Bill and you delicately started cleaning up glass about 30 minutes ago. There is a lot to go through and you two have barely scratched the surface of how many shards there are to get rid of, not to mention the tiny pieces you might miss. You both decide to break up the work between the two of you so Bill is trying to work out the broken windows out of the wall while you clean the floor.
"Bill, did the windows actually just randomly combust or did you do something?" You decide to bring this question up now since no one is around, and you figure he might have lied back at the Shack. "Thanks for the vote of confidence....But no, I'm serious. I was trying to do something and they started cracking suddenly then just popped like a balloon." You nod absently then get back to work. How do windows just randomly break like that?
As you continue to work, being partially distracted by your thinking, you suddenly feel a sting run through your nerves from your foot up to your brain. From your wrist, the shackle and chain glows red a moment then settles back down and disappears again. You hiss slightly and immediately get off that foot, hopping over to the couch to sit down. Bill looks over to you and pauses in what he is doing to come over. "What happened?" He gives you a slightly concerned look.
"I think I accidentally walked on some glass." You set your ankle on your knee and twist your feet around. There is a decently sized shard of glass stuck into your foot, thankfully it didn't go under the skin. Some blood is already starting to seep out of the wound, coating the glass in red as well as your skin. No big deal, you can just get the glass out and wrap your foot. "Oh my god, (Y/N)! Are you going to die?! What do I do?! Should I take the glass out?!" Bill, apparently, doesn't think the same thing you do. You watch him freak out for a few seconds as he tries to figure out what to do. "Ok, Bill, calm down. It's just a bit of glass."
"Just a bit of glass? It's like half the size of your foot!" You give him a deadpan look then turn your attention back towards your foot. Leave it to Bill to get dramatic. You didn't even expect him to care so much about you getting injured. "Look, if you want to help, get me some stuff from the bathroom. I need tweezers, alcohol, bandage wrap, water, and a towel. Can you handle that?" He quickly nods and heads to the backroom with a slight urgency in his steps.
While he's gone to do that, you flex your foot slightly and wince when the glass moves. It doesn't seem to be too deep in, you probably just grazed it when you were walking. It'll definitely take a few days to heal though, at the very least. That's certainly going to be a pain to walk on.
Bill comes back a minute or so later with several items gathered in his arms. "I have water, a tiny towel, bandages, and little grabby thingies. I couldn't find any alcohol though, is that important? Do you want me to head to town and get some Vodka or something?" You stare at him for several seconds. This demon is going to be the death of you. "Bill, there is medical alcohol that exists. It should be in the cabinet under the sink, a clear bottle with green liquid inside." He remains blank faced for several seconds then just slowly sets the items he grabbed on the table in front of you. Grumbling under his breath, something like 'humans' and 'stupid language,' he heads back to the bathroom to grab the alcohol.
With a long sigh, you grab the water and towel and start to gently clean around your wound. You can't afford getting any bacteria in your foot, especially from the glass, so you're extra thorough until Bill comes back with the alcohol. "Now what?" He sets it down with the rest of the medical stuff. "Now, I need to take out the glass. I'll show you how." You sit up slightly with your foot still resting on your knee as you grab the alcohol and the tweezers. You coat the tweezers in a generous amount of alcohol then go ahead to get the glass out. "W-Wait!"
You pause and look at him. Now what? "Let me do it!" You blink a few times as he clasps his hand together in a pleading way. "Please?" You look down to your foot then back up to Bill. 'What is with him today....' Passing off the thought that he is going to try and kill you, you sigh and slowly hand over the tweezers. "Fine, but you need to be extra careful. If you pull it out too fast or something, you'll make it worse." He took the tweezers eagerly and nodded.
Bil kneels down in front of you and grabs your ankle with one hand, gripping it gently to stabilize both your foot and himself. He brings the tweezers up and you suck in a sharp breath. You want to look away, you've always been a bit squeamish to your own injuries, but you also want to make sure Bill doesn't severely mess up your foot. He grabs the base of the glass, just above where it is inserted in your foot, and you see him glance up at you for a second. You feel the moment he starts to pull because your nerves around it set on fire. You try your best to keep your foot relaxed as he slowly starts to pull it out.
He goes inch by inch, stopping every time to double check how you're doing. It hurts, but you give him a slight nod every so often to prove that you're fine. Finally, after what is probably a minute or two, you feel the glass slip out of your foot. Blood starts to seep out of your newly opened wound in decent amounts, obviously not enough to kill you. The wound burns and the pain seems to spread to your entire foot. You're definitely not walking on that anytime soon.
Bill throws the glass away and sets the, now bloodsoaked, tweezers down on the table.He pours some alcohol on the towel you previously used to clean the wound and pressed it against your foot to put pressure and stop the bleeding. You wince slightly as the flame of pain flares up. He glances up at you but doesn't say anything as he uses one hand to put pressure then uses the other to grab the water to properly clean off the blood. That in itself takes a bit since there is so much and it probably won't stop bleeding for a while, but he tries his best. Finally, he grabs the bandage and starts to carefully wrap your foot.
Getting used to the pain, you can't help but stare at Bill as he works. He looks so...concerned. His concentration is completely on wrapping up your foot; you doubt he even notices your gaze. You don't know what you expected when Bill offered to help you with your foot, but it definitely isn't this. He's been so gentle ever since he started, you wonder if the demon has been replaced with a much nicer look alike. 'Oh, but that's just part of the deal, right? He has to protect me...'
Now that you're taking the time to look at him, you take notice of the gentler features of his face. His eyes are soft with long eyelashes that brush across his cheek when he blinks. You can see an almost spiritual glow in his golden irises. His hair is a bit messy, causing stray strands to fall across his forehead and shadow a bit of his eyes. His face is narrow but rounded and his cheekbones aren't very prominent. His skin is a peach color, except for his cheeks which hold a slight pink glow to them, only vaguely.
Before you realize it, Bill is finished wrapping your foot up. He gives you the consideration of putting it up on the table so you don't have to place it down on the floor. "Wait right there, I'll get a pillow to elevate it." You blink a few times. "I don't think that's..." And he is already walking out of the room. You sigh and lean your head back on the back of the couch. You close your eyes, trying to reign in your thoughts from earlier.
Bill comes back quickly with two pillows. He does everything for you, lifting your foot, placing the pillows, and then setting your foot back down on the fluffy surface. "There, all better." You can tell he seems rather proud of himself. "That's great, but we still have a bunch of glass to clean up." In truth, you two had probably only gone through about half the work needed to finish cleaning up the windows, maybe even less.
"Don't worry about it." Bill grins at you and walks off to the center of your living room. You give him an odd look as he turns to face the windows. He brings one of his hands up and you realize it's glowing a light blue. He waves his hand a bit and right before your eyes, you watch as all the glass from the windows fits back into place from the floor. The cracks in the glass just seem to meld themselves back together like they were never broken in the first place. All the windows look brand new. He turns to face you with that same grin as he looks at your awestruck face.
He comes back towards you and you immediately smack his arm. "BIll, you jerk! I thought you said you didn't have magic?!" He rubs your arm where you hit him, that stupid grin now wiped off his face. "Ow! A thank you would have worked...And I said I had a little magic left," You huff slightly and roll your eyes then realize something. "Wait a minute, if you could do that the entire time then why didn't you do it in the first place?!" He rubs the back of his head. "Well...I don't know, I guess I just..." He trails off slowly and you raise a brow, waiting for him to continue but he doesn't. Getting a bit impatient, you follow his line of sight to one of the windows by the door.
Standing at the window, hiding most of her face save for her eyes, is Mabel. Her eyes are wide like saucers and she seems to be spying on the two of you. Once she realizes she's been caught, she dives under the window and disappears from view. Well, that can't be good.
And finally done. I apologize for the long wait. I tried to make up for it with two chapters rather than one. So tell me, was the wait with it?
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The Witch in the Woods (Bill Cipher x reader)
FanfictionA week has passed since Weirdmaggedon happened and Bill was 'defeated.' Everyone had already gone back to their normal lives under the 'forget-about-it' movement that was input. You did the same though it was less normal than everyone else's. You ha...
