to sit in front of him.

     I slowly climbed on the bed, which felt like it was higher up than usual but probably just harder to get to because of my exhausted body. I sat with my feet swaying off of the bed. I'll admit It felt good to get off of my feet, I mean hell they started throbbing from the constant movement just earlier that day.

     Juuzou brushed through my hair, which took a longer time than it did when I brushed through his hair seeing as my hair was longer. After that, he took my towel and squeezed out the water in my hair, which took a good amount of time too. He got a new towel out of the bathroom and began massaging the cloth into my scalp with his fingers. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, letting my head fall back a little and humming sleepily just at Juuzou did. If I had looked back at my life a bit, this was honestly the most relaxed I had felt the whole month.

      My eyes hurt when I closed them, but it felt good to not be absorbing constant light, and after sitting there for a couple more seconds, I felt like I could go to sleep exactly like that if I stayed any longer.

      But alas, like it was on a fucking cue, I heard my name being called from the family room with the tv, so I groggily stood up and made my way to the door, looking back and thanking Juuzou, telling him to get more rest. I glanced at the clock, which read 11:53 p.m.

So late already?

    I walked down the hall, feeling my long damp hair hit my body, and greeted the family room guys who were bored out of their minds and reminded me of the promise I made. I would get them as many cds as I could find if they behaved well. I weakly protested, but was outnumbered and accepted defeat without any further complaints.

     I made my way down to the living room, where the critical condition people were resting. I carefully made my way past their cots and to the drawer that the movies should've been in. There were seven cds and I grabbed them all, making my way back to the family room and showing off the collection to the guys. "You only have seven movies?" A tall man said, taking them out of my hands and spreading them out, placing them on a small side table.

Is enough never fucking enough? I swear pretty soon I'm going to lose it.

    "I'm sorry boys, it's all I had access to." I said, shrugging but too tired to really care.

    The men crowded around the disks. Apparently there was a Barbie movie, a vampire movie, and five home videos. I was knelt by a man in a cot, examining his wounds and yawning when I saw someone walk into the room out of the corner of my eye. It was Juuzou. "Hey boys! What are we watching!" He chirped gleefully, taking a seat on the sofa and gazing over at someone who was putting a disk into the video player.

     I was going to tell him to go get more rest, but I didn't want him to get too tired of my room, or start getting angry with me. "Well, we didn't want to watch a romance, so we are trying our luck at one of these home videos." He said.