Chapter Six
To the anon who sent the ask abt Niko bean, prepare for the next Chapter <3
Cw: rough caretaker / reluctant caretaker
Chapter One
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Niko stared at the tiles in front of him, hugging his knees close to his chest as his vision was a blur. It was peaceful in the bath, small bubbles covering his arms as he smiled fondly at them. He blew at the bath suds, watching them float around him. The bath was so warm, his eyes grew heavy as he took a deep breath.
His back was a mess of dull pain and agony but the warmth distracted him. He was still shaking slightly but much less. Martyn had put a blue mixture in with the bath, telling Niko how it would help his muscles relax and feel less painful. And being honest? He already felt the throbbing die down slightly.
The clothes he had changed into were warm from the heat of the radiator. He was guided from the bathroom to some sort of medical room. His eyes scanned the place as he was slowly brought inside by Marcus. He had his warm jumper folded in his hands, cold tingling at his skin as he wasn't allowed to wear it yet.
“Take a seat,” the doctor mumbled, busied as he got his equipment ready, putting on gloves once he was ready.
Niko gulped but didn't hesitate as he hopped up onto the medical table, wincing as his back seared in pain.
The doctor scoffed, rolling his eyes, “You can quit feeling sorry for yourself.” He took out a wipe and came up behind Niko, wiping the wounds rougher than Niko was wishing for.
“Sh-shit that hurts-“ he was quickly cut off as the doctor grabbed a fistful of the captive’s hair, yanking his head back.
“Quit fucking whining before I restrain you.”
Niko snarled but sat still, showing the doctor that he could comply. For now.
The doctor huffed out another sigh before resuming his -practically- scrubbing. Niko bit his lip hard as his body tensed, “You- you could be a bit more gentle,” he growled, digging his fingers against the table. The wipe only came down rougher against his skin and Niko had enough.
He rushed to his feet, spinning around as he growled at the doctor, “You're only making it worse!”
The fury in the doctor’s eyes was Niko’s first warning before the man lunged forward and threw him against the table. He had gathered both of Niko’s wrists in one hand and slammed them over his head before growling in his ear, “I suggest you fucking behave before you make me loose my temper.”
Niko whimpered, squirming against the man’s grip as he tried to escape, “Le-let go, creep…”
The doctor’s grip only tightened as he glared at Niko, “If you don't behave in ten fucking seconds, I have no other choice but to get Martyn in here, and I am more than positive when I say that I know for certain that he would have no problem giving you an extra beating for this ridiculous behaviour.”
Niko gulped, clenching his jaw as he glared at the doctor, but his fighting soon stopped.
“Good boy,” The doctor smirked, knowing full well how much it angered the other while he ruffled Niko’s hair.
As the doctor cleaned his wounds, it felt like it was taking hours. Niko tried to silence his pathetic whimpers by biting down hard onto his fist, screwing his eyes shut. The last thing left was cleaning the cut which decorated his cheekbone from a hard punch to the face he had gotten earlier that day.
He winced as the wound was cleaned, trying to distract himself. The doctor was quiet, clearly not happy with his job. All that could be heard was the ticking of the clock. Niko’s eyes glanced at the two arms of the clock, small hand at the three, little hand at the-
Niko yelped as he was hit up the back of his head. “Nope,” The doctor smirked, “You're not allowed that.” He grabbed a fistful of Niko’s hair, shoving the other’s face to the medical bed, “Stay.” He ordered, humming to himself as he strolled over and took the clock, putting it face-down on the counter.
The doctor took off the plastic gloves, throwing them into the bin before making his way back over to Niko, smirking as he noticed the lad was still in the same position, “Good dog,” He chuckled.
Niko’s head snapped up with a growl as he glared at the doctor, “I am not a dog.” The doctor simply smiled the smug smile which never seemed to leave his goddamn face, “Alright, mutt, hands in front of you, Marcus will bring you back to Martyn.
Niko hated how Martyn seemed like a leisure compared to the doctor. He held his wrists out in front of him, showing he was no threat before he was led out of the door. Marcus took him from there, no blindfold this time. Niko glanced a few looks around the house, trying to take it all in but this house seemed like a blood maze.
He was shoved into a room, a soft carpet under his feet as he looked up, Martyn sat on the couch, smile on his face, “My buttercup, care to join me?”
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