"Shit!
– I know, I know it hurts, Hyun."
The wounded agent was laying on a bed with blood stained rags shielding the sheets. Her chest was heaving through thick fogs of harm and hurt, her weakening body was shaken by tremors, her skin completely glistened of heavy sweats. Natasha disappeared into the bathroom to find a first aid kit to tend to her wounds. Her enhanced healing would do the rest, normally.
Natasha came back to see Hyunjae fighting her own mind to stay conscious, her fingers loosely holding a button of her jacket. She wanted to open it. The redhead hurried herself to stop her hand. She pinned her wrist to the bed and urged her not to move. It took Hyunjae agonizing seconds to understand, but she eventually faintly nodded.
Natasha released her hold on her to take a dry tissue and wipe her forehead. Hyunjae fluttered her eyes closed with a sigh of mixed comfort and pain escaping her pale lips. She couldn't react much when the redhead carefully opened her ruined jacket. She couldn't complain about losing another piece of cloth when Natasha used scissors to cut her black turtleneck.
The wound was nasty. They had stitched themselves up before, it wasn't unusual, yet it still stabbed the redhead's heart to the fall. The sting intensified when cold cotton soaked with disinfectant infiltrated Hyunjae's infernal injury. A hiss and her body flinched, but the damn sword in her abdomen made the burn all the more worse.
So she whimpered and got paralyzed by the shot of hurt that fired at her body.
"Hey, hey, easy... easy." Natasha murmured to her with a tone colored in dripping honey. The rasp vibrated as though of the rustle of the wild field.
The Korean was erratically breathing in and out the dizziness of the pain. Natasha's free hand came to caress her cheek in a solace touch. Hyunjae let her reflexes react; she snuggled in her gentle stroke and relaxed herself. It tenderized the older's gaze for an adoring color. The familiar warmth of her thumb grazed her bruised skin in a relieving coldness.
And she lingered there, just for a more second, just for a better picture to be engraved in her memory. Natasha lingered in the warmth she had been missing so dearly these past months as all she had been able to give were brisk surges of the affectionate tides Hyunjae craved, only so the waves would shrink and disappear into the distance again.
"I'll just need to close your wound, okay?" She carefully spoke, leaving her cheek to take needles and strings out of the kit. The youngest still could feel her lost touch peppering her skin of reassuring tickles.
"What are you doing here..." Hyunjae difficultly let out before a strained groan scratched her throat. The needle just pierced her skin with gentle experience. It spread a thick mist inside of her mind, all the thoughts spun into a disastrous spiral where nothing could be understood. The pain mingled with the fevery state to put to dreamless land her consciousness.
Natasha was already starting the second knot but it seemed the serum was beginning to affect her harmed body. Hence she cut the string and let her natural healing manage the injury. It took her only a glance at Hyunjae's face to understand she was in a secondary state, with how distant and foggy her expression was. Only incoherences could be sputtered out.
"Fury sent me in case something like that happened." She answered anyways, her gloved hand delicately seizing the knife planted in her arm. Hyunjae could only sigh a trembling exhale. "I'll take it out at three, alright?" She didn't need to wait for an absent mind to respond. She simply pulled the blade out and let her strangle a cry whilst gripping the sheets.
Had Natasha ever seen Hyunjae in such a state? She had so often seen her manage pain with a high tolerance. She had never heard her strain a scream ever before, until this very moment. Maybe it was the fact she had been emotionally shaken, so it got translated into physical ache. After all, her own alive blood was still in this world, and he had terribly hurted her.
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Free Soul | Natasha Romanoff
Fanfiction"I'd give up the whole damn Universe for you." The Ghost of the East had lost all will to search for a small grass field and a few red roses to hug her trapped soul. So she had turned to the path of killing, because it was all she had known. Yet, s...
