Slasher X Reader 16+

Slasher got Slashed (MM)

Warnings: gore, gn!reader, this is entirely self indulgent.
DISCLAIMER: i am by no means a medical professional- or experienced with stuff like this- so this is from basic googling and what i think I'd do.
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   "What happened???"
Michael stumbled in through the door at roughly- 1:00am in the morning. His hand held his side, coveralls ripped and blood seeping through the seams and fabric. You always wished he'd take better care of himself, more so now more than any other time. You still stood and helped him onto your couch, not sure if he'd make it to your bathroom. He flopped down onto your couch, muscle and all. You heard the wood creak underneath his weight but didn't pay much attention to it as you ran down the hallway to grab a few towels and an old- expired first aid kit.
     You wouldn't use the old neosporin on him, but you found a couple other things which would help.

      Carefully, you peeled his coveralls away from the wound, wincing as it pulsed and blood gushed from the wound and onto your couch. That'd stain. You shook your head, grabbing an antiseptic wipe packet, pulling apart the seams and wiping underneath the large gash. You threw the wipe off to the side, grabbing another one to clean around the wound before you could put any bandages on it.
        Afterwards, you placed a couple square gauze pads onto the gash- since you hadn't owned one which covered it completely. You asked Michael to hold them there while you grabbed your gauze roll, surprisingly he listened. That gave you enough time to unroll the gauze and wrap it around his torso, keeping the pads tight and snug at the side of his chest. You grabbed the instant- cold compress and squeezed, feeling it start to freeze in your hands. At that, you placed it and held it at Michael's side for him. You placed a kiss on his bicep and sighed.

    "You did kill the dude that did this to you... Right? Like they're not gonna come banging on my door in a couple minutes?" You asked, lips pressing into a thin line. You had a machete- Michael brought it back with him for some unknown reason. But maybe you could get that and attack said person-
Your thoughts were interrupted when Michael's head dropped onto the back of your couch and he released a small snore. You giggled at that.
    But seriously, you wouldn't have to stay up all night staring out your front door- right?
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A/N: this is so self indulgent i debated posting this