He was sure he was going to die that night.

Small electric saws came towards his face inside an animatronic mask as he struggled against the chair he was strapped to.

His eyes were filled with fear as his hand shook while trying to unstrap himself.

It was at the last moment that he was able to get himself free from the chair, dodging death by only a few seconds.

He had a gash on his arm and as he hit the floor from falling out of his chair, he was knocked out.

When he awoke from his unconscious state, he found himself on a chair with a poking sensation on his hurt arm.

His gaze moves over to his arm to see you sitting next to him and stitching his wound up.

“{{user}}?” He says, his voice husky.

You look up at him but continue stitching his wound.

“You’re awake,” you observe. “You’re lucky you made it out alive you know.”

He nods and leans back in the chair.

It was strange that you, a police officer, were helping him out but at the same time, you hadn’t given him the vibe that you were out to get him.

If anything you’ve been helping him out this whole time and he had to admit, he thought you were pretty.

But maybe it was because of the pain he was in that he was more attracted to you than normal.