Michael Myers x Male Reader
Michael Myers did not fear anything.
At least he didn't till you came along.
He looked at you, his horrified expression hidden behind his mask, as you grasped your side trying desperately to keep back the crimson fluid trying desperately to escape. Face twisted in agony you reached out to Michael and he quickly responded moving to you his movements seemed different from his usual confident strides but you hardly noticed as the blood loss was getting to you. Holding you with care Michael quickly swept you off your feet carrying you to the bathroom in your small apartment.
Your bottom met with the cold porcelain of your counter as Michael rummaged through the cupboards before pulling out an old, but frequently used, medical kit. A lazy smile settled on your face as you watched your lover shakily patch you up.
"M' sorry bout this Michael, didn't mean ta scare ya." your words were slightly slurred. Michael didn't have time to process your words, the adrenaline rush causing him to be hyper focused as he attempted to sew you up using a sterile needle he found in the kit.
Why was this so hard, you always made it look easy. Michael thought as he heard a sharp intake of pain from above. Your head lolled back and you tried to focus on anything but the needle trying to hold you together. After Michael deemed he'd done all he could he grabbed a roll of bandages and haphazardly wrapped up your injuries, a few parts sagging but it would work for now.
A relieved sigh left your mouth when Michael stood, grabbing your chin as he examined your face and neck for any injuries he might have missed. You looked fine.
This was hell.
Your entire torso was soar and you could barely move without causing a flash of pain to consume you.
It's been a few days since you were stabbed and you were currently laying in your bed shirtless. Your wound was on display and it was only getting uglier and uglier as time passed, the area surrounding the line of stitches was a multitude of reds and purples.
"Michael!" you called out barely hiding your distressed whimper as the pain started up again. The killer practically knocked the door down as he ran into the bedroom, his mask was off and the panic was clear on his face as his eyes scanned the room for any threats. A strangled laugh left your lips.
Ever since you returned Michael had been extra protective and alert, he barely left your side and constantly hovered around you instantly jumping to tend to any needs you may have. It was almost comical to see the sudden change in behavior that your injury had brought, before you would've gotten immediately shut down if you would have asked the stoic man for anything that wasn't in arms reach and now Michael was willing to go across town just to get you pain meds.
Speaking of pain meds.
After the man realized that you were in need of pain relief he quickly went downstairs before returning with the white pills that would grant you a moment of painless bliss. You swallowed the pills quickly all the while Michael watched you.
You were so unused to having Michael taking care of you. It was a strange thing to you, mainly because you were always the one taking care of Michael. So many times Michael had come home in the same, or more often worse, condition than you had and you'd quickly patch him up and get him to bed to rest and heal, but now Michael was the one in charge.
A few minutes later the throbbing slightly subsided now just a dull ache, contently you sighed and closed your eyes.
The bed dipped behind you and Michael pulled you into his arms protectively before hiding his face in the crook of your neck, ticking you slightly as the brown curls brushed against your exposed skin. You were shocked by the sudden show of physical affection, it was nice.
"Maybe I should get stabbed more offen." you joked as you pushed yourself back to the man holding you burying yourself further in his embrace.
He bit you, it wasn't hard enough to break skin but it did cause you to flich. "Got it, no more getting stabbed. Sorry love." satisfied with your answer Michael kissed the spot on your neck that he bit you letting you know he forgave you for your poorly timed attempt at humor.
The added warmth that Michael provided was welcome and intoxicating and you soon found yourself slowly lulled to sleep, as you drifted off you felt a pair of chapped lips on yours.

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