" 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡,
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟. "
Our Y/N is a famous movie star, singer, popstar, model, anything else related to this-you name it! Almo...
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"FREE!" I shouted, barging into the infirmary. 3 pairs of eyes shot to the entrance of the room of where I stood at with heavy pants. The nurse took a brief look at me. She had just finished checking over the injury and was now in the process of patching it up.
"Y/N?" Kristina let out a relived exhale, but then straightened up. She strode over to me, grasping my wrist before pulling me out.
"I—" the magenta gal closed the door behind us. Once it was fully shut, I was all over Kristina. "I-Is his arm as bad as it seemed? It's nothing too serious is it? How long will it be until he can move it again? Is anything else besides his arm that is injur—"
"Y/N, Y/N," Kris smiled, placing a calming hand on my shoulder. "Take a deep breath, your hair's all over the place."
'My hair!'
"O-Oh...yes." I mumbled, getting unbuckling the magnet of my shoulder bag. What I pulled from within was a mini makeup mirror. With a single nail, I clicked it open. Simultaneously, I was busy fixing my H/C locks that were all crazed from my run to here with my other hand. Kristina stood there patiently, rehearsing in her mind about her choice of words.
"Done?"
"Yeah." I reply, snapping it closed and tucked it snuggly back into the bag. The lady before me inhaled, then exhaled slowly.
"Okay." She began, a smile that made my mollified my restless heart. "It's not too serious, but it'll be a while before he can use it again. That means I'll need you to supervise him so that he doesn't go off and train like the workaholic he is."
'Supervise...Free...supervise...Free...sup—
Wait—SUPERVISE?!'
"Me?!" I shriek, blinking rapidly. I quickly denied, shaking both my hands and head repeatedly. "I-Im not that responsible! I'll admit that Mikasa usually tells me what to do. So why're you telling me to do something fragile as caring for a human being?!"
"It's nothing too difficult." Kristina reassured, sending me another innocent close-eyed smile. "You'll just have to be his right arm."
"Be his...right arm?"
"Yep! Just for a few weeks." She nodded, hands behind her back as she rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes. I motioned a slow nod, urging her to continue. "For example...everything that involves using his right arm!"
