SteinXReader

You shiver, watching from the grey table that you were strapped to as a man cut into your weapon, causing her to scream. You yell back, tears steaming down your face and as she quiets down, either because she was too weak or she was dead, you continue to shout. The man turns to face you, scowling. 

"You're distracting me." he growls, grey eyes flashing, causing you to whimper, trying to shrink in the grey hospital gown that covered very little of your body. "That's better," he murmurs, turning to face your now moaning weapon. You lock eyes with her, tears flowing freely from both of your eyes when, suddenly, her eyes go dead. 

"No," you whisper, eyes wide. The man turns the screw in his grey hair, confused. 

"Interesting," he turns to face you again, his large, grey glasses glinting evilly. "Your turn." he smirks. You struggle in your bonds, fighting to get out of the grey straps. You feel something cold pull your gown up, revealing you (f/c) panties. 

"Get away from me!" you scream, tearing the straps on your legs and swing them up to kick the doctor in his face. He stumbles back, landing on the body of your dead weapon. You growl, tearing the rest of your bindings and jumping from the table, landing on the grey haired man. "Leave her alone!" you shout, gripping his neck. 

"Stop," he chokes out, pushing against you chest causing you to get more angry. You pull an arm back to hit him when you feel a shock go through your body. You go limp into his waiting arms, groaning softly. "Listen," he says lowly, moving you so that he cradles you, "I'm Dr. Stein, I work at the DWMA. I just saved your weapons life, she had black blood in her so I did what I could to get it out. I also gave her some depressants so that she would just go to sleep. She's fine." You blush, now seeing your mistake. 

"Sorry," you whisper as Stein carries you to another room with a plush looking bed.

"You know, I've heard a lot about you two," he says, laying you down on the bed, "being that you two are sisters and all. I still need to check if any blood got into you, though." You shiver as he again pulls your gown up, rubbing your skin. You weakly slap his hand away.

"What-"

"I'm checking," he says sternly, placing his cool hands back on your feverish skin, "to see if you have any open wounds."

"Oh," you whisper, relaxing a little. 

"I think you're alright." he sighs, covering you back up. You yawn, tired from struggling earlier. "Why don't you go to sleep?" he smiles softly and you snuggle into the blankets around you quickly falling asleep.