Hypocrites: Jekyll and Hyde x Reader

Checks and Balance

As he ranted, he finally took your hand roughly and began feeling the pulse, "I am simply offering an alternative to a pattern of yours that is not only unnecessary but also becoming increasingly frustrating and redundant." You could no longer relent as he held onto your wrist firmly with one hand, the other prepping to draw blood for another test.

This constant bloodletting was another complaint of yours, the list growing longer and longer as your stay extended more and more in this godforsaken place. Either way, the sample collection was becoming too regular for your comfort and you worried of dying due to blood loss at any moment.

"Are you human, doctor?"

He paused, unsure how to reply to your comment. You were unaware, but a mix of guilt and offense contorted his expression as he attempted to reply with something, anything to the baffling question.

"Is it your turn to describe me as an animal?" he deadpanned with another question. Glancing at him, the blank resolve had already returned on his face. He did not look amused by the comment.

"Not an animal per se, but I'd think you a vampire with how much blood you're collecting.  Are you simply drawing blood to keep a supply to chug down every night?"

He rolled his eyes at your exaggeration, quickly applying pressure before wiping down the punctured skin. You were no longer looking at him again, as you grew the habit to keep him out of your sight as much as you could. Silence fell between you two as he paused, keeping the grip on your wrist. Once you realized there wasn't any movement or procedures being done anymore, which took all of five seconds, you pulled your arm away abruptly.

Jekyll clicked his tongue as he wrote in his notes. "Must you be so rough? Honestly, where do you store all that energy when your body is constantly at its breaking point? Furthermore," He commented before catching your wrists again, you were ready to protest until he began to touch further up your forearm. A shiver ran up your spine in disgust. You pulled hard to get your hand free but he kept a tight, almost painful grip now. "Why are there so many punctures on your arm (L/n)?"

"That's none of your concern," you replied shortly, uncomfortable with the confrontation as you try to pull your arm free.

"You are my patient, I need to know and understand if there are any outside stimuli further affecting your health."

"Are you not the doctor? You tell me."

"I know certain stimulants may effect your immunity, but how often are you using for your entire system to shut down?"

Your head quickly whipped at him as you slapped the hand that was examining your arm away. "DO YOU THINK I'M AN ADDICT!?" you yelled in disbelief and offense.

Self-conscious and angered, you were ready to bite him to get yourself free. You had already leaned forward for the attack but he caught you by the mouth, his large hands covering it easily. He gave you a look as if daring you to even try. You didn't need to explain anything to him, much less a stupid accusation, because of a sob story from your past. Your eyes narrowed, daring him back, giving him one last chance to let you go. If he had hoped for a stalemate, he'd be sorely mistaken. Arms and legs began swinging and kicking in every which way until he let you go.

Yells and protests filled the room, both from him and you as he desperately tried to subdue you. This hospital must be horrendously understaffed or incompetent because this was definitely not something a single doctor should be handling. You swiped and managed to catch his cheek as he hissed in pain. Grabbing both your hands with each of his, he pinned you to the bed securing your legs as well.

"A fucking TANTRUM!? Are you a child!?" he shouted, baffled and seething with anger as both of you heaved from the fight. You could barely breathe, nearly exhausting yourself as you were now forced to stare up at him. Blood trickled down his cheek and onto yours as he tried to catch his breath. You couldn't spare him a response as your vision blurred from the lack of oxygen. The hazy view warped and changed what you saw and the frustrated, tired doctor above you, for a moment, looked like the maniacal killer, psychotic grin and all. This position felt all too familiar now as fear washed over you, your expression reflecting the feeling. This did not come unnoticed by Jekyll as his grip loosened in realization of what he'd done. It was, however, too late for the both of you.

Adrenaline kicking in, with your still skewed perception and loosened restraints you chose to let self-preservation take the lead and push the doctor off of you. He grunted as he fell off the bed, stammering apologies while trying to calm you down. You were heaving from stress and excitement as your ears muffled his words with high-pitched rings. You frantically looked for something to defend yourself as you felt him touch your shoulder and panicked further. Grabbing a nearby glass, you quickly bashed it straight into his head.

A short but loud and pained yelp finally brought you back to your senses. Your heartbeat slowed as you finally calmed down your movements and allowed yourself to catch your breath. Your vision readjusting, you looked around and saw the room was a mess, papers scattered, medical tools thrown about, and bits of glass on both your bed and the floor in front of you. Following the trail of glass you saw Jekyll on the floor, clutching his head as he groaned. Something came over you as you reached forward, your hand catching glass shards that dug in your skin. You didn't care as you tried to check on the doctor.

Your foot hadn't even touched the floor before the door burst open, Lucy and a nurse staring at the scene in utter disbelief. The nurse quickly called for help as Lucy ran to Jekyll to check on him. One nurse had gone to you, perhaps to restrain you if you were any more violent, but you couldn't even resist as they held you face down and questioned you. The outburst effectively drained you of all energy once you could finally breathe again. You were stuck facing your "victim" as Lucy and a few nurses tried to help him. They crowded him as they sat him up and talked of what happened as they examined his wounds and body.

His head was down as they discussed possible head trauma or concussions but you could clearly see his face from where you were subdued. A sting ached your arm again, the nurse most likely injecting some tranquilizer on you as your vision grew blurry once again. In your now foggy gaze, your vision seemed to skew his face once again. For the look he gave you was one of resentment and maybe even murder, which was not unfair for what you did. But no, it looked somehow off, like there was a smirk as well, as if his visage shifted between anger and sadism. Like both Jekyll and your murderer were staring back at you. That couldn't be right as they looked completely different. You knew one thing was for certain before your eyes finally shut as the haze and fog took over your body and mind.

Those eyes that gazed into yours both glinted a bloody red.

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A/N

And done. I hope it's not too short, I have another chapter after this since I wrote this after I started the next chapter.

Idk if this chapter's title makes sense since I put it before I wrote the chapter and tbh the characters really write themselves cos I was not planning a fight THIS violent 😭

I have a bullshit reason why this is the title but I'd love to hear how y'all would reason it lmao.