𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒊 ༊*·˚ ∥ hunter x reader

┊͙ sweet nurse

Synopsis : an alternate aftermath to the 'Hunting Palismen' episode, with you 🌻

w a r n i n g :
→ adult language

Word count: 2509

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ sweet nurse ˊˎ-

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Noiseless.
Harrowing silence.

Drip.

Drip.

The rusty, loose sink tried making up for the lack of sounds.

Waves of (h/c) locks followed your gentle, delicate motions, like a smooth mender of a flowing river. You stretched and fitted on a pair of hygiene gloves.

Prudent, the golden guard sat atop the wooden, old, treatment couch in deep thought - too engrossed in skimming through the memories of tonight's miraculous events, ones of which he'd witnessed and partaken in with that bizarre human girl.
He'd become completely detached from his current environment.

Carrying out your duties as a high ranking member of the healing coven, selectively chosen by the emperor himself, you gathered an 'antiseptic potion' from the cabinet. Tenderly, you applied the potion to goldie's torn forehead.

The wound sizzled.

Eyes snapping wide, the golden guard winced in affliction, "fuck!"

SLAM.

The golden guard's iron fist collided to the dark oak trolley table, positioned adjacent to the treatment couch. Other vials of potions shook out of place on the trolley.

You jumped, squeaking out of fright.
"A-are you okay?" Hesitating, you shyly spoke up with genuine concern.

He sucked in a deep breath through his adorable diastema teeth, maintaining a cool composure through the treatment.
"...fine." Hollow, he finally spoke, replying to your prior query.

You peered at him in empathy. This poor boy, he looks so terribly exhausted and yet he persists in keeping up a strong facade.
"...Hey, it's okay," you began, compassion clearly interlaced with your tone.

His upturned, mulberry eyes remained elsewhere, he avoided meeting yours - mainly, to avoid embarrassing himself any further in front of someone who works for his regally-upheld 'uncle'.

"It's okay to show that you're in pain, y'know..." Graciously, you smiled at him, "after all, I am here to help you."

However, despite your emotional support, Goldie proved far more difficult to break - he kept still and silent, like a cold, old statue.

Sighing, you stitched your lips shut and continued your job. While doing so, you noticed a strand of his fair hair burned at the end. Strange...

Swift, you finished cleaning up his injury, before forming a perfect circle with your index over the gaping wound. A radiant, powder-white glow trailed alongside your finger's fluid stirring.
Concluding on your healing spell, the golden guard's graze sealed up, fully healed.