You Helped Me? (Warren Worthington III/ Angel x Reader)

Chapter 3 - Tired

"This will be your new home as my champion," Jason gestured to the cell-like room we had entered. "It was Angel's previously, but seeing as how things have changed now you two can share.

"Since you cared so much about his well-being, you can take care of him." Hank let him down on the floor. "That is, if he doesn't die."

"Wait," I bit my lip before continuing, I must have some nerve for saying this. "Give me some bandages and alcohol or something! I can't help him like this! How am I supposed to help him with these handcuffs?"

"Hmph," He huffed out a laugh. "Figure it out."

With that, he walked out of the room, leaving just Hank, the broken angel on the floor, and myself. In hopes that his companion may be more lenient, I turned to Hank with pleading eyes. All he offered was how to separate my handcuffs, by pulling my hands apart I could use my hands individually, but the power suppression stayed.

I couldn't see any change in emotion from his expression, he kept his stone-cold facade.

"Please help me help him?" I whispered to the large man. But it was to no avail as he turned out of the room and locked the door behind him without uttering a single sound.

"Prick," I muttered under my breath and turned to the wounded boy that I needed to fix up.

He let out a small groan as I turned him onto his back so that I could examine his injuries. Good to know that he is still conscious after all that. He hasn't lost that much blood just yet, his pulse is getting weaker and his breathing is laboured, but he'll be ok if I can stop the blood loss soon. The cuts on his arm and wing are not as serious, they've already mostly stopped bleeding. However, the slash I gave him across his stomach is truly a big problem.

I don't have any bandages or anything to cover the cuts with to stop the bleeding. There isn't anything in the room that I can really use either. The only thing that I have that I could possibly use to stop the bleeding is my shirt. But it's fairly dirty and I don't have any alcohol to clean the cuts either.

A squeak from the door caught my attention. Before I could see who had opened the door, it was already closed. At the foot of the door was a stack of bandages, some towels, some water, and a bottle of vodka. I jumped and snatched them up, thankful for Hank, who I assume had a change of heart.

"Hey Angelboy," I smacked his cheek lightly hoping to wake him up. "This is gonna hurt and I don't want you drifting off unconscious, okay?"

"Hmmm" He groaned out at me. His head lolled around on the ground as he came back to reality.

"Okay, that's close, but I need you to at least make a single word for me." I tried to lift him up to put him in a better position, but his body proved to be heavier than I could handle. "And I'll need you to try and move a little, so that I can actually help you."

A sound, just barely audible escaped his lips as I continued to try to rest his back against the wall.

"What did you say?" I leaned in to hear him better.

"Wh-What are you doing?" He managed to choke out a little louder this time.

"I'm trying to help you, so please," With a large heave, I managed to get him up into a sitting position, earning a protest from him. "Can you cooperate with me?"

"Who are you?" He may have lost more blood than I initially thought if he is this dazed.

I checked his pulse again and it was the same as earlier. "Introductions are not important at the moment, we'll deal with them later." I grabbed the towel and poured some water onto it. "Right now, I just need you to stay with me, so that I can fix you up, ok?"