When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 13

I checked Rin's vitals and injuries before leaving him to rest, walking by the two men I had talked to earlier. One of them grabbed the end of my long sleeve. It was the one that kept winking and smirking at me. Great.

"(Y/n), what you told him just now was really cool, you're really something, you know that?" He said, giving me a lopsided smile. I simply smiled at him and bowed a bit before climbing back upstairs to finally check on Juuzou's wounds. I was no longer worried about it being awkward with Juuzou because, well, it was Juuzou! He was always perky and oblivious, and he was always easy to talk to.

I opened the door to my room and walked in, closing it behind me and walking over to Juuzou, who was fiddling with his stitches. I crossed the room to the bed and checked on the morphine drip as well as the blood and oxygen drip. I looked at his heart rate pattern from the past few hours before taking my stethoscope and putting it to his chest. He was looking at me now, but I was too concentrated on his health. I took his temperature again to see if it was any warmer, which it wasn't. Finally, I began unwrapping his cuts and burns so that I could see all of them.

He was wearing compression boxers that were a part of the fighting uniform. They were just underwear, but I didn't pay any attention to them because I knew if I even thought about them I would blush profusely and get made fun of by Juuzou again, who was oddly quiet. He was probably just extremely tired.

I peeled off the bandaid stuck to Juuzou's jawline, which made him scrunch up his face in discomfort. I muttered an apology and put numbing cream on it before putting a new bandaid on it. I gently placed my hand over my work and looked at the bandaid before letting my eyes trace his other wounds around his chest. I was too focused to realize how the situation may have looked. I mean, come on. One of my hands was on his cheek and the other one was basically feeling the guy up.

"(Y/n)?" Juuzou said, almost a whisper.

My eyes snapped out of their trance and met his. We stared at each other for a moment. I studied the small cuts and bruises on his face, letting my eyes look at his swollen lip and back to his eyes. He was looking at my lips, but his eyes darted back to mine when he felt me looking at them again. "Juuzou. You idiot. Your hawk eyes should've seen this one coming. You know you probably could've told Akira to fuck off or something, right?"

Juuzou looked at me for another moment before looking down, averting my gaze. "I was excited to fight again. I thought I could handle it. I promise I'm a good fighter, It's the only thing I can do perfectly. It's the only thing I have."

He didn't even blink when he said that, like part of him was spacing out and he was just throwing words at me, hoping I would understand, which sadly, I did. I took my hand from his face and began wrapping him up again. "I know, love. I know." I said softly, shifting and moving his limbs so that I could bandage his wounds up.

He looked back at me, but I was wrapping medical tape around his hand. "(Y/n), can I shower? I feel bloody and sweaty and icky."

I shook my head, still focused on my work. "Sorry Juuzou, but you can't stand right now."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why can't I?"

"Juuzou, you don't even have both of your legs," I said, looking into his eyes and laughing a bit after the statement. "plus, your remaining leg is in no condition to have any weight put on it. It's burned and bruised and your lucky it's not broken. Sorry, but that's an easy no."

I finished a bandage on his arm and moved to his shoulder while he thought for a moment. Soon I heard his melodic voice chirp again.

"Well, you have a big fancy tub. Could I take a bath?"

    I looked down, thinking for a moment. If I was being honest, a bath could be very beneficial for cleaning and tending to his wounds. Warm water does wonders for soothing and healing, and I even had a substance that cleans wounds and bubbles when in contact with water, so he could basically have a bubble bath. But Juuzou? You know, n u d e? "I don't know Juuzou-"

   "What if I wear my compression shorts and you got to clean my wounds better?" He spat out, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

    Did this boy just read my mind? Also, just FYI, him trying to think of a medical reason so I would let him take a bath is really adorable. "Alright Juuzou, I'll turn the hot water on."

    I walked to the bathroom and turned the faucet, plugging the tub and feeling the hot water start to fill it. I went back to my room and walked over to the cabinet by my desk, which stored all of my chemical ointments. I took the one that I needed and added it to the water, making it bubble up and create a bath that looked like it was from a cartoon movie. "(Y/n)-san, you didn't tell me I got to take a fancy bubble bath!"

    He tried to sit up, but his arms and shoulders were injured, which made the process a bit hard to witness. "Lemme help," I said, walking over to him. "you agreed to do this, which means you follow my rules and only move when I tell you to."

    "Yes ma'm~" He chimed.

Authors note: hey this chappie is only like 1000 words when they are usually over 1500, but I wanted to have a new chapter for the bubble bath tehe.