Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 2: Addicted To Your Touch

".....Can I come inside..?" His voice sounded weak for the first time you could remember, broken up, and pleading more than you had ever heard from him before.. Your stance shifted a little.

"Your reasoning?" You asked, standing taller.

"Light a ...torch." He sounded tired. You did so, rushing back inside and turning on a lamp of yours. It lit up the small living space with a soft yellow glow. Quickly turning back to Herobrine, you suddenly convulsed, jumping away, a gag attempting to escape your throat. Before you, stood a leaning Herobrine, his shoulder all torn up, his shirt covered in blood. In several places, protruding from his skin, were three different arrows. Two in his back and one tucked right between his collar bone and neck. Blood was dripping all over the ground outside where he stood, making you wonder if he would even survive another minute like that!

"C- come in! Hurry!" You coaxed the man, allowing him to follow you further into the house. He smiled tiredly as he entered, eyes lazily appearing to look around the place as if he had never been in here before. You rushed to your room, grabbed an extra brown blanket at the foot of your bed and brought it to the couch immediately. You then set the blanket over the couch like a protective casing. "Sit down. I should have some medical supplies in the other room." You instructed the man immediately. As he wearily made his way to the couch, you rushed into the only other room in your house other than your bedroom. Your room and this one together made up the width of the living room, and they sat side by side with only a thin stone wall parting them. That room was used for multiple things. Mostly cooking and other food related things, though you also had a cauldron in there which you would often wash your clothes in.

You grabbed a stool, quickly retrieving from the top shelf in the room, a basket full of all the things you would need. Just as quickly, you rushed back into the living room, noticing with a blush that Herobrine was trying to take off his shirt without pricking the arrows in his back.

"L-let's start with the shoulder." You moseyed over to the bloodiest part of the man. Herobrine dropped his shirt for the time being and instead reached over his body with his right hand to better pull apart and reveal the wound on his left shoulder. You hissed at the sight, imagining all the pain his nerves must be blocking out right now. That's the only proper explanation for his face, after all: completely void of anything emotional or physical related, so deep in a daze you wondered if he might be blacking out.

Quickly, you tore the cloth of his shirt away from the wound, dabbed it only a little before realizing it would need MUCH more than some basic cleaning and wrapping. The blood was pouring from the skinless shoulder without relent!

"My.. GOSH, how did this happen to you?" The man was completely unresponsive, which worried you even more. You grabbed some stitches and just began sewing the two largest pieces of flesh together as quickly as possible. You would worry about sanitization later; there was no time to waste when this guy could potentially drop cold any second! Herobrine sat slumped on the couch, fighting against the urge to fall asleep all-the-while. About half way through, you could only assume his ability to feel pain slowly began to set in, because it was only then that he started hissing in pain, his good hand wrapping around your lower leg and squeezing it every time you poked his flesh with a nettle. You decided pulling away probably wouldn't be the best idea, since then he would have nothing else to grasp a hold of. Still didn't relieve the awkwardness from him pressing his forehead into your hip as he hugged you more.

At last, you finished. A sloppy job, but the blood was slowing already. You then began to wrap his shoulder tightly, especially closer to his chest area so hopefully not so much blood would pour in that direction. When all was tight, you sighed in relief. Herobrine still hugged around both of your legs with his one good arm, face tucked between his good shoulder and your hip.