Captive [Eustass Kid x Reader]

Day 15

«No. Just sleep, [Y/n], you need it.»

You frowned and your eyes automatically lingered on the door.

«I promise you, no one will disturb you.»

Somehow, his words sounded true.

«I trust you, Massacre Soldier.» you whispered.

«Killer.»

«Killer.» you agreed.

Sleep must had caught you not too long before heavy knocks startled you.

Still bogged in dark dreams, with your back on fire, you hissed softly between the sheets.

«Killer! Open up! I know she's there.»

It was Kid's voice, and it was oozing with rage.

You buried your grimace in the pillow.

Killer got up and reached the door.

Instead of letting the captain in, though, he quickly slid outside.

«What the fuck are you doing? I'm getting in!»

«Kid, wait.»

Their voices were clearly audible from inside.

Your tense body curled up under the sheets.

«What?! Why the fuck did she came here anyway?»

«Because I told her to.»

«You what?»

Killer sighed.

«To avoid situations like these. She's messed up, Kid. If you get in there now, what do you hope to achieve?»

«I...!»

Kid stopped.

You could picture his twitching snarl in your head.

«I don't know what happened between you two,» Killer continued «but if you push her now, I'm afraid you'll definitely lose her.»

Your heart speeded up in your chest.

Kid didn't reply.

«Let her rest, okay?»

There was some soft mumbling you couldn't distinguish, then you heard the redhead's heavy strides get away.

Killer came back in and closed the door.

«I know you're awake.»

You stayed silent.

«Can I check your wound?»

«Why?»

«You're bleeding. And sweating.»

You grunted, but clumsily lifted and sat on the mattress.

When you started to remove your shirt, Killer cleared his voice.

«Keep your chest covered, please.»

«You saw me already.»

«Just do it.»

Too weak to protest, you gave your back to him, pulled off your shirt and unclasped your bra, but kept the fabric over your breasts.

He got closer to examine the long cut.

You shuddered when his cold fingers traced the sides of it.

«Two stiches look bad, you should have them fixed tomorrow. Didn't the doctor give you any unguent?»