Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 2: Addicted To Your Touch

"Uhmm.." You gently began pushing his head away. "I...need to move onto the arrows now." Understanding, Herobrine let you go, trying to sit up better.

"Start...with the one right here... Ow.." He whispered, pointing at the arrow lodged just above his collar bone. That one looked like it might be the one causing him the most pain, so you moved your attention to it. There was absolutely no bit of the arrowhead visible, meaning it was a miracle this one alone hadn't killed him.

"I... Um... Do you know how to get an arrow out, by any chance..?" You asked him with an awkward chuckle. A smile most would associate to being drunk or high lifted on the man's face, however in his case that was purely because he was so tired, in terrible pain, and saw your comment as a mere joke.

"You're kidding..." He eventually breathed. You shook your head. His delerious smile dropped. Stooping his head enough to see the injury himself, Herobrine's good hand suddenly reached over, grasped the arrow, and yank- "AAA!" He screamed. You began to panic. Blood was pouring from the wound, but no arrowhead was in sight. Only the wooden part of the arrow had been pulled out. "Just leave it!" He hissed as you stumbled closer.

"Oh, no no no no!"

"I said- aghh!.. Just leave it!... The... arrow..head... isn't ...by itself... dangerous!" He attempted to instruct, but the shortness in his breath didn't exactly fill you with confidence. You had to move on, though. It was his body after all. If he was alright with dealing with that himself, then so be it! You wrapped that injury your best and let it be.

You assisted Herobrine, turning him around enough so you could see the two arrows in his back. One was higher up, just missing his shoulder blade, while the other one was much further down, implanted between a couple lower ribs of his. They didn't appear to be as deep, thankfully, so you could better manage those.

You dug through your basket real quick, pulling out a small pair of scissors. You then used said scissors to cut from the collar of his shirt down to the first arrow, and then down some more all the way to the second. As you worked, slowly wedging the arrowheads out from the flesh, Herobrine ripped his shirt off completely and set the torn and bloodied mess on the floor beside him. When the third and final arrow was out, and the last of his injuries were well bandaged, you plopped into the couch beside the man, heaving a heavy sigh. Herobrine still breathed intensely at your side.

"Sorry man... I don't have any.... healing potions..." You reported. He looked up from the floor at last. Fire burnt in his hands suddenly, you recoiled, fear filled..until you saw the man tossed the flame like it were a solid object casually onto the half burnt logs in the fireplace. The fire took hold immediately, starting up the calming crackling ambiance which would finally counter the now distant thunder overhead. Herobrine sat to the side, leaning over the arm of the couch to avoid any further pain dealt to his back. You, heart still thumping after sighting so much blood, decided it would probably be best to wait until tomorrow before asking any questions. The two of you just sat there, recovering.. until, "You can sleep on the couch." You stood sloppily from the couch and waddled into the other room to wash your hands. "Spare bandages are in the basket." As you exited the room, crossed the fire right towards your bed room, you pointed at the basket by the couch. "Don't bother me while I'm sleeping...unless you're dying I guess.." And with that, you entered your room. There was no door separating the rooms, since you rarely had any company over, but by the looks of it you wouldn't have to worry about it anyways. Herobrine was already half asleep, pulled into a deep daze by the crackling fire before him. His limbs were shaky, and the man appeared to be in a great amount of pain. You frowned. Unfortunately, you didn't have anything to help with that. So you would have to go visit the village again tomorrow to grab some emergency potions and pain killers, your excuse being that your old supply was running low... You never had stock of such items to begin with... Hopefully no one at the village knew that already.