Imagine Luis surviving his knife wound and you patch him up.
“¡Joder! That hurts, you know?”
“Don’t have anesthesia, I told you. Stop moving.”
“Right, sorry- ¡Ay, Dios! Are you stitching with a knitting needle or something?”
You had to hide your laugh under a scoff, thankful he couldn’t see your amused smile at his attitude.
Luis was leaning against a crate when you finally caught up to him and Leon. The latter informed you of their encounter with Krauser, the Spaniard’s injuries confirmed by pain-filled groans. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you had Luis moved to one of the metal tables near the mine’s exit and stripped him of his shirt and jacket. He weakly made a teasing comment about you using his injury to get him out of his clothes, but you ceased his attempts at jest by gently making him lay on his stomach and dove right into the task of treating the gushing wound.
Thanks to your meticulous efforts and the medicinal herbs that Leon keeps around in his case, Luis was stable in no time. Able to breathe a little easier, he instructed Leon to fetch the key from his jacket pocket, saying that the agent will need it to gain access to his laboratory on the island where he and Ashley will then use the surgical equipment to remove the parasites from their bodies. After assuring him that the both of you will be fine and will catch up after Luis is completely patched up and ready to go, Leon made his swift exit, leaving the both of you alone. Which brings you to this point in time- you suturing him.
“Should consider yourself lucky. Any deeper and the blade would have struck your heart. Then… well, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“You call it “luck”, my friend, but I like to look at it as divine blessing.” Here we go, this you have to hear.
Curiously you ask, “Oh, yeah? And how do you figure that?”
“Es obvio, ¿no?” he gestures with a wave of one of his hands that he was using to rest his head on. “An angel is healing me.”
You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling, but there was no denying the warm flutter in your heart at his suave words. “Sweet talker.”
Luis doesn’t respond, but you can tell the man was grinning ear to ear from your remark. Aside from a few more Spanish curses and colorful complaints about the pain, the rest of the procedure went smoothly. Once the final stitch was made, you gently applied antibiotics over the freshly closed wound before covering it with a clean bandage. You notice the man shiver under your touch when you placed a hand upon his broad back to keep him steady.
“There. Now try to sit up. Slowly,” you sternly advised. “Don’t want you opening that up doing something insane.”
Luis mutters under his breath, “Supongo que no debería saltar sobre más gigantes…”
“What was that?”
“¡Nada!” He jolts upright into a seated position, wincing at the sudden move that surely aggravated his injury. You would have been incensed if you weren’t so concerned for his wellbeing. After a careful reassessment to ensure that the stitches didn’t tear under the cloth, you proceeded to secure them by rolling more bandages around his torso. Your hands glided against the firm muscles of his defined chest and back as you did this.
You stood within the cage of his legs as you worked and can feel the heavy weight of his eyes on you. There was a concentrated look you tried to maintain to quell the nervous energy beating inside at your close proximity to him, but it was a losing battle. Luis’ body was radiating with an inviting warmth and a musky spice that delightfully filled your senses. You want nothing more than to drown in him, but willed yourself to keep your distance, internally conceding to give him space to recover from his near-death experience.
“This is nice,” Luis comments, breaking the comfortable silence.
You meet his eyes with an inquisitive look. “You find receiving treatment from an almost fatal stab wound to be pleasant?”
“I was not stabbed, the knife was thrown. There is a difference.” the man corrected with snark grin and you would have returned the witty remark had he not continued with his line of thought aloud. “Just thinking that it’s been awhile since it was only the two of us. Leon is good company, mind you. Pero, uh, he lacks your appeal.”
A snort escapes you, secretly giddy from his praise. “Think you’re so charming, huh?”
Mild amusement glints his grey eyes. “Have I not been this entire time?”
You shrug playfully, “Your game could use a little work.”
He returns your jest with an exaggerated pout, “¡Ay, mi orgullo! Your words cut deeper than the knife that struck me.”
Your chest heaves in hearty laughter. You shouldn’t have found it hilarious, but Luis had this innate ability to make a grave situation something to poke fun about. It’s what makes him so endearing. While you try to catch your breath, you missed the look of pure adoration he wore as he took in the sight of your smiling face. His usual coy smirk gently curving into something softer. Eventually you finish patching him up and help him back into his shirt and jacket. The man grumbles that the fine leather was now ruined, earning you another heartfelt chuckle.
Once he was presentable, he beholds you , “Gracias. Guess, uh, I owe you one, ¿si?”
“Your life, I’d say.” you nod, tone cheeky and good-natured.
It was his turn to laugh under his breath. He takes your hand in his, relishing in the feeling of touching you again. Soft determination flashes in his gaze as he mentally mulled over your words with newfound hope.
“Take it then,” Luis says. “It’s yours.”
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I think im going to get a commission of the scene i have in my head i wanted to draw/write because I am unsure i can do it justice or get the feeling across ( I will give it a go) but im thinking i might commission it.
I have written out the general idea of the scene because if i didnt get that on paper in the simplest form my brain would explode and or i would forget :P
there are so many writings i want to share but none of them are finished and they are just half put together
though if anyone wants me to post what i have let me know:
more loose concepts for Beatrice and Smoker
two solid (ish?) ones for Miruna and Mihawk
and one nearly done for Hope and Heisenberg that has been sitting in my drafts for probably almost a year or two? (i dont even know anymore) but i wanted to change some of it so idk
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