Red Feather (Hawks x Reader)

Cake and underwe-HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE

Cleaning everything up was hell. Mostly because I was shaking with exhaustion and pain. It took 30 minutes for all of the injuries to set. Thankfully the bullet hole didn't settle all of the way, though there was still a hole in my arm. It wasn't bleeding. It was more scabbed and filled with pus.

I know it sounds gross but it was worse then one might think.

I stumbled to pick up some of my stuff that had fallen during Hawks's fight and fell to my knees, landing in some glass. I let out a cry. From the corner of my eye, I see Hawks turn around with a concerned look on his face. He quickly did a half-jog over to where I was keeled.

"Hey hey hey, " He said gently, "enough of that. I'll patch everything up. You go to sleep so you can heal, yeah?"

Tears threatened to spill over.

How is it humanly possible to endure so much pain? He took it like a god! Don't cry now. You'll look pathetic.

I tried to smile and sat back so I wouldn't be kneeling in glass anymore. Even though I tried my hardest not to cry, salty, unforgiving, burning tears soaked my face in a hurry. His comforting smile turned into a straight face, his eyes half-lidded and now looked like a shadow had fallen over his completion.

"This is going to hurt but I'm going to carry you to your bed, get some duck tape and get that glass out if your knee, then I have some powerful sleeping pills in my belt, okay? You heal in your sleep? Oh shit, I'm sorry kid."

I tried to respond but to be honest, I didn't comprehend what he said. I could hear him but I wasn't listening. My mind was fogged with dull but strong pain everywhere.

He gently picked me up and I started unintentionally crying harder. He carried me as though I was going to shatter and I'm thankful he did because, at that moment, it felt like I was going to.

Tears blurred my vision and the sound of me crying had crescendo-ed slightly. When he set me on the bed I let out a pathetic whimper.

"Alright, here you go. Duck tape?"

"Kitchen", I managed to get out in between throat searing sobs, "Junk drawer, under knives."

He left and I cried there to my self. My quirk making me sleepy was something I was thankful for but it wasn't enough. Maybe it was my quirk, maybe it was the exhaustion from taking Hawks's wounds maybe it was from crying, the adrenaline who knows?

Fuck make it stop-

Hawks came back with duck tape and unrolled a bit. He placed it on my knee then gently and carefully patted it down, then ripped it off.

To be honest I didn't even question why he needed duck tape but now that I had some doubts, they immediately melted away when I saw the glass that used to be on my knee on the duck tape.

The duck tape didn't hurt at all compared to my arm, headache, or the rest. All of it faded together. My crying eased only a little and the shock subsided slowly. He was softly talking to me about how I'm never going to heal him again and how he'll pay for everything and some sorry's were mixed into there I think but I wasn't paying any attention. I only heard the words that would occasionally poke through my foggy head.

"My clothes-", the state of my voice shocked me. It came out choked, rough and strained. I continued, "Hurt. They're rubbing and it hurts"

He nodded and I saved my breath. summoned a feather from the living room and floated it to his hand. I saw it change texture as it hardened.

"I'm going to cut it off okay? That way it doesn't rub more, yeah? Don't worry I'll leave some stuff on."

I didn't care I just needed this tight clothing off. He used his feather to cut the sides and the sleeves if my shirt and slipped it off. Then he cut the sides of my jeans and did the same. Through the pain, I saw that he looked guilty. Horribly guilty. I don't think he knew I was still there mentally to see him because he wasn't hiding the look in his eyes. I did the only thing I could think of to lighten the mood.