When a Healer Loves a Killer

Chapter 15

"I will!" I said back to her.

Immediately after hearing the door close I looked back to Juuzou, who was staring at me as per usual, but wore a deviant smile that sent shivers down my spine. "What?" I asked, the blush on my cheeks darkening.

"Nothing!" He said defensively, going back to his smile after the statement.

"(Y/n)-chan, shouldn't you be putting clothes on?" He asked innocently.

My eyes widened as I processed the medic's request. "Oh! You're right! I'll be right back to help you out, just stay here." I said while stepping out of the tub and grabbing a towel.

Juuzou giggled and gathered up some of the bubbles that were left in the tub as I went to the closet and put clothes on over my new bandages and pruny fingers. My heart was still beating unbelievably fast, and I had butterflies that wouldn't leave.

What exactly just happened?

As soon as I had put on leggings and a long sleeve shirt that was a bit too big for me, I went back to the bathroom and took the plug out of the tub. I grabbed a big towel and gently wrapped it around Juuzou, helping him stand and wondering just how exactly I was going to get him out. "(Y/n)-chan, I don't suppose you have prosthetic legs kicking around the house?"

    "Um, no, I don't. Just sit on the edge and turn towards me, like we did when I got you in."

     He did as a told and sat on the stone lining of the big bath, supporting himself with his hands and spinning so that his leg was on the outside of the bath. He looked very cute wrapped in a towel, but I didn't exactly know how to tell him that. Hell, I didn't even know how he felt about me, or if he even liked me. I mean, I had dated some guys that just wanted to use me, and I know Juuzou wasn't like that, but I couldn't help but worry.

I took Juuzou's arm and wrapped it around me, bringing him back to the bed and sitting him on the edge of it while I got new clothes from my closet. I grabbed one of Aaron's old hoodies and sweatpants and brought them back to Juuzou, who had already changed into his giraffe-print underwear. I put the pants on him, rolling up one of the pant legs. Then I helped him put on the sweatshirt.

I looked into his eyes, my hands still on the bottom of his shirt. He pressed his lips gently into mine and pulled away, closing his eyes and smiling. "Have fun talking to your patient, (y/n)-chan! Be back soon!" He chimed, snuggling into the bed as I smiled and walked away, trying to fan the blush from my cheeks.

I walked downstairs and took my hair out of the bun, braiding it loosely and walking to the blonde medic. She saw me and waved before pointing me towards the man who wanted to speak with me. "Hello sir, I am (f/n) (l/n). I was told you wanted to speak with me?"

    "You're the medic who healed everyone?"

    "Uh, yes, I am."

    "But, you're a girl."

    "...Excuse me?"

    "Sorry, I just. You saw me, ya know, not clothed?"

    "To be honest sir, I've seen hundreds of men unclothed and don't even remember your name. If that's all you wanted to talk to me about I really must be going."

    "No! Wait, I'm sorry. I just- where am I? What happened in the raid? Why are we all crammed onto this house?"

    "I see you have a lot of questions, but my medic can answer them much better than me, and I have to check on three other rooms full of people who need my attention."

The man looked a bit flustered and nodded. I gestured for the blonde medic to go over to him. She  walked over to him and began talking to him softly and kindly, unlike me.

I walked back to the stairs when I was stopped by the guy who kept flirting with me. To be honest I didn't even remember his name either. "I'm really sorry to bother you, (y/n). My chest has been hurting, I was wondering if you could check it out."

I nodded and unwrapped his bandages chest, feeling the stitches and making sure his heartbeat wasn't struggling. "It feels fine, but I'll put some numbing cream on it to ease your discomfort."

"You're a saint, (y/n)."

I forced a smile as I put the ointment on him. "Thank you."

After finishing off flirty boy, I waved at Rin and went up to the family room, checking on everyone's injuries and using the landline phone that was kept in there. I called the man who supplied us with towels and food, asking him if he had any idea where to get a prosthetic leg for Juuzou. He told me if I could get Juuzou's measurements he could get me one. Thank you lord, this man was the real saint.

I opened the door to my room. Juuzou was sleeping while hugging a pillow. His hair was a bit damp from the bath, and it was sticking up in all different directions. God I wanted to kiss him so BAD. I mean, he kissed me since we made out, which by the way still sends shivers down my spine to think about, so it was technically my turn to make a move, right?

I had to re-wrap all of Juuzou's bandages seeing as I hurried out of the room to have a useless conversation with a shell shocked man, so I turned off the light and closed the door before grabbing bandages from the wardrobe and heading to the bed to see that Juuzou had already removed the sweatshirt I gave him. I climbed onto the bed and sat next to Juuzou, softly wrapping his arms and hands with the material. His eyes fluttered open and he watched me work.

    "Will you sit up so that I can wrap you up?" I asked.

Juuzou nodded, so I put my hands around his lower back and shoulder to help him up. I put bandages around his chest and stomach before grabbing the smaller ones for his neck and wrapping it up.

"There, all done." I said, undoing my braid that had become loose.

Juuzou fell back into the bed and took in a deep breath, sighing vocally and looking up to me as I brushed my hair. "Oh! That reminds me! Juuzou, I'll be right back." I said, scurrying to grab a tape measurer from the office.

    I returned to my room and pulled the blanket down, which made Juuzou shiver and whine at me. I ignored him and started to write down his measurements. "(Y/n)-chan, why are you taking my measurements?"

    I finished my writing and put the cover back onto Juuzou. "I'm getting you a new prosthetic, silly." I said before climbing back onto the bed.

    He nodded and looked at me, who was now sitting by his side on the bed, fiddling with my fingers. "Why don't you just get me a wheelchair? You don't need to put in all that effort."

    I pondered for a moment. "Well, a wheelchair would only take you around the top floor, and all that's up here is the family room and the girls' room, which I don't want you being by anyways."

    "... why not?"

    I froze. "U-Uhm. Last time you walked by they talked about you and looked at your picture in that photo book and stuff. I don't know, I just don't want them talking to you."

    "... Were they talking about my stitches? The way I act?"

    "No! Nothing like that, they were just,"

    Juuzou looked at me expectantly. I sighed in defeat. "They were talking about how cool you were and stuff. I just, don't want them to talk to you."

    "Oh~ (y/n)-chan I didn't know you were the jealous type~" Juuzou chimed. I blushed and hit him softly with a pillow.

Authors note: y'all I'm readdddddyyyyy for them to actually talk about their relationship bc honestly? I need to write smut and fluff right now but I CANT IF THEY ARE IN AN AWKWARD TALKING PHASE AFTER THEY LUSTFULLY MAKING OUT.