pov: Eyeless Jack is the best doctor in the world
- Ay, that's fu... - Yasuda bit his lip to keep from swearing.
- What a rich vocabulary you have, however. - Jack grinned hoarsely, threading the needle through the skin. - Others give me whole obscene monologues, but you still hold on.
- When will the painkillers already take effect? - Yasuda exhaled, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a trembling hand.
- When, will work then will work. Be grateful that I gave it to you at all. - Jack checked the first few stitches and muttered thoughtfully to himself. - My reserves are not infinite. Considering that you get injured at an enviable frequency, it's surprising that I have anything left of the medicines.
Yasuda leaned his head back on the iron table and shuddered violently, the surface was cold, as well as all the basement rooms. Jack growled something, and asked irritably:
- What's in my words "don't move, otherwise I'll fucking pierce you in the wrong place", don't you understand?
- Yes, everything is clear to me. - Yasuda winced once again, feeling the needle move in his wound. - Simple... It's cold in here.
- But corpses don't rot so fast. - Jack chuckled and ordered, - Now shut up. Don't stop me from working.
Yasuda squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe evenly. However, it was not necessary to close your eyes, considering that the room was almost dark. There was only a thin strip of light under one of the doors. In fact, why would a blind person need light? He's doing just fine without him. How well the wound is being sewn up for him, it even seems, with some professional negligence.
The pain was dulling, Yasuda almost did not feel the needle in his skin anymore. Breathing has leveled off.
- Let go of the table.
- What? - Yasuda asked, suddenly realizing that his throat was dry.
- Let go of the table, I'm telling you. I need you to turn around. - Jack repeated with tired irritation.
Yasuda unclenched his numb fingers with difficulty.
He didn't even notice that he was holding onto the table all this time.
Jack continued to stitch up his wound.
It was getting sleepy, but Yasuda tried not to move once again, so as not to annoy Jack even more. And then you never know. Toby told that he was once tied to the operating table. He was not himself, and tried to resist too actively. Then walked for several days with terrible bruises from the ropes.
Footsteps echoed hollowly down the corridor. The voices got closer and became more distinct. It seems, Masky and Hoodies. And the first one was clearly very unhappy. It looks like Hoodie was delaying his visit to Jack again until the last moment. Speaking of which.
- Why is Hoodie so afraid of you? Did you really take a bite out of him after all?
- I'm going to take a bite out of you if you don't shut up.
- And when will I be able to remove the stitches? - Yasuda couldn't bring himself to be silent for some reason. Maybe a side effect of the painkiller?
- I haven't sewed you up yet, and you're already asking about the removal of stitches. - If Jack could, he would probably roll his eyes right now.
- Well...
- When I tell you, then you'll take it off. Now shut up. - Jack shook his head irritably. - You're just like Toby, that jerk talks all the time too. Next time, I'll inject you with a double dose of painkillers, you'll fall asleep and at least you won't bother me.
- The main thing is that I would not fall asleep forever. Yasuda muttered, looking at the opening doors.
English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.
Written based on: "pov: your room is next to eyeless jack's (background noises)"
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