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Chapter IV || Chapter VI

➵ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You team up with Steve to fight the demodogs with Dustin, Lucas, and Max and Joyce instructs you to help exercise Will with Nancy and Jonathan. You finally admit your feelings towards Billy.

➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Billy Hargrove, platonic!Steve Harrington, bestfriend!Nancy Wheeler x Henderson!reader

➵ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 7.3k

➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Fighting, abuse mention (physical), brief SA mention, blood, absent parents, you get hurt. Poor Will and everything he went through in s2. Mews (rip). Drugged Billy.

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Dustin came bursting through your door as you were on the phone with Billy, telling you to hang up and that he needed to talk to you now. You awkwardly said goodbye and hung up, wondering what in God’s name your brother could’ve wanted.

“I’ve been trying to keep this from you because I thought I had it under control. But I don’t. And I need your help.” Dustin said, panicked. You gestured for him to continue, hoping that your brother’s frantic episode was an absolute emergency. “There’s a junkyard about ten miles northeast from the school, can you take me to it? I’ll explain everything on the way.”

Dustin sounded scared. You knew you had to help him, and it bothered you that he wasn’t explaining the situation enough. But you told yourself to be patient; that answers would come eventually. You agreed, taking a few minutes to change and grab your keys.

Giving you directions as you drove, Dustin confessed everything that had happened in the last week and a half. Will was having seizure-like episodes, and he’d discovered a creature living in the trashcan outside their house on Halloween and kept it in his room. It hated light, ate his candy bars, and was once no bigger than his palm. But since he’d kept it and fed it, it got bigger and bigger. At first, he thought he’d discovered a new species. He named it D’Artagnan, Dart for short. Soon enough, he came home one day to find Dart feeding on Mews.

You were furious. It all made sense, why you hadn’t seen your car in days, why Dustin was spending hours in the AV room after school, why he grabbed so much food before leaving the house. It almost seemed fake, like this was some sick practical joke he was pulling on you. But he seemed too frantic to be lying.

Mews was an old cat, on the brink of death on and off for the last two years. She was lazy and only really enjoyed your company. She was a gift from your mother on your fifth birthday, and you were attached to her for most of your childhood.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Dustin said.

“it’s okay,” you shrugged. This was out of your control, and it terrified you. You could blame him for keeping that thing in your house for so long. You could blame him for Dart killing the cat. But Dustin was obviously just as scared as you were. He clearly knew he made a mistake; you didn’t want to make things worse. “Just as long as nobody else knows about this. Only you and me.”

“Well,” Dustin started, causing you to groan.

“Oh my god, who else knows?”

“Well, Mike, Lucas, Will, Max-“

“Max?” you asked, recognizing the name. Was this the same Max who you met on Halloween? Billy’s stepsister?

“Yeah, she’s new.”

“Does she have red hair and ride a skateboard?”

“Yeah, how’d you know that?”

You held your breath, wondering if everybody you knew was aware of the situation except you. You worried Billy was in danger, and that frightened you more than the idea of your own life being in danger. “No reason.”

Dustin paused, knowing there was something you weren’t telling him. He decided to let it go, for now. “Anyway, Steve knows too.”

“Steve?” you interjected, “as in Steve Harrington?” What was Steve Harrington doing in all this? What was he doing hanging out with a bunch of middle schoolers?

“Yes. Nancy dumped him and now he’s helping me.” Dustin said. This was new information to you. It hadn’t been long since the Halloween party, and they seemed fine. Not happy, but fine. You couldn’t help but wonder how Nancy was doing in all this. Was she okay? What caused her to break up with him?

Following all of Dustin’s directions, you arrived at the junkyard. The sun was setting, the air smelled of old meat and garbage, and from a distance, you spotted Steve, Lucas, and Max.

“Finally,” Steve called, “I was starting to think you’d chickened out.”

“I wouldn’t,” Dustin said as the two of you walked towards the group, “besides, I got more help.”

You and Steve locked eyes, not knowing what to say to each other. You hadn’t spoken since the movie theater incident a year ago. After becoming sort-of-friends with Dustin, Steve realized he’d messed up. Regardless of the things his former friends told him about you, he regretted his decision the minute he picked up the can of spray paint.

No, the minute he believed Chris’s lies.

The word ‘slut’ was thrown around more times than he could count when he and Chris talked about you and Nancy. Nancy had broken his heart, telling him she never truly loved him, and even though he was so angry with her, he couldn’t imagine doing something like that to her again. He was lucky enough to get a second chance with her after all of that. And now, for some reason, he felt this genuine companionship between himself and your younger brother. Though he’d never say it out loud, Steve cared about the little guy. Dustin was in need of a big brother type of figure, and he found himself willingly filling that role. With that, you were- in a way- like a sister to him.

“How good can you hit?” Steve asked, handing you a bat with nails sticking out of the top.

“I don’t miss.” You said, feeling a year-old anger brew at the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t be mad at Steve. You had to take whatever anger you were feeling and put it all towards fighting this creature Dustin had told you about.

Steve gave a genuine smile, “Perfect.”

Dustin and Steve had advised the group to stay alert while you all waiting in an abandoned school bus for the creature to come. They’d set up a line of lunch meats for him to follow, leading him here. The bus would act as your shield. To your surprise, this wasn’t the first time Dustin and his friends had hidden in this bus to avoid something that could potentially kill them. A year prior, they had been hunted by the secret service members at Hawkins Lab over information they had about a patient who escaped. A little girl, the same age as Dustin and his friends. They called her Eleven. She was an experiment and could move things with her mind. Dustin recalled her flipping a van over their heads, breaking a kid’s arm, and shattering a glass door all with her mind. You found that to be unbelievable. Yet again, after you saw what happened to Barb, you couldn’t afford to stay naïve. Eleven was gone now. She’d disappeared after Will came back, and they all presumed she was dead.

Now here you were, sitting next to Steve Harrington in an abandoned school bus. And you were surprisingly cool with it.

“This random girl-“

“Max. Her name is Max.” you said.

“Okay, Max,” Steve said, “I think Dustin likes her.”

You looked over at Dustin, who was on the opposite side of the bus while Max and Lucas had climbed outside to the top. “What? No way.” You said. Dustin having a crush? There was no way that was possible. Dustin was still a baby to you.

“Yeah, I think so. He’s been asking me all kinds of shit about getting a girl to like him and how he looks.”

“Oh, like you’re the master?” you joked, causing Steve to smile.

“He didn’t come to me begging for advice,” Steve defended, “it just sort of happened. Anyway, it’s thanks to me and my amazing advice that that kid has any game at all.”

“Sure,” you said, “and has any of this advice actually worked out for him? I’m sure your girlfriend could tell me… oh wait…” you sucked in air through your teeth, and Steve didn’t seem happy with the response. He looked away and down at his hands, and you sensed right away that you’d said the wrong thing. “Hey, I’m sorry. That was kind of a bitchy thing to say.”

“It’s fine.” Steve said, “Turns out everything between the two of us wasn’t real anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“At Tina’s. She got really drunk and told me she didn’t love me. That our whole relationship was bullshit.”

This didn’t seem like Nancy. She was spiraling, you could tell. From the argument the two of you had that night, the amount she was drinking, and now learning that she’d also dumped Steve that night. You were starting to see that Nancy was hurting, too. You were just better at hiding it. “I’m sorry.” You said. You never thought you’d be saying that to Steve, especially after everything that happened last year.

Steve gave a sad smile, as if to say it’s okay. “Hey, by the way, I see you hanging out with that new guy.”

“Billy?’ you asked. You never realized the two knew each other.

“Yeah. Just so you know that guy is a grade-A asshole.”

You were shocked. He was always so sweet with you. He had a big, obvious crush on you and you could tell. You couldn’t imagine him being anything other than nice.

“He is not,” you said.

“Yeah, he is. At basketball trials he was being a total dick and it cost me getting on the team,” Steve said.

“Oh please,” you said, “just because you weren’t good enough to get on the team doesn’t mean he’s the asshole.”

“You weren’t there.”

“I didn’t have to be. Besides, he doesn’t start or spread rumors about me saying I’m a huge slut.”

There was a silence following your words. Steve was reminded of what he took part in a year prior. He believed Chris’s lies when he told him you slept together at his party. He spread it around the school, ruining your reputation. “I’m sorry.” He said. He felt like he had to say it. He knew it wasn’t just him who caused you that pain, but since Chris moved, you only had him left as a reminder of what happened. “That wasn’t cool, what happened last year. I wish I could take it back.”

“It wasn’t entirely your fault.”

“Yeah, but I could’ve stopped it.” Steve said. I was just so mad at everyone that I wasn’t thinking. I know you probably hate me. I don’t really know what I can do to make it up to you, but I am really sorry.”

You looked up at Steve, showing a sad smile. “Last year was… chaos,” you said, “from what happened with Barb, to the rumors, I felt like I was being suffocated.” You, overwhelmed with the memories of last year, tried to avoid tears from falling, “And I know I’m never going to get an apology from Chris or anyone at the station, so just you saying sorry-“ You were interrupted by the sound of Steve shushing you, then Lucas and Max frantically making their way back inside the bus. “Seriously? I’m in the middle of pouring my heart and soul out to you and you just-“

“Shhh!” the group silenced you.

There was a loud thud on the roof of the bus, as if something heavy had just landed on top of it. “Shit,” Max said, noticing the door to the roof was still wide open.

You looked up, and right at the opening was a large, slimy creature shaped in a way you imagined only a monster would look like. It stood like a dog but was as big as a six-foot tall man, maybe even bigger. It’s face opened up in front of you, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth that could tear you to shreds. You screamed. Your feet seemed frozen in place, like your body was in too much shock to move.

“Out of the way!” Steve yelled, pushing you to the side and swinging at the creature with his bat. It jumped out and off of the bus, aiding itself after the impact. “Are you okay?” Steve asked, coming to your side. Your arm had a rash on it from sliding and your head was pounding after hitting the floor. You felt like you had a concussion, though you didn’t know what it felt like to have one. Regardless, you were extremely disoriented.

If you had just stayed home, maybe you wouldn’t be here. Maybe you’d be with Billy, wherever he was right now. You’d tell him how your little brother came bursting in, interrupting the call and talking about some crazy monster from his D & D game. You always told him everything. It didn’t take long before you told him everything that happened with Barb and Chris. And you told him everything.

He was livid. You remembered seeing his eyes get glossy, tears of anger starting to form. The rumors he heard about you weren’t true, and he felt like an asshole for believing them. For using them against you. You lost someone close to you that night, and all everyone cared about was whether or not you and Chris slept together. You remembered Billy pulling himself together for you. “Tell me what I can do,” he said, “I can walk you to all your classes, and your car. I don’t want that guy anywhere near you.” There was a little relief when you reminded him that Chris moved over the summer, but he was still upset. You could’ve kissed him right there had your mother not entered the house after coming home from work.

Steve and the kids had taken care of the monster, knocking it into a trap that Lucas and Dustin had spent the afternoon building, while you struggled to get back on your feet. You heard Steve help the kids into his car and run back into the bus. He looked out the window to keep a close eye on the monster, who was a few good hits away from escaping the trap. Steve realized after a few seconds that you physically could not get on your feet without stumbling, so he quickly picked you up and ran out of the bus. “You so owe me now, Henderson.” Steve mumbled. Steve helped you into the backseat of his car while Dustin and Max assessed your head, and just as the crew was driving off, the monster escaped. Steve began to drive as fast as he could, until eventually the monster was out of sight.

You eventually came to your senses, realizing that you were laying on the laps of two eighth graders in the backseat of a car. You quickly sat up, your head pounding but your senses starting to get clearer. Steve was driving, Dustin was in the front seat while you, Max, and Lucas were in the back. “You alright?” Steve asked, noticing you were up. He glanced at you in the rearview mirror. Never in a million years would you have ever imagined yourself happy to see Steve Harrington.

“You totally ate it back there,” Max said, genuinely concerned. Lucas and Dustin seemed to be holding back a laugh at the memory of you falling and hitting your head.

“Hey, dickheads,” Steve said, noticing the boys’ stifled laughter, “she could’ve died. You all are lucky two wiser, older, smarter people are even helping you out right now, or else all three of you definitely would’ve been killed tonight.”

“It’s not bruised, is it?” you asked Max. You wished you could see what it looked like, though you probably looked like hell.

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad,” Max said, trying to look for a positive, “but hey, you’re alive!” You were glad Max was there, at least you had someone you could tolerate through all this.

Before you knew it, the group was pulling into the Byers’ driveway. You made your way into the house, which was torn to pieces inside. Hundreds of sheets of paper were scattered all across the house, almost as if it were making a map. Inside were Nancy, Jonathan, Mike, and Hopper.

“What is going on?” you asked, causing Hopper to become visibly annoyed.

“Give her a break, she’s been through a lot tonight,” Dustin said to Hopper, then turning to you, “Will’s possessed.”

“What?” you asked.

“Whatever monster was with Will when he went missing,” Mike took over, “it’s back. And it took him again. Except it took over his mind.”

“This is the same thing that took Barb. It’s smarter than we thought.” Nancy said. This was the first thing she had said to you since the Halloween party, “We need to stop it before it gets stronger.”

You looked around at the group. Barbara was gone, you knew that for a fact. You’d already hurt so much over the last year. You looked around at this group of Will’s friends. His brother. They didn’t deserve the pain of losing him again, or losing him for good. “Okay. What can I do?”

“Come with me.” Nancy said as you just started to notice that both she and Jonathan had been sweating profusely. You followed Nancy for a few steps before Nancy turned around, noticing your jacket, “You won’t be needing that.”

You took off your jacket, throwing it onto the couch, and Dustin began to follow. “No, no, no.” you said, stopping him.

“What? I want to help Will.”

“You’re staying here.” You said, “I can’t let anything bad happen to you tonight. I don’t know what I’m going to be doing, but I know that if you stay here, you’ll be okay.”

Dustin, defeated, followed your instruction and stayed in the home while you followed Nancy and Jonathan out to the Byers’ shed.

Inside, you saw Joyce Byers, Will and Jonathan’s mother, and Will stepped to a bed, unconscious. Joyce stood up, also drenched in sweat. There were about three different heaters on at once. A small stream of sweat started to run down your forehead, and you knew that this was only the beginning.

“Oh sweetie, thank you so much for helping,” Joyce said to you. You could tell she was in distress. Ever since Will went missing a year prior, she had never been entirely the same. You remembered all the times you’d come into Melvald’s, the convenience store Joyce managed, before everything changed. You’d come in before school to grab something quick to eat if you had forgotten to eat breakfast at home. Sometimes you’d come in so often Joyce would tell you that you didn’t have to pay. You always liked Joyce Byers, despite all the rumors that spread around town about her, how she went crazy after her husband left. When Will came back, it took a while before he was allowed to go out and see his friends again. She wouldn’t let him out of her sight, understandably. You couldn’t help but think if Barb had made it out alive, you wouldn’t want her to leave your sight either. You’d check in every day, bring food for her family or come over for sleepovers every weekend. “I know this is probably really scary, but I promise we’re going to get this thing out of my son.”

You were terrified. What were you going to do once Will woke up? “How bad is it going to get?” you asked, your voice low so you wouldn’t wake him.

“I don’t know.” Joyce admitted, “But we have to keep going, no matter how bad it gets.”

You nudged Jonathan noticing Will was waking up.

“I need you two to hold him down. Nancy, turn up the heat.” Joyce said, going from distressed to serious in a matter of seconds.

“What’s happening?” Will asked. You had known Will since he was in fourth grade with Dustin. You knew his face, how little he was, and you knew his voice. He sounded different now. His voice was rough, like he was being controlled. It wasn’t him; you knew that for a fact.

Nancy turned up the heat as Joyce said, pointing the light directly at Will. He started to shriek, and black veins started appearing on his neck and face. “Hold him down!” Jonathan yelled at you. You noticed Will was starting to hit him, begging for his brother to let him go. He was screaming, and you followed Jonathan’s instructions.

Will’s scream was ear-piercing, and it brought tears to your eyes. You knew Will was still in there, terrified. This was what was best for him, but it brought you a different memory you hadn’t expected.

This whole thing, pinning Will down and having him yell at you to stop, it reminded you of that terrible night at Steve’s house with Chris. You were thankful it didn’t get any farther than it did, but the idea that it could have- the idea that something worse could’ve happened- haunted you. For a whole year, you thought, how could one person do this to another person? It was pure evil. Yet here you were, willingly pinning Will down as he yelled at you to stop. It was for his own good, you kept telling yourself. But it still hurt to know you were inflicting so much fear in him and hurting him.

Nancy watched as you fell apart while holding Will down. His screams were filling up the room, and you weren’t the only one crying. Joyce, Jonathan, and Nancy were also all in tears. “I can’t do this,” you said, loosening your grip on Will and turning away, sobbing. It was all too much for you to handle.

Nancy grabbed your shoulders, “I know this is hard. But we need you to do this. For Will. For Barb.” You stopped crying at her words, ��You are so much stronger than you think. Trust me.” Nancy said.

You turned back to Will, Joyce now talking to him and trying to get some sort of proof that Will was still there. He was, but now his screams were sounding more demonic. Like there were two voices screaming at the same time.

Suddenly, almost tornado-like black clouds emerged out of Will’s mouth. You had only seen something like this once before, and it was in a movie. The demon had been exercised out of a woman’s body, but the movie wasn’t nearly as terrifying as this. The monster escaped out of the window, as if it were being pulled by a stronger force. And Will was unconscious again, only this time for a minute or two.

“Mom?” Will said as he woke up and looked for Joyce. It was done. He was fine. These monsters, this demon, it was gone.

You turned, your face tear stained as you made your way over to Nancy. You hugged, apologizing to each other without saying a single word.

Now knowing you were safe to leave, your mind immediately went to Dustin. You wondered if he was okay or what he had done while you were with Will.

The November air hit you like a truck, causing you to immediately start to shiver after being in a room that was over 100 degrees. You met Dustin outside of the shed, without a scratch on his body. You immediately hugged him after seeing he was okay. It had been two long hours but it felt like an eternity. Your sweat was now starting to feel like someone had dumped cold water on you. You searched for your jacket, but it was nowhere to be found. Knowing you brought it with you, you knew there was only one place it could be. “Oh no,” you said, still shivering.

“What?” Dustin asked.

“I left my jacket in the house. I’ll just be two seconds. Wait here.” You explained. Jonathan had agreed to pick up your car, since you didn’t think it’d be safe for you to drive as far as the junkyard with a head injury; you barely felt comfortable enough to drive home with Dustin in the car.

Dustin looked panicked. He knew that you couldn’t go back inside.

Billy found the group after his parents forced him to go searching for Max. He didn’t want to, he had planned on coming over to your house. When he found them, in a moment of intense anger, he started a fight with Steve. All he said was that he wanted Max to stay away from those boys. After everything that you told him just a few days prior, he had no good reason to trust any other boy in Hawkins. One had already hurt you, and it was his responsibility to take care of Max. He didn’t need her getting hurt too. He didn’t know these boys, but seeing Steve was enough to make him go ballistic. He completely lost himself, admittedly wanting to kill Steve. He pretty much blacked out, unable to control what he was doing. It wasn’t until Max stepped in, stabbing Billy in the neck with a syringe full of medicine they were using to keep Will asleep, knocking him out entirely.

With the serum still pumping through his system, Billy was likely still lying on the floor of the Byers’ house, unconscious or just starting to wake up. Dustin knew at the very least, you and Billy were friends. He couldn’t just have you walk in and find him, though he would love for you to realize the truly evil guy he was. “You can’t do that.”

“What? Why not?” you asked.

“You just can’t. It’s not important. Let’s just go home.”

“Dustin. It won’t take more than two minutes, I swear. If you’re scared to be alone you can come in with me.” You said, taunting him.

“I am not scared.” Dustin said, thinking of all the possible ways he could avoid you seeing Billy. Maybe he could go in and grab the jacket for you, though in all honesty, he didn’t have the slightest clue what your jacket looked like. He never paid attention to that kind of stuff.

Or he could go the extreme route, he could just attack you, right here, right now. It was high risk, but it’d definitely keep you out of the house.

Then a thought occurred to him. Maybe he should just let you see for yourself the type of guy Billy was. Let you be the one to find him, get angry at him, and vow to never see him again. He knew you, you wouldn’t want to spend a second with someone who terrorized his friends. “Fine. Go ahead.” Dustin said, watching you make your way into the house.

You cautiously made your way into the house, knowing full well the door was unlocked and the family wasn’t there. There were still drawings all over the walls and floor, only now there were pieces of broken plates scattered on the ground. You, trying not to step on any shards, tried to find your jacket when you heard a groaning noise coming from behind the couch.

Worried it was another creature, you quietly grabbed a heavy book from a shelf and took a few steps closer, ready to crush it like a bug. You peeked behind the couch, only to find Billy passed out on the ground, only starting to regain consciousness. “Oh my god,” you said, sighing and setting down the book, “you scared the hell out of me.”

Billy groaned in response, not fully awake but not fully asleep. You got closer to him, noticing a syringe sticking out of his neck and dried blood on his nose.

“What the hell happened?” you said, carefully helping him up and assessing his wounds.

“That little shit did something to me, I don’t know what.” Billy said. His words sounded tired, and he sounded out of breath.

“Who? Wait don’t move.” You said, holding Billy still and removing the syringe from his neck with the most care.

“Steve. It’s all his fault.” He muttered, plopping his head directly onto your shoulder.

“What? Did you fight him?” You asked, hoping to be proven wrong but knowing deep down that you were right.

“You,” Billy said, locking eyes with you. His pupils were extremely dilated, “didn’t deserve what happened to you. He had to pay before it happened to someone else.”

You weren’t expecting to hear those words from Billy. You didn’t expect him to go to such extreme lengths to hurt someone who hurt you. You knew it wasn’t morally right, but it did excite you a little bit. “Steve didn’t do anything.” You said, helping Billy up. This situation was starting to remind you of when the two of you met at Tina’s Halloween party, only the roles were reversed now. You slung his arm over your shoulder to help him stay up.

Jonathan had returned, talking to Dustin and returning your car. He flashed a strange look at you as he spotted you exiting his house, causing Dustin to look in the same direction.

“Are you kidding me?” Dustin exclaimed as soon as you got to the car and opened the back door, helping Billy into the backseat.

“I couldn’t just leave him!” You said, “And how come you didn’t tell me about all this?”

“I thought you’d see for yourself the kind of person he is.” Dustin said.

You thanked Jonathan quickly as you and Dustin went into the car. “He’s not like that,” you defended, “at least, not with me. He’s been through a lot.” You looked behind you, only to see Billy half-conscious yet again. There was no way he’d remember hearing any of this. And you hated to take advantage of it, but Dustin needed to know that you weren’t planning on letting Billy go over this. “I really like him,” you said, “I know probably none of this makes sense to you because you’re younger, but he makes me happy. And I will talk to him about what happened and make sure nothing like that happens again.”

Dustin had no response, so he simply crossed his arms and looked out the passenger window, looking at everything except you driving. You sat in silence while you made your way back home.

As soon as you parked the car in your driveway, you spoke again. “Go on inside. I’m going to take him home.” You said, watching your brother exasperatedly exit the car and enter the house.

You truly did intend on taking Billy back to his house that night. You’d even pulled out of your driveway to do it, until a small voice inside your head reminded you of all the things he’d told you about his father. You’d have to knock on the door at such a late hour, explain everything to him, and just hope he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him when you left. Billy was already in such a vulnerable place; he didn’t need to face his father right now.

You pulled back into the driveway, parking the car and turning off the engine. “You stay quiet. If anyone knows you’re here, you won’t spend the night here ever again.”

“Yes ma’am.” Billy said, sluggishly getting out of the car.

While entering the house, you tried your best to quietly get Billy from the front of the house to your room without making a single sound. It was a dark thought, but you were sort of relieved to know your cat wasn’t there anymore; she had a tendency to meow extremely loud whenever you came home, it would’ve definitely cause Dustin or your mother to wake up.

With Billy’s hands starting to grip onto your waist, you were having a hard time trying to decipher if he was making a move or if he was just trying to keep his balance. Hoping for the latter, you quietly opened the door to your room and let out a sigh of relief as soon as you two were alone together. You did get a little exciting at the feeling of his hands on you, though. You wouldn’t have minded if he tried to make a move, though you would’ve preferred it be something he’d remember the next morning.

Billy started to talk, the serum causing him to slur his words and he was going his best to sound normal. He acted like he had a big, rehearsed speech planned when in reality, he had no idea what was about to come out of his mouth. “I know you want us to stay friends, but I really, really like you.”

That’s exactly what you knew he was going to say, but it still hit you hard. He wasn’t that subtle about liking you most of the time, and you wanted it to be more too. But you didn’t want to risk losing him if it all went downhill.

Sensing you couldn’t say anything back, Billy let go of your waist as you helped him into bed, helped him take off his shoes, and laid next to him, a generous amount of space between you on your bed. Billy turned onto his side so that he was facing you. “Every time I see you, I want to kiss you.” He continued.

“You’re really out of it, I think you should go to bed.” You said.

Billy turned onto his back, seemingly embarrassed, “And I just ruined everything.” He said under his breath.

He slept through the night, not even stirring once. Occasionally you woke up to check on him, just to make sure he was still breathing or his heart was still beating. You touched him gently, not wanting him to wake up. He looked peaceful when he slept.

Hours later, Billy began to wake up, his ears ringing and his eyes struggling to adjust to the light. He had no memory of how he’d gotten to this room, and frankly, he had no idea where he was.

“How did I-“ Billy started, noticing small details around the bedroom to ensure that he wasn’t just seeing things, and he was actually in a stranger’s room. He spotted a dresser against the wall opposite of him, with a cassette player and loose jewelry on top of it. The sheets and duvet where white and he had a blue crocheted blanket on top of him. He looked for any context clues to have the slightest idea of who’s room this was, but there was nothing.

You, having been up for a while, reentered your room after eating a quick breakfast and noticed him stirring and tried to keep him calm. “Hey, I’m right here.” You said, immediately bringing him comfort. It was you. You took him in after whatever happened. He still had his clothes from last night on, but he didn’t remember anything past pulling into the Byers’ driveway. Everything after that was hazy; he had a stinging pain in his neck, his entire body was sore, and his knuckles looked like he’d just hit somebody. He straightened up, wondering if you knew anything that happened or if you had seen him like that. The idea of you seeing him hurt someone put an immeasurable fear in him. He didn’t like how angry he got sometimes, and you didn’t deserve that version of him. “You were knocked out for a while.” You continued, helping him sit up.

“What happened?” he asked. Deep down, he didn’t want to know the monster he’d likely turned into the night before, but he also needed to know how he got there, and most importantly, if he’d hurt you or not.

“Dustin told me that you went to the Byers’ house last night to find Max, and Steve was there and you sort of lost your mind on him.”

“I did?”

“You know, Steve didn’t deserve that. You really could’ve killed him-“

“You saw?”

“No, but Dustin did.” Billy felt a little relieved to hear that. Dustin probably exaggerated because he knew that Dustin didn’t like his sister being with him. But that still didn’t make what he did okay. Now your brother knew how angry he could be and could use it against him. “How am I supposed to trust someone who might snap if I say the wrong thing? You know I can’t always walk on pins and needles around you-“

“I’m really sorry.” He was worried that he was really going to lose her now. He couldn’t. Meeting you was the one good thing to come out of moving and changing his entire life. You seemed so disappointed in him, so much that it made him hurt inside. He hated this. He was supposed to make you happy, but he was doing the exact opposite now. Slowly, the night started to become clearer in his mind. How he saw Steve in that house and Max with that group of boys and assumed the worst. He’d just learned about your past. How you couldn’t be alone with a boy anymore without fearing the worst, because of some stupid guy who touched you the wrong way last year. He couldn’t help but feel like Steve was partly responsible for what happened, and he didn’t want history to repeat itself with Max. As much as he said he hated her, or that she wasn’t his real sister, he still couldn’t let anything bad happen to her. “I just- I don’t know what happened. I lost control. I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be apologizing to me.” You said, “you should be apologizing to Steve. And Max, and Lucas, and Dustin.”

You were right. He nodded in response, disappointed in himself. He dropped his head, looking at his knuckles, which were bruised and scabbed. He had completely ruined anything that would’ve ever happened between the two of you, and he was ashamed of himself. “Please don’t hate me,” he said, his voice low. He didn’t want to have to beg for your forgiveness, but that was second nature to him. Every time he did something that caused his dad to beat him, or when he was younger and trying to convince his mom that she should come back for him. He was used to begging for people to like him.

“Hate you?” you said, your eyes widening and immediately grabbing his hands, “I don’t hate you. I’m mad, but I don’t hate you.”

“You should,” he said, “you don’t deserve to be with someone like me. We’re to completely different people. I’m never going to be good enough and it drives me crazy because you deserve to be with someone perfect.” Billy realized what he said, growing more and more frustrated with himself, “I mean, to be with in a platonic way. Because we’re friends.”

You caught what he said, knowing you how had two options: either give in and kiss him, or ignore his advances again. You didn’t want to ignore him. And you knew that you did want to kiss him eventually. It was so difficult for you to come to a decision that should be so simple, being with someone or not. It shouldn’t be hard. The idea of liking someone and being with them shouldn’t absolutely terrify you.

In that moment, you decided you were done fighting your feelings. You wanted this. Maybe it wasn’t perfect, and maybe you’d end up getting your heart broken, but it felt real.

“You weren’t saying all that when I brought you here last night.” You said, hoping he’d remember pouring out his feelings to you.

Billy’s heart stopped. “What was I saying?” he asked, terrified to hear your answer.

“You were saying how- every time you see me you want to kiss me,” You finally said. You felt your hands shaking and tried to hide it, “and that you like me as more than a friend.”

Billy, embarrassed, put his face in his hands, “I’m… so sorry.” He started, not being able to look at you. He ruined everything; you’d never be able to look at him the same way. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position-“

“No, it’s fine.” You assured him, placing your hand on his knee, “I thought it was sweet.”

The feeling of your hand on his knee made Billy’s heart skip a beat. The feeling of your hand gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling. The sun started to shine through the window, the morning light hitting you perfectly. Your eyes and hair were glowing in the sunlight, and in that moment, Billy’s feelings towards you went from an innocent crush to fully being in love. You were the best thing about Hawkins, and he couldn’t imagine surviving the rest of high school- or even the rest of his life- without you. You were the best thing about his life. You made him want to be better without ever saying it. He always knew you were pretty; it was one of the first things he noticed about you. But you were also so kind and smart. And you made him laugh. But he knew you didn’t see him like that, or at least you didn’t want to be involved with him like that. But being with you brought him so much joy- and not a fake happiness. It was real.

Of course he had to ruin it- in his own defense, he was drugged when he said those things, but now things were awkward and tense between you. You still didn’t know a lot about each other, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t learn.

You found yourself inching closer to Billy, your body being drawn to him. You couldn’t fight it anymore. You wanted to kiss him, too. And he was so respectful about your conflicted feelings and how until you had your emotions sorted out, you wanted to just be friends. You knew this was a risk, though. You didn’t have anyone else before him. He was your only friend, and you didn’t want to get feelings involved because you values your friendship so much. Before you know it, you were speaking, allowing him to give in to your shared feelings, but he was too distracted by you.

Billy was so caught up in looking at you, coming to terms with his new, evolved feelings towards you, that he didn’t hear you when you spoke. He was too busy looking at every detail of your face- the bridge of your nose, your bottom lip, the way the light hit your eyes- to notice what you said. “W-What?” he said, snapping back into the conversation. You laughed lightly and softly as his confusion, causing him to smile. Above all things, seeing you happy was the greatest sight to him.

“I said you can kiss me if you want to.” You said.

Billy couldn’t believe his ears. The girl of his dreams was sitting in front of him, allowing him to kiss her. It had to be perfect. You deserved nothing less than perfection.

Your lips met his, and every pain the two of you had ever felt, every negative emotion, every time someone told you that you’d never be happy or that you didn’t deserve to be happy all went away when your lips touched. It was a feeling you’d both been craving to feel for so long. You’d both been hurt so badly by life and people that you’d just completely given up on finding that special person. Getting there wasn’t easy- in fact, it hurt a lot- but it was all worth it when your lips finally met.

The two of you separated, but you met your forehead with his, and you both felt sincere, complete comfort in each other’s presence. You were both sure that this was what you wanted, because one thought was prominent in both of your minds:

This is what it’s supposed to feel like.

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ask-kidandjoker · 3 years ago

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oof well... welcome to life of the KID killer a teenager trapped in a kid's body... at least this is only for a short time? But Kaito you have all the clues you need to figure out who Conan really is now. Look in the mirror and you'll see that you could now easily disguise yourself as Conan with simply a change of hairstyle and a change of clothes, now remember the person who is missing that you could do the same for as a teenager. Who whenever you disguise yourself as them, Conan immediately knows it's you no matter how well you mimic them.

Joker I have no idea why they decided to do the same to you... at least you make for a cute seven year old? some advice since this is so short don't bother changing your clothes it will just make the return to normal more risky as changing into kid clothes will just mean you gain the risk suffocating yourself if you loose track of time... btw how much of he pain was still there when you where shrunk by magic? In Conan's words becoming Conan was like burning alive while being melted and having a seizure at the same time... he honestly thought he was going to die. He was so lucky not to in fact it was one in a million chance you know, to survive the body destroying poison he was force-fed. so how much of that was still there?

some bad news though you will highly likely have pain on the return to normal. At least because the effect is so short so you can't experience the full effect of Conan's personal nightmare. I don't know what Conan hates more the constant disrespect by adults, not being able to reach things he could easily do before, or being forced to redo first grade.

K: this whole thing sucks, i’m not looking forward to feeling absolute agony after this is over

A: we both messaged everyone to say we’re sick and to not come over. They can’t see us like this! It’s embarrassing!!

K: I also do know who Conan Edogawa really is, I disguised as him like 99% of the time

A: i’ve heard that Kaito liked to disguise as Kudo Shinichi, so thats who he really is!

M!a Kid Killers fate: 1/2

#detective conan #case closed #dcmk #detective conan magic kaito #magic kaito #kaito kuroba #kuroba kaito #kaito kid #p5 #persona 5 #p5 joker #akira kurusu #kurusu akira #ren amamiya #amamiya ren #ask blog #m!a kid killers fate

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bloodsweatandpotato · 2 years ago

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Day 26

“Why did you save me?”

Fandom: Original work (teeth marks and bubblegum)

Characters: Ethan, Liz

Tw: Discussed death, gore, mercy killing, and zombie-style-cannibalism (I swear this isn’t as bad as it sounds omg the warnings o-o)

Summary: Ethan finally asks Liz why she decided to save him that day. Angst ensues. Also this is an excuse for me to try out a super dialogue-heavy style for a drabble.

“Why?”

“Why what?” She turned to face hum, frowning slightly.

“Why did you save me?”

There was silence for a moment.

Liz spoke up. “Look, I’m only human. What am I supposed to do when I see a dying person?”

“I’m not.”

“What?”

“I’m not human.”

“Oh shut up. Just because you’ve got slightly worse impulse control and a taste for raw meat doesn’t mean you’re a biter.”

Ethan sighed. “Just call them zombies. There’s no need to be all dramatic with the naming.”

“Shut up.”

They lapsed into silence again, staring at the sunset form where they were perched on the rooftop. Liz’s dangled her legs over the edge of the building, unbothered by the fact that they were ten stories up.

Ethan turned to look at her.

“I would’ve died.”

“No shit.”

“I would’ve… become one of those.” He gestured to the street far below, where a small horde of zombies shambled aimlessly.

She sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to drop the conversation. “I know. Don’t you think I know? I knew the risks when I dragged you into that abandoned house, and I knew the risks when I dug into your fucking arm to cut away the infection. I’m not a doctor, okay, but I always wanted to be one.”

She paused for a moment.

“I wanted to be one so that I could help people. Generic, I know. I’ve never been particularly ‘gifted’ in school.” She continued, raising her hands in air quotes. “Which is why I didn’t exactly end up following through with the whole med-school dream. But… I’ve never stopped wanting to help.”

“I could’ve killed you.”

She laughed. “Oh really? If I remember correctly, you were weak as a kitten, and without any weapons, or shoes for that matter.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I know…” She quieted.

“Nobody would’ve blamed you if you left me to die there. I… I know what I looked like. Hell, my own group turned me away.”

“Shitty group. Don’t think I haven’t seen your scars.”

“I… Yeah…” He admitted. “But still, it doesn’t matter. I was bleeding out of my nose and mouth, and I’m pretty sure my tears went bloody at some point. I was delirious, missing a sizable chunk of my arm, and on death’s doorstep. You couldn’t have really known you could bring me back. I mean, the virus-“

She cut him off. “Okay, you need to shut up. I’m not sure why you’re trying to convince me I should’ve left you for dead. What’s done is done, and for all of the thanks you keep giving me, you don’t sound very grateful right now.”

“I…”

“No, stop. I’m talking. I’ve watched too many people die. Running the risk of sounding like a generic bleeding-heart-zombie-action-hero, I just couldn’t watch another person die in front of me. I’ve stood back, done nothing. I’ve mercy killed, watched the life drain out of the bloodshot eyes of my half-turned friends. I’ve run and killed and fucking ignored the problem until they tried to take a chunk of my face off. And nothing ever gets rid of the guilt. Of the fucking sickness I feel.”

She turned to look him straight in the eye, gaze hard and fire-hot even as tears pricked in the corners of her eyes.

“I couldn’t. Maybe I’m fucking selfish. Maybe it was stupid of me to drag you away and tie you up and force water down your throat and cut and cauterize your bite and boil and heat you until you had a goddamn seizure. Maybe I caused you more pain than your life’s worth. But I would do it again. And again. In a heartbeat I’d do it again.”

She wrenched her gaze away. “Shit.”

Ethan was silent for a moment.

“I… thank you. I don’t know what else to say. I just… you have to know that you didn’t ‘cause me more pain than my life’s worth’. I… to be honest, I don’t remember much of anything after I got bit and before I really woke up.”

He was lying, of course.

He remembered the pain.

The heat.

The terror, and the wishes for everything to end, for himself to just die.

He remembered the hunger and the delirium and the horrible, horrible thoughts that came with the virus, the virus that was being ripped form his mind by the heat of his own sweltering fever.

But he didn’t say any of that.

She hummed in acknowledgment.

He reached out a hand in a clear question.

She grasped his hand.

“Now,” He smiled weakly “if you don’t stop being all broody, I’ll eat your fingers off.”

She gave a tearful smile back. “Well, if you don’t stop trying to convince me I should’ve let you die, I’ll smash your head in with my bat.”

They both laughed.

@whumptober-archive

#whumptober2022 #whump #no.26 #why did you save me?#oc #teeth marks and bubblegum #whump writing #whump drabble #writing #apocalypse whump #zombie infectee #zombie bite #zombie apocalypse

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years ago

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Love and Medicine ~ 2

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 4,600ish

Summary: Your second day as an intern continues.....

You were trying not to make it obvious that you were hurrying down the hall. But you were pretty sure you were failing miserably. As you continued, without looking back, a hand suddenly grabbed your upper arm and pulled you into an on-call room.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, stumbling through the door. You looked to see that it was Steve—Dr. Rogers. “Dr. Rogers—“

“Dr. Rogers?” He repeated, sounding a little hurt. “This morning it was Steve. Now it’s Dr. Rogers.”

“Dr. Rogers, we should pretend it never happened.”

“What never happened, you sleeping with me last night? Or you throwing me out this morning? Because both are fond memories I’d like to hold onto.”

“No. There will be no memories. I'm not the girl in the bar anymore, and you're not the guy. This can't exist. You get that, right?”

“You took advantage of me and now you want to forget about it.”

“I did not take—“

“I was drunk, vulnerable and good-looking and you took advantage.”

You gave him a tight smile. “Okay, I was the one who was drunk, and you are not that good-looking.”

“Well, maybe not today. But last night, last night I was very good-looking. I had my blue shirt on, my good-looking shirt, you took advantage.”

“I did not take—“

“You want to take advantage again? Say Friday night?”

“Did you just— No! You're an attending. And I'm your intern. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve seen me naked.”

Steve simply smirked. “Well, I have.”

“Dr. Rogers. This is inappropriate. Has that ever occurred to you?”

You quickly left the room, leaving Steve staring at the shutting door with a sigh. He stepped out and over to the nearest nurses station.

“Oh, no,” another doctor came up, handing papers over to a nurse behind a desk. “I’ve seen that look before… I know that look, I think I invented it.”

“Oh shut it, Tony,” Steve said, coming up beside him.

“You know you—“

“I said shut it, didn’t I?”

“Okay, okay.” Tony held his hands up in defense. “I’ll shut it. Just don’t come whining to me when it all blows to hell.”

~~~

Deciding you needed to get your mind off Dr. Rogers, you went up to the OR gallery. You were sitting with other interns, watching Scott Lang prep for surgery.

“He’s going to faint,” one of the interns commented. “He’s a fainter.”

“Naaah, code brown,” another one added. “Right in his pants.”

“He’s all about the flops. He’s going to sweat himself unsterile.”

“Ten bucks says he messes up the McBird,” a third one said.

“Twenty says he cries,” Natasha, who you were seated by, said.

“I’ll put twenty on a total meltdown,” the second intern added.

“Fifty says he pulls the whole thing off,” you interrupted, fed up. Everyone looked at you, silent, while your eyes remained on Scott. “That’s one of us down there. The first one of us. Where’s your loyalty?”

There was a brief pause before Natasha continued, “Seventy five says he can’t even ID the appendix.”

“I’ll take that action,” Val responded, others agreeing.

“Okay, Lang,” Maria Hill said in the OR, which you could hear in the gallery. “Let’s see what you can do.”

“Here it comes,” you whispered, trying to be hopeful.

“Scalpel,” Scott requested, hand out.

“Scalpel,” a nurse replied, putting the instrument in his hand.

As Scott took it, the interns cheered from in the gallery. Dr. Hill quickly motioned for them to shut up.

“That Hill, she’s trouble,” Val commented, causing some interns to laugh.

“More pressure,” Hill advised as Scott got ready to cut. “Human flesh is a tough shell, dig in.”

“Pick-ups,” Scott requested after cutting.

“Pick-ups,” the nurse responded.

“Clamp.”

“Met some bone. I’m there.”

“Damn, he got the peritoneum and he opened him up,” a male intern commented.

“I told you,” you gloated. “He’s going to pull it off.”

“Scalpel,” Scott requested.

“Scalpel,” the nurse responded.

All of the interns watched with bated breath as Scott preformed the procedure.

“Appendix is out,” Scott stated, tossing it into a tray while the interns cheered.

“Not bad,” Hill commented.

“Thank you.”

“Now all you have to do is invert the stump into the chum and simultaneously pull up on the purse-strings but be careful not to—“ a rip sound came through “—break them.” Hill groaned. “He ripped the cecum. Got a bleeder. You’re filling with stool, what do you do now?”

“Uh.. uh….”

“Think. You start the suction, and you start digging for those purse-strings before she bleeds to death. Coulson, give him a clamp.”

“BP’s dropping,” a nurse informed.

“He’s choking,” Natasha stated.

“Come on, Scott,” you whispered.

“Today,” Hill urged, getting irritated. “Pull your balls out of your back pocket, let's go. What are you waiting for, suction?” Beeping started.

“Getting too low folks,” the nurse said. “Dr. Hill…”

“Get out of the way,” Hill said, pushing Scott over to take his place. “Pansy-ass idiot. Get him out of here. Suction… Clamp.”

“007,” the male intern from before stated.

“007,” another intern repeated. “Yep, that’s a total 007.”

“What’s 007 mean?” Val asked.

“Licensed to kill,” you answered.

~~~

A few hours later, you and the rest of your intern group had found a basement hallway with empty beds along it. You all decided it was a nice place to lay low for a moment.

“007,” Scott muttered. “They're calling me 007, aren't they?”

“No one’s calling you 007,” you and Clint responded.

“I was on the elevator and Quill whispered 007.”

“Oh, how many times do we have go through this, Scott, five, ten?” Natasha was fed up. “Give me a number or else I'm going to hit you.”

“Quill whispered 007 and everyone laughed.”

“He wasn’t talking about you,” Val said.

“You sure?”

“Would we lie to you?” You asked.

“Yes.”

“007 is a state of mind,” Natasha said.

“So says the girl who finished top of her class as Stanford.”

All of their pagers went off, causing them to look down at them.

“Oh man,” you grumbled. “It’s 911 for Savannah Chase. I gotta go.” You ran off, leaving the rest of them there.

“Maybe I should've gone into geriatrics,” Scott continued. “No one minds when you kill an old person.”

“Surgery is hot, it's the Marines, it's the macho, it's hostile, it's hardcore,” Natasha said. “Geriatrics is for freaks who live with their mothers and never have sex.”

“I’ve got to get my own place.”

“Same,” Clint agreed.

~~~

Running into Savannah’s room, you immediately noticed that she was sitting up, reading a magazine.

“Took you long enough,” Savanah said.

“You’re okay?” You huffed, trying to catch your breath. “The nurse paged me 911.”

“I had to go all Exorcist to get her to even pick up the phone.”

“Wait. There’s—There’s nothing wrong with you?”

“I’m bored.” She shrugged. “I thought you could help me.”

“You little— I’m not your personal assistant.”

“You don't have to wig out. The pageant's supposed to be on cable, but this crappy hospital doesn't get the channel. If that cow Casey Childs is gonna walk off with my crown, I have to see it. Can you call someone?”

“Okay. This is an actual hospital. There are sick people here. Go to sleep, and stop wasting my time.”

“But I can't sleep. My head's all full.”

“That's called thinking. Go with it.”

You stormed off. If this is how the patients were all the time, you didn’t know how much longer you could last. And it was only your first day, of your intern year.

~~~

Hours later, you were standing at a nurses station, working on paperwork for a patient, while you overheard another conversation.

“4B’s got post-op pneumonia,” it was a male intern from before. “Let’s start antibiotics.”

“Are you sure that’s the right diagnosis?” A male nurse questioned.

“Well I don't know, I'm only an intern. Here's an idea, why don't you go spend four years in med school and let me know if it's the right diagnosis. She's short of breath, she's got fever, she's post-op. Start the antibiotics.” The intern walked over to you, clearly checking you out. “I hate nurses. I’m Peter. I’m with Sam Wilson, you’re with Gamora, right?”

“She may not have pneumonia, you know. She could be splinting, or have a PE.”

“Like I said, I hate nurses.” Peter began to walk away.

“What did you just say? Did you just call me a nurse?”

“Well, if the white cap fits…”

You groaned as your pager beeped, turning away to not have to see Peter anymore. “Damn it, Savannah.” You left, not an any hurry to get to Savannah’s room.

“She seeing anybody?” Peter asked Clint.

“I don’t know,” Clint replied.

Peter whistled. “She’s hot.”

“I'm friends with her. I mean, kinda friends, I mean, not, you know, actually friends, not exactly, but we're tight. We hang out. I mean, really only just today—“

“Dude.”

“—but—“

“Dude. Stop talking.”

~~~

You took your time getting to Katie’s room. As you walked up the hallway towards her room, you noticed nurses rushing in. That’s when you finally picked up your pace.

“What took you so long?” A blonde female nurse yelled as you entered the room, overwhelmed by the sight before you.

“She's having multiple grand mal seizures, now how do you want to proceed?” A male nurse asked. You froze at the doorway, unable to move. “Dr. L/N? Are you listening to me? She's got Diazepam, 2mg Diazepam, I just gave her a second ago, Dr. L/N, you need to tell us what you want to do. Dr. L/N!”

Still panicking, you picked up Katie’s chart. “Okay, she’s full on prazepam?” You asked.

“She’s had 4mg,” the female nurse responded.

“Did you page Dr. Gamora and Dr. Rogers?”

“Yes!”

“The prazepam’s not working,” the male nurse stated.

“Phenobarbital, load her with Phenobarbital,” you ordered, still struggling to move from your spot. The scene before you, extremely overwhelming.

“Pheno’s in.”

“No change,” a third nurse said.

“You paged Dr. Rogers?” You repeated.

“I just told you—“

“Well page him again! Stat!”

“What do you want to do? Dr. L/N, you need to tell us what you want to do!” The monitors started beeping. “Heart’s stopped!”

“Code blue, code blue! Code blue, code blue!” The first nurse shouted.

The nurses pulled out the defibrillators as your brain finally began to work again. You quickly took the defibrillators away from the nurse.

“Charge pulse of two hundred,” you ordered.

“Charged,” the nurse responded. “Clear.” You used the defibrillators on Katie’s chest, only to get no response. “Still defib. Nothing. 19 seconds.”

“Charge to 300.”

“300.” You tried again, only to fail. “27 seconds.”

“Charge to 360.” You tried again, with still nothing. “Come on, Savannah.”

“49 seconds.”

“At 60 seconds you’re supposed to admit her—“

“Charge again!” You ordered, the nurse not following. “Charge again.” The nurse does and you try again. On the monitor you see Savannah’s blood pressure (BP) register. “Anything?”

“I see sinus rhythm,” the first nurse replied.

“Blood pressure’s coming up,” the second nurse added.

“Alright now. Pressure’s returning. Grid’s coming back—“

“What the hell happened?” Dr. Rogers asked, running into the room.

“She had a seizure,” you responded, “and—“

“A seizure?”

“Her heart stopped.”

“You were supposed to be monitoring her.”

“I checked on her and she—“

“I got it.” Dr. Rogers started checking Savannah. “Just—just go.” You turned away, heading out. “Someone give me her chart, please?”

As you walked out of the room, you weren’t feeling the greatest. You were still overwhelmed and disappointed in yourself. Gamora was waiting for you not far outside the room.

“You get a 911, you page me immediately,” Gamora stated, “not in the five minutes it takes you to get to the emergency, immediately, you are on my team and if somebody dies it's my ass.” You kept walking, needing some fresh air. “You hear me, L/N?”

“Y/N?” Natasha called out.

You kept walking, ignoring everyone. Natasha followed you as you exited the main doors. It was raining outside, but you didn’t care. You leaned over and threw up on the patch of grass outside the hospital. Natasha watched from the doorway. Taking a deep breath, you wiped your mouth and headed back for the doors.

“If you tell anyone, ever…” You threatened Natasha as you entered the hospital.

~~~

Just after hour 24, all the interns were paged to the conference room. Looking around, you could tell everyone was exhausted. Natasha was sitting next to you, you furrowed your brows in confusion as you watched her.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m suturing a banana,” Natasha answered, “with the vain hope that it wakes up my brain.” Scott laughed from beside them. “What’re you smiling at, 007?” Scott immediately stopped laughing. “I’m sorry, I get mean when I’m tired.”

“You know what? I don’t care,” Scott said. “I comforted a family, and I get to hang out in the OR today. All is well.”

“Does anybody know why we’re here?” Clint asked.

“We’re probably all getting fired,” Val suggested. “And we’ve only been here for 24 hours. They’re going to get rid of the whole class and start fresh.”

“Well good morning,” Dr. Rogers greeted as he entered the room with Gamora. “I'm going to do something pretty rare for a surgeon, I'm going to ask interns for help. I've got this kid, Savannah Chase. Right now, she's a mystery. She doesn't respond to her meds. Labs are clean, scans are pure, but she's having seizures. Grand mal seizures with no visible cause. She's a ticking clock. She's going to die, if I don't make a diagnosis. Which is where you come in. I can't do it alone. I need your extra minds, extra eyes, I need you to play detective, I need you to find out why Savannah is having seizures. I know you're tired, you're busy, you've got more work than you could possibly handle. I understand. So, I'm going to give you an incentive. Whoever finds the answer rides with me. Savannah needs surgery. You get to do what no interns get to do. Scrub in to assist on an advanced procedure. Dr Gamora's going to hand you Savannah's chart. The clock is ticking fast, people. If we're going to save Savannah's life, we have to do it soon.”

All the interns grabbed copies of her chart and went their separate ways. You stayed sitting at the conference room table, trying to avoid helping with Savannah’s case.

“Hey, I want in on Rogers’ surgery,” Natasha stated, turning to you. "You've been the intern on Savannah since the start. You want to work together? We find the answer, we have a fifty-fifty chance of scrubbing in.”

“I'll work with you, but I don't want in on the surgery,” you replied. “You can have it.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s the biggest opportunity any intern will ever get.”

“I don’t want to spend any more time with Rogers than I have to.”

“What do you have against Rogers?”

“If we find the answer, the surgery’s yours. Do you want to work together or not?”

Natasha grinned, nodding her head. “Oh yeah.”

~~~

“Well, she doesn't have anoxia, chronic renal failure or acidosis,” Natasha stated while you and her were seated at a table in the medical center’s library. “It's not a tumor because her CT's clean. Are you seriously not going to tell me why you won't work with Rogers?”

“Nope,” you replied. “What about infection?”

“No. There's no white count, she has no ceteal lesions, no fevers, nothing in her spinal tap, just tell me.”

“You can't comment, make a face, or react in any way.” Natasha gave a slight nod. “We had sex.”

Natasha’s mouth opened in surprise before she quickly closed it. “What about an aneurysm?” She continued, trying to do as you had asked.

“No blood on the CT, and no headaches.”

“Okay. There's no drug use, uh, no pregnancy, no trauma… was he good? I mean, he looks like he would be, was it any good?”

“What are the answers?” You ignored her questions. The truth was, he was good. REALLY good. The best sex you’ve had in, well, ever. “What if no one comes up with anything?”

“You mean if she dies?”

“Yeah.”

“This is gonna sound really bad, but I really wanted that surgery.”

“She's just never going to get the chance to turn into a person. The sum total of her existence will be almost winning Miss Teen whatever. You know what her pageant talent is?”

"They have talent?”

“Rhythmic gymnastics.” You both laughed.

“Oh, come on.”

“What is rhythmic gymnastics? I don't know - I can't even say it, I don't know what it is.”

“Isn’t it like something with a ball, and a—“ You suddenly went still, realizing what was going on with Savannah. “What? Y/N, what?”

“Get up!” You jumped up. “Come on!”

You explained to Natasha, as you both ran to find Dr. Rogers, that you believed she had an aneurysm.

“—the only thing she could possibly need is a—“ Natasha was saying as you found Dr. Rogers heading onto an elevator. “Oh, oh, Dr. Rogers! Just one moment, um, uh, Savannah competes in beauty pageants—“

“I know that,” Dr. Rogers responded. “But we have to save her life anyway.”

“Okay, she has no headaches, no neck pain, her CT's clean, there's no medical proof of an aneurysm—“

“Right.” Dr. Rogers stepped into the elevator.

“—but what if she has an aneurysm anyway?”

“There are no indicators.”

“Ah,” Natasha stopped the elevator, “but she twisted her ankle, a few weeks ago when she was practicing for the pageant—“

“Look, I appreciate you're trying to help, but—“

“This is not helping!” A doctor in the elevator shouted.

“She fell,” you tried. “When she twisted her ankle, she fell.”

“It was no big deal, not even a bump on the head,” Natasha explained, “you know she got right back up, iced her ankle and everything was fine, it was a fall so minor her doctor didn't even think to mention it when I was taking her history, but she did fall.”

“Well, you know the chances that a minor fall could burst an aneurysm, one in a million!” Dr. Rogers said. “Literally.”

The elevator door finally was allowed to close. You and Natasha looked at each other with a sigh before turning away. You’re caught by surprise when you hear the elevator ding. Turning back around, you see Dr. Rogers stepping out.

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

“Where?” Natasha asked.

“To find out if Savannah’s one in a million.”

~~~

Getting Savannah’s scans done and back seemed like an eternity for the three of you. When the scans were finally up, it turned out that you had been right.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Dr. Rogers commented.

“There is it,” the tech operating the scan pointed at the dark spots on the monitor.

“It's minor, but it's there. It's a cerebachnoid haemorrhage. She's bleeding into her brain. Let’s go.” Dr. Rogers led them out of the room and down the hall. “She could've gone her entire life without it ever being a problem. One tap in the right spot—“

“And explode,” Natasha said.

“Exactly. Now I have to fix it. You two did great work. Love to stay and kiss your asses, but I gotta tell Savannah s parents she's having surgery.” They reached the nurses station. “Savannah Chase's chart, please.”

“Here you go,” a nurse said, handing it over.

“Oh, and Dr. Rogers,” Natasha said, "you said that you’d pick someone to scrub in if we helped.”

“Oh, yes, right,” Dr. Rogers responded. “Um, I'm sorry I can't take you both, it's going to be a full house. Y/N, I'll see you in OR.” You looked at Dr. Rogers, who’s blue eyes felt like they could see right through you. Natasha was also looking at you, waiting for you to give her the surgery. “Good,” Dr. Rogers continued, “thank you.” Then he took his leave.

Natasha looked back at you, clearly pissed. “You’ve got to be kidding me! You said that you didn’t want to work with him anymore, that if we worked together and found the answer, you’d give me the surgery.”

“Natasha…”

“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “Don’t Natasha me. He looked at you with those gorgeous blue eyes and you couldn’t say no! You’re already wrapped around his finger and I’m not going to be a pawn in the game.”

She stormed off. Leaving you standing there, knowing she was right.

~~~

Natasha and Val were sitting back in the empty corridor with the spare beds, again.

“Val,” Natasha complained, trying to get Val to stop making excuses for you.

“Maybe Y/N couldn’t—“

“Val!”

“I’ll tell him I changed my mind,” you said, coming into the corridor. “You can—“

“No, no, don’t do me any favors. It’s fine.”

“Natasha—“

“You know what, you did a cutthroat thing, deal with it. Don't come to me for absolution, you want to be a shark, be a shark.”

“I’m not—“

“Oh yes you are. Only it makes you feel all bad in your warm gooey places. No, screw you. I don't get picked for surgeries because I slept with my boss. You know, some of us have to earn what we get.” Natasha stormed away, again.

“Wait…” Val said from behind. “You slept with someone… who did you sleep with?!” You groaned, resting your head in your hands. “Was it Stark? I’ve only met him once but he’s hot. But I’d only hit Banner and Hill too. Oh! Was it—“

“I’m not doing this.” You shook your head and walked away.

“I’ll find out soon enough!” Val laughed.

~~~

You went searching for Dr. Rogers, determined to give the surgery to Natasha. You found him shaving Savannah’s head.

“I promised I’d make her look cool,” he said upon noticing you. “Apparently being a bald beauty queen is the worst thing that happened in the history of the world.”

“Did you choose me for the surgery because I slept with you?” You quietly asked.

“Yes,” he quickly answered before a long pause. “I’m kidding.”

“I'm not going to scrub in for surgery. You should ask Natasha. She really wants it.”

“You're Savannah's doctor. And on your first day, with very little training, you helped save her life. You earned the right to follow her case to the finish. You… you shouldn't let the fact that we had sex get in the way of you taking your shot. Besides, it was very good sex. It should have given you a boost.”

“Dr. Rogers, I— ugh!” You quickly left, leaving him to chuckled to himself.

~~~

Clint and you were outside of the medical center, needing some fresh air. Clint sat on a bench as you paced in front of him.

“I wish I wanted to be a chef,” you said. “Or a ski instructor. Or a kindergarten teacher.”

“You know, I would've been a really good postal worker,” Clint said, dazed. “I'm dependable. You know, my parents tell everyone they meet that their son's a surgeon. As if it's a big accomplishment. A superhero or something. If they could see me now…”

“When I told my mother I wanted to go to medical school, she tried to talk me out of it. Said I didn't have what it takes to be a surgeon. That I'd never make it. So, the way I see it, superhero sounds pretty damn good.”

“We’re going to survive this, right?”

“We can only hope.”

~~~

You were standing at a nurses station, trying to fill in a patient chart, as Dr. Fury, the Chief of Surgery, was taking to Peter Quill, the intern.

“She’s still short of breath,” Fury stated. “Did you get an ABG or a chest film?”

“Oh, yes sir, I did,” Peter answered, a little bit too cockily.

“And what did you see?”

“Oh, well, I had a lot of patients last—“

“Name the common causes of post-op fever.”

“Uh… yes, sir.” Peter quickly pulled a notebook out of his pocket.

“From your head. Not from a book. don’t look it up, learn it. It should be in your head. Name the common causes of post-op fever.”

“Uh...the common causes of post-op…”

“Can anybody name the common causes of post-op fever?” Fury shouted to the whole floor. Everyone stopped, one girl pulling out her own notebook.

“Wind, water, wound, walking, wonder drugs,” you stated, causing everyone to look at you. “The five W’s. Most of the time it’s wind, splinting or pneumonia. Pneumonia’s easy to assume, especially if you’re too busy to do the tests.”

Fury gave Peter a pointed look before looking back at you. “What do you think’s wrong with 4B?”

“The fourth W, walking. I think she’s a promise candidate for a pulmonary ambulus.”

“How would you diagnose?”

“Spiral CT, VQ scan, provide O2, dose with Heparin, and consult for an IVC filter.”

Fury turned back to Peter. “Do exactly as she says, then tell Wilson that I want you off this case.” He turned back to you and Peter walked away. “Very impressive, Dr. L/N. Can’t wait to see more. Welcome to the gang.”

“Thank you, sir.”

~~~

You were scrubbed in and waiting in the OR with the rest of those who would be on Savannah’s surgery before Dr. Rogers was. The OR and gallery were full, wanting to watch the one in a million brain aneurysm.

“Alright everybody,” Dr. Rogers said, coming in with his red-white-and-blue scrub cap on. “It’s a beautiful night to save lives. Let’s have some fun.”

You watched in awe as Dr. Rogers performed the surgery. It was the greatest thing you had ever witnessed and you longed to be more apart of it than you were. After the surgery was over, you sat outside the OR in a happy daze.

“It was a good surgery,” Natasha said as she stopped in front of you.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

Natasha sat beside you, sighing. “We don't have to do that thing where I say something, and then you say something, and then somebody cries, and there's like a moment—“

“Yuck.”

“Good. You should get some sleep. You look like crap.”

“I look better than you.”

“That’s not possible.”

Natasha then took her leave. Dr. Rogers then came out of the OR. He stopped at the desk for some paperwork while you stared at him, still dazed.

“That was amazing,” you said with a shy smile.

“Mmm,” Dr. Rogers hummed in agreement, still working on the papers.

“You practice on cadavers, you observe, and you think you know what you're going to feel like standing over that table, but...that was such a high.” Dr. Rogers looked at you and nodded. “I don’t know why anybody does drugs.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” you smiled.

Dr. Rogers smiled back a bit. “I should go do this.”

“You should.”

He started walking backwards, unable to take his eyes off you just yet. “I’ll see you around.”

“See you around.”

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whatifxwereyou · 3 years ago

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Ashes Chapter 15: Same Old Story

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Pairing: Liu Kang x Reader

Summary: Some history for Y/N and some brotherly love from Cole.

A/N: when you so busy writing smut that you forget to update the story so you can get to the smut lmao. enjoy, fellow nerds.

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You were uncomfortable talking about personal things, particularly your history, but Cole deserved answers and he was a patient listener. Being a father, you weren’t really surprised by that. “When I was a kid, like… nine I want to say? Honestly my childhood is pretty blurry. Feels like another life.” You cleared your throat. “Anyway, yeah, around then I fell ill. I had these… fits, for lack of a better word. I didn’t understand what they meant at the time because I was well, nine. No one else understood them either. As an adult I know that I was experiencing prophetic visions. Honestly, they weren’t really prophetic then, I guess. That’s a word Raiden uses a lot for them. Back then they were rarely of future events. It was more like gaining deep insight into the lives of others. I could touch someone or something that someone else had touched and I would disappear. I’d see a glimpse of their history or their present. I was too young to interpret it.”

“Like touch telepathy? I’ve seen television shows about that concept. This stuff is hard for me to wrap my mind around. Too much like fiction.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing to call it. When I saw things, I would also black out. And have a fit. Like a seizure, I suppose. And when that was happening, I would often say things about what I was seeing or hurt myself. It frightened people. My parents took me out of town and I stayed with my grandmother. I was homeschooled after that. My parents saw it as an embarrassment if I recall.” You laughed at the idea of that now. That life was so far behind you that it didn’t matter how stressful it had been. Back then it had felt like the end of the world but as an adult, it was a distant memory. Those experiences had made you different and strange but they had also made you unique and special. You had embraced the things that had separated you from normality since then.

“Well, that’s awful.”

“Oh, no, no pity. It’s fine, really. That was world’s ago.” You waved off his disapproval of a parent being embarrassed by their child for things they couldn’t control. Cole really was a good guy. “I stopped having the visions at around twelve and while I was weak from being so sick, I fought to be normal afterward. My dad ran a dojo and so I grew strong again. I focused on martial arts. It was something that helped me find strength and determination back then.” You smiled at the memory. You’d always had a fondness for it in your heart. That was one of the first things you and Kung Lao had bonded over. Your father had taught Wing Chun and that was what Kung Lao specialized in. “With time my father could no longer teach at the dojo so he moved in with my older sister. I took over the dojo and then opened a shop in the old storage space to make extra money. I had every intention of moving away. I would never be more than a weirdo or a witch there. It was too small a town.”

“Did you ever get to?”

“I mean, I’m here now. That’s a long story though. I’m trying to keep this brief.” You chuckled. “We can talk about that stuff another day.” That was a more casual and personal conversation. This was personal but definitely not casual. If you didn’t have to share these parts of your life then you never would have. Much of it was still too raw. But Cole Young was curious about your past and you were curious about his. It was nice having another friend who wasn’t Liu Kang. You really did get along with him and his family.

“Fair enough.”

“About five years ago I was still doing the same. There had been a robbery across the street and the thugs came into my shop afterward. And, well, I’m not the type to roll over and be robbed.”

“I’d say not.”

“It escalated. There was a man who came in to pick up herbs I had imported for him every month who came in after. He ended up helping me out. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I killed one of those would-be robbers. He’d been trying to kill me so… I have come to terms with that. That’s how I got the dragon mark.” You pointed to your back. Yours was on your lower back on your left side. “The man who helped me was Liu Kang. I knew him then and he was kind enough to help me deal with the fallout at the time. It took ages for him to convince me to that there was any truth to any of this… Mortal Kombat and arcana nonsense. It’s kind of embarrassing looking back at it.” And the story was far more complicated too. You’d been attracted to Liu Kang from very early on. “I guess that’s why I’m so patient with Johnny. It’s easy for us to know what’s the truth but when you spend your whole life believing that fairytales are made with computers and science? It’s difficult to believe anything else.”

“Yeah, I get that. Not everyone had Sub Zero rushing them into the truth.” He joked. That was true enough. But Johnny Cage had had his come-to-jesus moment that afternoon you were pretty sure. You hadn’t had a moment like that in the beginning. Just Liu Kang’s word and his arcana.

“Liu showed me his arcana but I thought it was a trick. He was very persistent at the time. Tried to talk me into leaving everything I had ever known for what I thought was a trick. I was scared, I’m not too proud to admit that. The part of me that wanted to leave home and never look back had grown smaller over the years. I’d become complacent. I’d grown comfortable being known as a witch and honestly, the next generation of people in town hadn’t treated me so terribly. The kids even thought it was funny that everyone thought I was a witch. But then… I found my arcana.”

“The ink?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty and under control now but in the beginning, it was a nightmare. The first time I used it had been on accident. I nearly destroyed my store. Then I fell and had a fit and I was suddenly seeing things again. Those things I saw didn’t make any sense. None of it. I saw flashes of people and places I didn’t recognize. The best way that I can describe it is… nonsense. It didn’t mean anything.” You sighed heavily. Those moments had been terrifying. “The second time had been even worse. If Liu hadn’t been basically stalking me then someone would have gotten seriously hurt. I’d hurt him but he’d been tough enough to handle it. I felt terrible about it. By then I’d more than grown fond of him.” You didn’t want to get into the details but it hadn’t exactly been difficult to fall into Liu Kang’s arms and it hadn’t taken very long either.

“There’s a lot of history there, huh?”

“Yes. Focus.” You wanted to get this story over as quickly as you could. “After that I decided to go with him. It wasn’t worth the risk of hurting people in town with something I didn’t understand. I didn’t want to leave but I was glad that I did afterward. Raiden’s Temple was where I had needed to be for what came next. It was awful at first. The ink and the visions made me sick. I had little to no control over any of it. Raiden helped me. He could unravel what I saw even if it was just spaghetti to me. My visions helped him. At least he said that they did. Liu helped me get control over my arcana. There I met Kung Lao and I was happy. About a year later the visions stopped altogether and I was stronger than I’d ever been.”

“And now you’re having them again? Out of nowhere?” Cole didn’t sound terribly concerned. He had handled all of this very well. It was nice not to be taken too seriously or looked at like you were about to fracture. You didn’t think the visions were out of nowhere. In fact, you thought that the visions were likely triggered by Kung Lao’s death. Trauma did funny things to people. The things that happened to you were a little funnier than most.

“I confess that I didn’t realize I was having them at first.” You shrugged. It was difficult to explain but it seemed as though, at some point, Cole had abandoned his disbelief and had embraced chaos. “They were more like nightmares. It was difficult to decipher what was guilt and grief and what wasn’t. It wasn’t until the other night on the roof that I even considered they were visions. Well, that and I feel terrible. I haven’t felt this terrible since the last time I had them.” You were a little embarrassed to admit that. If you’d been honest about what you were feeling from the beginning then maybe you could have done things differently. You just hated being weak. It was a hot button for you.

“And that was when you saw what happened this afternoon?”

“Kind of? I saw the beach and a wave of corpses coming for us. Does that count?” You tried to joke. Cole tilted his head as if to consider if it counted or not.

“It does at least explain why you were extra creepy this morning.”

“Implying that I’m always a little creepy.”

“The ink is a little creepy, I decided.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“But you’re okay? This morning was wild.”

Did you not seem okay? You supposed that you were feeling out of it after seeing Kung Lao’s death. You definitely weren’t feeling yourself but you thought that you’d hidden it pretty well. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sound a little morose.” Cole looked to the door like he had somewhere else to be. He probably did. He had a family and all that. “I can’t say we know each other very well but whatever happened back there must have hit hard… and I mean… you were so different at the end of it.”

“I’m fine, Cole.” You reassured him with a forced smile. You were a little morose. That was a good word for what you were feeling. You wanted to sleep for the rest of the week until you had to go back to China.

“Ally, Emily, and I are going to go grab dinner. You’re welcome to join us. You could probably use some food.”

“No, no. Thank you but I think that I have encroached upon your family time enough this week.”

“We really don’t mind. You’re good company. Allison asked if you were joining us, even.”

“Really, Cole. I appreciate the offer but I’m not up to it. My social battery is completely drained.” You offered a weary smile. It was nice to be wanted. “I’m going to rest.”

“You’re just… so off. I feel bad leaving you alone.” Cole pulled his phone from his coat pocket. “I’m considering asking if Ally wants to grab food and then bring Emily here to watch a movie with you.”

“It’s okay, Cole. I need the time alone, I think. Besides, I’m allowed to be a little under the weather after that.” You smiled even so. You didn’t want him to pity you. You didn’t need that. You really would be okay. That morning had been difficult but you weren’t prepared to say the real reasons why. You were a mixture of angry and hurt but you’d trudge through it.

“Yeah…”

“Hey, look, you don’t need to feel responsible for me just because of what happened with Kung Lao.” You would happily absolve him of any guilt he felt in that regards. He was guilty of nothing but being a good man.

“What?” Cole was genuinely surprised and you internally winced at how you’d miscalculated. You’d read the whole situation wrong and instantly regretted your words.

“I thought you might be feeling some misplaced guilt about it. I don’t want that for you.”

“Oh. Maybe that was why I approached you on the street that day but I think we’re past that. We’re friends now. Am I wrong about that?”

“Not at all. It’s been lovely getting to know you and your family. I really mean that, I’m not just saying it. You’ve managed to get me a little out of my head which is nice. And you like my jokes which I appreciate. I’m sorry about the way that came off. I wasn’t trying to diminish our friendship. I just didn’t want you to carry around that guilt, either.”

“That goes for you too.”

“It’s been a hard day. I’m not coming across the way that I mean to. Let’s say lost in translation.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Your English is pretty good so I’m not sure that excuse works, but I’ll let it slide.”

“I know, I know… I’m being cold without meaning to. Like you said, I’m a little morose right now. I do this thing when my feelings are difficult to process where I kind of shut off and… I can come off as cruel without meaning to. Honestly, even in Chinese it doesn’t sound much better.” You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself. “I’m sorry.”

“No need. Today was a reality check. It scared me too. And you’re clearly going through something. I wanted to help, is all. Sometimes when I get too far into my head things snowball and become an avalanche.”

“I appreciate that.” You kicked your shoes off next to the bed and laughed. You had no plans of going anywhere else for the rest of the day. “I used to have Kung Lao to keep that from happening. I appreciate you trying to help but you can go get food with your family and enjoy your afternoon. I’m exhausted. I’ll probably nap or meditate on what happened today.” What you really meant was that you would do whatever it took to get it out of your head. You were going to try and forget the awful things you’d seen today. You weren’t sure you could forget it. His death was burned into your mind’s eye. It would haunt you for the rest of your life.

“I will but before I go, I wanted to talk to you quickly about Liu.”

“I would very much prefer if you didn’t.” You scrunched up your face in distaste.

“I know that I’ve been teasing you about it.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes. “But is everything okay with that? I know, I know… it’s not my business, you’ve said it a dozen times now. It’s clearly complicated. You don’t owe me any details but if you need help with it then say the word. I’m happy to help.” Was Cole Young offering to be your wingman? Or was he offering to beat up Liu Kang? Either scenario was kind of hilarious.

“I’m obviously defensive about it. I’m sure that it’s hilarious from the outside looking in but Liu and I have more history than I care to explain. I’m not ready to get into it with anyone. Not you and definitely not with Liu, either.”

“But that’s okay?”

“Yeah, it will be. I’m a pretty tough lady.”

“On a scale of one to ten just how supportive do you need me to be?”

“No scale. Just be yourself, Cole. You’re doing fine.”

“Even teasing you?”

“I’ve had worse teasing, trust me. I dated Kung Lao for years. Besides, it kind of lessens the frustration of it. Sometimes I get too serious and scary in my head. The joking grounds me a little.”

“Good to know.” Cole patted you on the back. It was nice having a friend to talk to. A friend that wasn’t Liu Kang. Not that you didn’t enjoy Liu Kang, things were just too complex between you right now. There was so much hurt and grief that you weren’t sure how things would pan out or if they would ever be fixable. And Cole was a good man. You enjoyed talking to Allison too and Emily had taken a shine to you. You hadn’t had the opportunity to be around kids in years and you were good with them at most ages. That was part of why you’d enjoyed running the dojo.

There was a knock at your door. You made to get up to answer it.

“I’ll get it. I’m on my way out anyway.” Cole stood and so you sat back down. You wouldn’t argue with him. Cole opened the door and there was Liu Kang, which was no surprise to you. You’d been expecting him to show up at some point. Who else would it have been, anyway? You were pretty sure that you’d rubbed Sonya and Jax the wrong way with all your talk of kidnapping. Cole stared Liu Kang down instead of greeting him and you tried not to laugh.

“Hello Cole.” Liu bowed his head politely in greeting. “I was hoping that I could speak with Y/N for a few minutes. Is she here? Did I come to the wrong room?” Liu peered around him and made eye contact with you. You offered him a curt wave.

“That’s up to her.”

You tried very hard not to laugh at the look of confusion on Liu’s face. He was bewildered.

“Of course it is.”

“You can come in, Liu.” You stopped that conversation before it got any weirder. Cole meant well, but wow.

“I was just leaving.” Cole clasped Liu on the shoulder as if to wish him good luck and then left, closing the door behind him after Liu had stepped past him. Liu watched the door close and then turned back to you. His expression was priceless. You’d have to thank Cole for that later.

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allmightluver · 4 years ago

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Curious about the details to try and figure out, but oh well. Did he maybe eat something poisonous? Does he go outside? Could the leg injury have gotten infected and you didn’t notice or the vet didn’t clean properly?

Ah, I can go into greater detail, but I’ll do so below the cut in case people don’t want to know. This…will be graphic, so fair warning.

About a month ago he injured his leg, in that he tore his acl as well as collateral ligaments, there was no visible injury. This resulted in the leg being useless. We had options to fix it surgically, but we don’t know anyone that can for sure do it around our area, plus given his age (just turned 11 three days after the injury) there was more risk with anesthesia as well as the impact on his body. The other option was to give him time to see how he does, and if he can heal.

We decided to try and see how he did, while giving him joint supplements to help in addition. We kept him separate from the family, dogs, and anything he could try to jump on, jump off, play too hard with for about 3 weeks. He started putting pressure on the leg, so it looked like he was slowly improving. The leg still couldn’t support his weight at all, but he was trying more than before.

We let him out to see how things went, and he did really well. He was happy to be out and back with the family (of course we visited him but he was used to being with us 24/7). So he’s been healing the past couple weeks, and putting even more weight on that leg.

This past weekend we were going on a vacation for my birthday, like we usually do. I didn’t want to leave him home, so I brought him to the boarding facility where my dogs were going. The boarding place is attached to a vet clinic. I work at a vet clinic as a receptionist, and our company used to own this one, so I know the facility and staff well, and they know my animals. Things went fine per the staff, and he seemed fine when we picked him up.

We were home for a few hours, and he still seemed normal. I had unpacked and taken a shower, and was just settling down for the night. He jumped up on the couch to come and see me. I was absently petting him while watching tv. And then from there… I don’t know.

It looked like in my peripheral vision like he leaned back and tried to catch himself on the bad leg, which obviously gave way under his weight. I wasn’t quick enough to catch him, and he fell off the couch, onto the dog, and then rolled onto the ground. I jumped up to get him and soothe him, he was still alert at what just happened.

And then he flopped over on his side. Stretched his body in a contorting way that I can only describe as some sort of seizure, screamed this god awful noise that’ll never leave my head, and seemed like he was choking for air. His eyes were open, but it didn’t seem like he was “there”. I tried to clear his airway, but it didn’t seem like he was breathing, and I couldn’t feel his pulse. I tried cpr (even though I really didn’t have much idea of what I was doing). I tried mouth to mouth/nose.

For a second he made a noise that gave me hope he was coming around. And then I looked at his eyes and saw them dilate. His gums and skin turned blue, and he stopped everything. I kept trying to revive him, thinking to myself that what I’m seeing can’t be real, he was just fine a second ago, but I’ve seen enough at work to know when an animal is gone.

I eventually gave up, completely in shock. And then broke down. I was distraught and inconsolable. We let the dogs see him, because they were whining and worried about him when he started acting strange. Brandy cried and cried, pawed at him, nuzzled him, licked him, even tried to nibble him to try and jolt him awake. She got more and more distressed when nothing worked. Shadow whined, kissed him all over, gave him a bath and cleaned his ears like he always does, and then just laid down beside him.

Handing him over to be buried was so hard. And harder when the dogs followed the box, because they wanted to know where their kitty was going. They knew it was him in the hole we dug, and became more distraught when we started burying him. They keep going out afterwards and smelling the overturned dirt, like they’re waiting for him and don’t understand why he isn’t coming back. Brandy has been known to try and uncover her friends as we bury them, trying to help them.

I’m just. Sick. I’m still in shock and denial that he isn’t going to answer me when I call for him like he always does. I can’t fathom what happened. I can’t think of anything we did wrong.

I talked to the vet today, and described what happened. She thinks maybe a stroke, but I think she’s leaning more towards an aneurysm. Said there was nothing I did wrong, and nothing I could have done differently. But. I just struggle to accept that.

#lover talks #ask me #anon #cw pet loss #cw pet death #tw pet death #tw animal dying

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a-actual-prince · 3 years ago

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First Ketamine infusion experience was rough

Hello I haven’t used this blog for years but I might as well typed out all what happened somewhere.

After a 3 month wait I finally had my first infusion and to put it lightly it didn’t start well. I have a phobia of veins and needles together, that I’ve mostly worked through but I’d never had an IV which I knew was gonna be the hardest part because of my phobia.

And I was exactly correct that part went horrible and they couldn’t get a good vein. My only guess is I didn’t drink enough water the day before because they could not find a vein for the life of me.

Attempt #1 was in my right arm and hurt like hell and failed resulting in me almost passing out. So my doctor looks around more but couldn’t find any so he leaves to get an ultrasound sound

Attempt #2 different doctor comes in to check around while my doctor was getting the ultrasound, the other doctor couldn’t find any good ones so he tries my right hand, which hurt a bunch and didn’t work.

Attempt #3 they do the ultrasound and found a vein right by my armpit tries to do it there, it didn’t hurt but the vein blew out so that didn’t work

Attempt #4 my doctor is looking on the ultrasound in my other arm, and is almost thinking about doing one in my foot (thank god they didn’t) but decided on my left hand the worst shit of my life. The second doctor did it and tbh fuck him he was so mean. It hurt so bad and he kept digging around in my hand with the needle. I was getting extremely dizzy and telling him I need to breathe for a second. It finally works with that attempt and as I go to lay down cause I can tell I’m about to pass out, I do.

Thankfully I was already sitting but I ended up slummed on the wall and hospital bed railing behind me and convulsing until I came to about a minute later. I didn’t know what happened cause I felt like I blinked and next thing I knew my ears were ringing and I was against the wall. Now the staffs freaking out calling my doctor in asking my fiancé if I have a history of seizures. He doesn’t know the answer cause he’s never seen me have them before.

The short answer to that is no I don’t have seizures a lot of times when I pass out I convulse until I come to no longer than a minute or 2 later. which hasn’t happened in a while usually 1 or 2 times a year and it’s only when I pass out. I’ve had it happen a few times over my life when I’ve been super sick or stressed to the point of passing out. My guess is the amount of pain and anxiety going on got to be too much and caused it.

But now they’ve put a hold on my next 2 treatments until they can talk with me so see if the infusion actually gave me any pain relief and why that happened as I couldn’t tell them in the moment cause by the time I put my words in a sentence the infusion had already started and I was asleep again.

The rest of the infusion went pretty smoothly and I don’t remember much cause I was out of it or even much after until I woke up at home. My fiancé stayed with me the whole time and said I was saying weird things and kept asking if the IV was in because I was conscious for about a minute after waking up from passing out before they started the infusion.

With all that it did give me a lot of pain relief which is something I haven’t felt in so long so I want to continue with the treatment and I’m hoping they’ll let me I just really hope I don’t get the same doctor that did the iv because I feel like a lot of the issues could have been avoiding if he hadn’t stepped in.

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lifblogs · 2 months ago

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Anyway, have some insane rambling long-winded lines of poetry about my life.

WARNINGS: Mentions of incest, rape, abuse, near-death, suicidal thoughts, severe illness, miscarriage, and murder.

I’m losing time to illness

I don’t really know how to be an adult

I’m at twenty-six, and I’ve

Never had a job that didn’t make me wanna die

I started bleeding at eleven

They said, “You’re a woman now.”

But what the fuck does that all mean

When my blood isn’t clean?

Yeah I’ve had partners

That used me like a doll

And I’ve had family take advantage of my age and all

The ways I looked for love

Try having a creepy uncle, I have two

It ripped my family apart, and they said, “It’s you

This is your fault, why did you ruin a life or two?”

And now my blood it boils daily

I’m burning in my body

Filled with aches and pains

And a stupid fucking brain

I’ve taken almost a whole year

To heal from what my body did

But I still can’t remember, and my words feel like those of a little kid

And every day I’m choking on whatever my body chooses

My throat closes up from water

Or any kind of juices

I get swollen, I get itchy, I burn inside like when I nearly died

I can’t breathe

All I can do is wheeze

I can’t beg for help, and help is never here

What do I have? The doctors do not know

And I’m trying to not let all my friends know that I’m scared to go

I’m having seizures every night

But that’s just my regular old life

Take twenty pills at night

And hope that when the sun wakes up I’ll still be alive

I’m hungry but my food attacks me all the time

Have you ever been erased by the certainty you will die?

Yes, I am nothing

I am not here

I will die

I will die, I will die, I will die

My body can’t decide if it will kill me in the night

Or maybe in the morning, a little bed and breakfast

Oh, and I need more surgeries

The doctors say I’m broken

Maybe they can fix me, but will I live long enough to see them try?

I really want to go

But I don’t really want to go

And I want my baby boy to always know his mama’s right here by his side

I can’t leave him all alone when he, too, seizes in the night

Who will kiss him, who will be there when he has to say goodbye?

And I don’t want to say goodbye

But I really cannot

I cannot breathe to say goodbye

So maybe you should just leave me

I’m in pain every day

I’m scared and I’m awake

My body won’t let me sleep

Because it knows it might be too late

Please someone, can you save me?

Can you steal some of my bone marrow

And see if it’s acting right?

I swear I need an epipen almost three times a day

But insurance would rather have me dead if I cannot pay

And oh, I’m scared of what saves me

Because of the agony

The agony, the agony

Tell me, have you ever lost yourself?

Have you ever spent hours awake, alive

And wanting nothing but to die?

Is pain all there is to me?

Am I not a person with a name?

And maybe I should be forgotten

Just to hide all this pain

I can’t remember, I can’t remember

Thanks to my injured brain

Yeah, I hit it against a wall

And now I always feel the same

I feel sick and sick and sick

Is any second of my life worth it?

Please, someone just help

I want you to help me

But maybe no one can help me

Then at least can you bury me

I don’t want this

I’ll admit, my whole life feels like a piece of shit

I don’t want this

I want my boy to die before me

So at least I can tell him,

“Mama’s always here”

And then maybe I’ll slip away

Or maybe I won’t make it

Long enough to hold him as he lets out his last breath

I’m letting out my last breath

I can’t breathe, I can’t believe

All my life is diphenhydramine toxicity

Every day, every day, and every day it’s getting worse

Maybe I won’t even make it till Christmas

So don’t buy me presents, don’t send me cards

‘Cause I won’t be here at all

I suppose at least I could say hi to my baby

She never made it all that far

I can say hi to my friend

My friend who met her end from her husband

My friend who saved me from myself

But who can save me from this living hell?

Who can save me?

Can you save me?

Someone please save.

Save me.

Please, just save me!

But maybe all saving me means is that I’ll die.

#personal #writing

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rpf-bat · 4 years ago

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My Cellmate’s A Killer

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 22. Prompt: “Prison”.

Gerard is a convict, currently serving time for murder. When he receives a serious injury, the prison warden brings him to the hospital, where you work. As you nurse him back to health, you form an unexpected bond with him. But, can you really trust a killer?

Trigger warnings for mentions of past violence, and sexual assault.

The doctors told you that the patient was a criminal. He “lived” at the maximum security prison on the edge of town. Apparently, he’d gotten injured in his cell, and the guards had no choice but to bring him here, to the hospital, to receive surgery.

You didn’t care. You were a nurse - that meant you would treat any person that needed medical help. You nervously approached the police officer, who was guarding the front door of the hospital room.

“It’s time for Mister, uhh….,” you glanced down, checking your chart. “Mister Way’s next dose of medicine.”

“Alright,” the guard nodded, allowing you past. “Be careful in there, miss. He’s a dangerous man.”

You peered through the window, before entering the room. The dark haired man lay calmly on his cot. His hands were handcuffed behind his head.

“Was it really necessary to restrain him like that?” you frowned.

“We can’t allow him an opportunity to escape,” the guard reasoned.

“He just got thirty stitches in his leg,” you pointed out. “I don’t think he could walk out of here, even if he wanted to.”

“Just go give him his pills,” the guard huffed. “And stop asking me questions.”

“Yeah, alright,” you sighed, and entered the room.

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“Hi, Mr. Way,” you smiled, trying to treat him like any other patient. “It’s time for another dose of hydromorphone, okay?”

“Call me Gerard,” the man said softly. “What’s your name, Nurse?”

“I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself. You began puncturing the blister pack that contained his painkillers.

“Is it a pill you’re giving me?” Gerard asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, sir,” you nodded. “A standard eight milligram dose.”

“I don’t exactly have a free hand to take it from you,” Gerard chuckled, glancing at the cuffs, that held his hands fast. “What are you gonna do? Feed it to me?”

You blushed at this suggestion, taking a closer look at him. His long, dark hair framed a pale and handsome face. He looked more like a magazine model, than a convicted felon. The idea of bringing your fingers to his lips sounded….both appealing, and wrong, all at once.

But, if his hands are incapacitated, you considered, stepping closer to his bedside, what other choice do I have?

“Come here,” Gerard chuckled, “I promise, I won’t bite you.”

“The cop at the door says you’re dangerous,” you hesitated.

“Well, yeah,” Gerard said dryly, “I was convicted of second-degree murder.”

“M-murder?!” you gasped, jumping back. He confessed to it so casually, as if it was nothing.

“It’s true,” Gerard said, sounding frighteningly unrepentant. “I killed a man. But, I had my reasons.”

“What reason could possibly justify taking a human life?!” you cried, horrified.

Is he some kind of sociopath?, you wondered, shuddering. Should I be scared, being alone in a room with him like this?

“....Do you really want to know?” Gerard asked, gazing up at you, with his cold, hazel eyes.

The truth was, you’d always had a weird fascination with true crime documentaries. It intrigued you, hearing the motives, that would drive seemingly ordinary people to kill.

“...Yes,” you decided, setting down the pills, and taking a seat, beside the bed. “Tell me.”

“I have this little brother,” Gerard explained. “His name is Mikey. He was in his junior year of high school. Some classmate of his, decided that he looked gay. Whatever that means. And then he decided, that he needed to beat him up, just for, I don’t know, existing too gay-ly.”

“That’s terrible,” you frowned. You never understood, why kids bullied each other, for such stupid and prejudiced reasons.

“They beat Mikey so bad, that they put him in the hospital,” Gerard recalled with a pained expression.

“I’m so sorry,” you said sympathetically. You wondered if little Mikey was okay.

“It’s okay,” Gerard shrugged. “I paid the bastard back, by putting him in a grave.”

You gasped, at this chilling admission.

“You don’t understand, Nurse,” Gerard said insistently. “The son of a bitch hit my brother in the face so hard, that he went blind in his right eye, for the rest of his life!”

“That poor kid,” you frowned.

“Well, he’s not a kid anymore,” Gerard clarified. “I got revenge against the worm who hurt my brother, in 1997. I was sentenced to fifteen years in prison….and I’ve already served seven years of that.”

“So, you have eight more years to go?” you calculated.

“Yeah,” Gerard said sadly. “Mikey will be thirty-two, by the time I get out.”

“What does he think about your decision to avenge him?” you asked curiously. You imagined how much you would miss your own siblings, if you were separated from them, for over a decade.

“He visited me in lockup,” Gerard replied. “He said it brings him peace, knowing the bastard can never hurt him again. So, say what you want. But I ain’t sorry, for putting a bullet between his eyes.”

“This hospital is the first place you’ve been, other than that prison, in such a long time,” you realized.

“Yeah,” Gerard nodded. “I ain’t sorry for what I did to get sent here, either.”

“What did you do?” you asked, eyes wide.

“I got a new cellmate,” Gerard explained. “His name’s Bert. He just started a five-year sentence, last week.”

“What did he get convicted of?” you asked curiously.

“Drug trafficking,” Gerard replied. “One of the harder ones. Prison life is gonna force him to get sober, though. By the looks, withdrawal has been a real bitch for him so far.”

You recalled the symptoms of drug withdrawal, from your medical textbook. Shaking. Vomiting. Rapid heartbeat. Seizures. It was nothing you would wish on anyone - even a dealer, who had sold the poison to others.

“I’m sorry he’s going through that,” you said empathetically.

“Well, he almost went through something way worse,” Gerard grimaced.

“What could be worse than that?” you wondered anxiously.

“We were in the showers,” Gerard recalled, paling. “Some big guy, from Cell Block A, tried uh….he tried to…..touch Bert. In a way he didn’t want to be touched.”

“Oh,” you gasped. You heard about these things happening in men’s prisons - but it was still a sickening thought.

“I clocked the sick fuck,” Gerard snarled. “Knocked him the fuck out.”

“....Good,” you said, without thinking. Maybe you shouldn’t encourage a confessed killer, to commit more acts of violence. But, if he hadn’t done what he did, his friend would have been sexually assaulted. Preventing such a thing, was a noble motive.

“Problem was, the guy was in a prison gang,” Gerard sighed, continuing his story. “After I bloodied him up, all over the bathroom floor, his buddies came after me. One of them had a shiv. Shanked me right in my fucking leg.”

“.....That’s why you needed all those stitches?” you realized.

“Yeah,” Gerard replied, sinking back into his pillows. “That’s how I wound up here.”

“Let me give you your pain medicine,” you said, standing up. His stab wound must hurt him terribly.

“You’re not scared of me?” Gerard asked softly. “After everything I just told you I did?”

“You’re a violent man,” you considered. “But, I don’t think you’re an evil man, Gerard.”

“....Really?” Gerard’s eyes widened.

“Truly,” you nodded. “You attacked two men, yes. But, they were bad men. Men who hurt innocent people.”

“I’d never hurt a nice lady like you,” Gerard whispered.

You took the pain pill, and put it between your fingers. “Open up,” you instructed.

Gerard, to your surprise, blushed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I haven’t had a woman this close to me in seven, long years, Nurse,” Gerard said shyly. “Let alone such a beautiful one.”

It was your turn to blush. He thought you were beautiful?

“C-come on, now,” you stammered. “Say ah.”

Gerard opened his mouth wide. You glanced down at his pale pink lips, as you leaned over him. Your hair brushed his cheek, making his whole face go red.

You gently placed the pill on his tongue. His lips closed around your fingertips for a moment, almost sucking them. You drew back from his touch, startled.

“What’s the matter, Nurse?” he asked, a sly look on his face, as he swallowed the tablet.

“I -I told you,” you mumbled, looking away, “my name’s Y/N.”

“Can you do me one more favor, Y/N?” Gerard asked quietly.��

“What is it?” you asked, heart pounding.

“....Ya think you could scratch my nose for me?”

You burst into laughter, at his odd request. It wasn’t what you were expecting.

“I’m serious! It really itches!”

Overcoming your giggles, you glanced again, at the handcuffs on his wrists. The guard had, perhaps unwisely, left a key on the bedside table.

“....I really don’t think you need to be tied up like this,” you confessed.

“They don’t want me on the loose,” Gerard shrugged. “Told ya, I’m a killer.”

“If I were to unlock the cuffs for you,” you asked, your voice a whisper, “do you promise to stay in your bed?”

“I won’t try to escape, Y/N,” Gerard said seriously, staring up into your eyes. “I promise you. If I went on the run now, I’d never see my brother again. It’s not worth it to me.”

“...Then, I’ll do it,” you decided, grabbing the key. You prayed that you were not going to regret this.

The key turned in the lock, and the cuffs unclicked, releasing Gerard’s hands. He didn’t lunge at you, or jump up. He simply scratched his nose - exactly as he said he would.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

“I know you got other patients to look after, Nurse Y/N,” Gerard said, looking suddenly sleepy, as the medication started to kick in. “So...have a good night, alright?”

“Good night, Mr. Way,” you smiled, and walked out of the room.

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The next day, you came to provide another dose of hydromorphone. The guard glared at you, as you approached the door.

“What the hell were you thinking last night?” he asked. “You gave the prisoner an opportunity to escape!”

“.....Did he escape?” you asked, your heart suddenly aching. Had he manipulated you, into feeling sorry for him, so he could go on the lamb?

“....No,” the guard shook his head. “I guess we got lucky. The prisoner is still sittin’ in there, like a good boy. Exactly where you left him.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Gerard had kept his promise.

“...May I give him his medicine, Officer?” you asked, staring the guard down.

“Yeah, lady,” the cop said, with a defeated look. “You go on ahead.”

You entered the room, shutting the door behind you. “Hi, Mr. Way,” you greeted.

“I told you, Y/N,” your new favorite patient smiled, “the name’s Gerard.”

“Hi, Gerard,” you corrected yourself. “How are you feeling today?”

“Not so good,” Gerard confessed. “As you can see, Officer Jackass put the cuffs back on me this morning.”

It was true - he was, once again, shackled to the bed.

“I guess I’ll have to feed it to you again,” you mumbled, cheeks aflame.

“You kinda looked like you were enjoying it, the last time,” Gerard smirked.

“N-no!” you denied, blushing harder.

“Oh, really?” Gerard teased. “Well…..I know I sure did.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” you stammered. You were a medical professional. He was a patient in your care - and a convicted murderer, to boot! You shouldn’t let him flirt with you like this.

But, although you hated to admit…..he was right. Something about your fingers in his mouth, had been strangely attractive to you.

“What can I say, Nurse Y/N?” Gerard shrugged. “I got nothing to lose. As soon as I’m healed up, they’re gonna take me back to the penitentiary. I won’t see, or touch, a woman again, for the rest of this decade.”

“That must be...lonely,” you breathed.

“I knew the price I was gonna pay, when I got Mikey his justice,” Gerard sighed. “It’s far too late, to start having regrets now. But…..if I could have just one wish….”

“What would you wish for?” you asked, your heart hammering.

“Just one kiss,” Gerard begged. “Before they lock me back up, and throw away the key.”

“....I’ll grant your wish,” you decided, in a whisper. You felt so hot, all of a sudden.

“Wh-What?” Gerard stammered.

“Sssh,” you shushed him. “Hold still, and say ah for me again.”

You leaned down, beside his bed, and kissed him softly, on the mouth. Despite the sterile scent of disinfectant in the room, the taste of the moment, was incredibly sweet.

He struggled against his chains, trying desperately to bring his body, closer to yours. You sat on the bed, closing the gap.

Now practically in his lap, you kissed him harder.

“Ahhh!” he cried.

“....Did I hurt you?” you gasped, pulling away. “Did I sit on the leg that was injured?”

“....No,” Gerard panted. “That…..wasn’t a noise of pain.”

“....Oh,” you flushed.

“I’d be greedy to ask for a second wish,” Gerard said seductively. “But, if I could have one….oh, pretty, please, Nurse, would you do that again?”

You nodded, pushing him back, into the bed. “You can wish for it, as many times as you like.”

#gerard way imagine #gerard way x reader #gothtober #violence tw

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