I closed my eyes when they started the removal, hoping when I reopened, I could see out of my both of my eyes this time. I squeezed Eric's hand in anticipation.
"Are you in pain?" Eric asked once he felt the action.
The bandages stopped moving as soon as he asked that. I gently shook my head for a 'no'. After that the doctor proceeded. I took a deep breath after I felt the last bandage come from around my neck.
"Oh my.." The woman's voice started to say.
"Open up your eyes, (Y/N).." The Doctor commanded, gently.
Slowly, I opened up my eyes, still not being able to see from my right.. I turned my head, slightly to look over at Eric. For once in my life, I saw something that I had never seen in my life from him; Pity. He pitied me.. He didn't have to say it, he didn't have to prove it, I could tell from the way his eyebrows lowered some and his expression changed the slightest.
I let go of his hands, laying my left on the bed. I turned my head back straight so he wouldn't have to see it.
"Try to talk, (Y/N)." Eric whispered.
I opened my mouth up, but the words I wanted, didn't come out. Nothing came out. Not even a squeak.
"Your vocal chords need more time to heal. Do you want to see the scars?" Doc asked.
I looked in the corner of my left eye to see Eric staring at me the whole time I nodded for a 'yes'.
"I'm here for you. It's okay." He promised.
He grabbed my hand once again, not even paying attention that I had taken it from his grasp. He held it close to his beating heart. The pity expression left, but now it was just his stoic expression. The nurse handed Doc a small mirror, but she refused to even glance at me. What? Am I really that hideous?
I turned my head back to the Doctor, who had the mirror on both his hands. In the reflection, I saw something that I could never even imagine, but yet, on my left, I still had my shining (E/C) eyes with a couple of cuts, the person that everyone had adored. My hand, shakily, made its way to the ruined skin.
"Don't do that, (Y/N)." Doc warned, quickly grabbing my wrist.
Slowly, he brought it back down to the bed.
"It will have to stay covered until it completely heals up." He said, letting go.
I didn't cry, I didn't move, I didn't say a word. I just stared at the person staring back at me. You don't understand how much I want to cry, but something wouldn't allow that to happen. No matter the thoughts, the will, the power. Somehow, it told me that I was Weak, I was Powerless, and Scared.
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Eric Colter X Reader /// Pain InflictionAction
(Y/N) (L/N) is the heart of Dauntless; she is the love, the forgiving part of the Hell. She shows passion in her work. Eric Colter the stomach of Dauntless; he is a ruthless leader, the unforgiving Devil. He shows tyrant in his work. ///I DO NOT OWN...