Duckshots!

No Need To Apologize! (Drake x Reader)

2017 Ducktales
Drake Mallard x Reader
Female!Reader
Established relationship

⚠️ Triggering Warning ⚠️
Blood
Stitches

A/N: I'm working on making this into a book some of it is posted.

I took a shaky breath and checked the time. Nearly three am. I was hoping my bandage job would be enough to help the cut in my admin. That didn't seem to be the case especially with pulsing pain that rudely woke me up. I tried to sit up and instantly regretted it. I cursed Darkwing as I touched my stomach. It was soaked in blood and throbbed with dull pain. I searched the bed for my phone.

"Please be up." I dialed Drake's number. I laid my head into my pillow and listened to the phone ring. On the second one he answered.

"_____, are you okay? It's three am." I clearly hadn't woken him though.

"Thanks for the clarification and, define okay?" I tried to laugh but failed.

"What do you need?"

"You know anything about patching yourself up?"

"You're hurt? Where are you?" He panicked.

"I'm at home but I have a cut that requires some TLC." I said calmly.

"And you're not going to see a doctor," he sighed.

"And I'm not going see a doctor."

"I'll be there in five minutes."

"Okay." I hung up.

I dug my fingers into the mattress and regretted not asking Drake for help to begin with. I might've not got cut to begin with. Then I resigned to my pain because I knew he wouldn't have understood or agreed. He was too sweet for that. There was a small knock on the door about five minutes later.

"It's unlocked!" I called.

"Why is your door unlocked?" He scolded me when he walked in.

'Because when I walked in I almost fainted form blood loss.' I thought.

"Why are you awake at three a.m.? Let's agree to not ask questions we don't want the answers to." I groaned in pain. "I'm back here."

He pushed my bedroom door open slowly and flicked on the lights. He walked in and sat a plastic bag down beside me. He helped me sit up.

"Holy cow, ______. What did you do?" He asked when he saw the blood stain. I cursed under my breath. I didn't have an explanation.

"Broke a glass." He raised an eyebrow. "After having a glass or three."

He sighed and turned back to the bag. I slipped off my shirt so I was sitting in my bra and pj shorts. He turned back to me.

"Uh, um." He stuttered. It would've been cute if I wasn't in pain.

"Oh shut it and focus." I hit him then flinched.

"No. I mean, um, that's more than a cut from being drunk." He mumbled, pouring something onto a rag.

I pulled off a large bandage and he held open the bag and threw it in.

"It's nothing, Drake." I pulled my hair up into a ponytail. He locked eyes with me.

"_____ did someone do this to you?" He pressed the cloth onto the cut and I hissed.

"Don't do that Drake," I lowered my gaze and watched his hands, "you won't like the answers."

He looked back up at me but didn't say anything. He picked up the needle and tread.

"The drawer, bottom drawer." I nodded to my nightstand. He opened and pulled out bottle brandy.

"Really?" He looked disappointed.

I smirked and took a sip and shuddered at the taste. I watched his hands as he stitched me up.

"How'd you get so good at this?" I saw him grimace. "Ah one of those questions we shouldn't answer."

I leaned my head on my wall behind me. The small pinches of pain where dulled by the smell of his  cologne and the drink.

"This is bad, maybe you should go see a doctor." He was already four stitches deep and was getting ready for a fifth.

"Doctors ask too many questions. Not that you're much better it seems." I chuckled.

"I wish you would tell me what would happen." He mumbled. I opened my eyes and his face was worried. I raised my hand to his cheek. He covered it with his own hand. "I just wanta help."

"I know." I sighed and against my better judgment. "Don't be mad."

"Never at you." He tightened his grip on my hand and nodded.

"You say that now." I smiled for a second then took a deep breath. "Darkwing."

I felt him freeze, his eyes widen, and his hand fell. I didn't blame him. I had just told him his childhood hero gutted me like a fish.

"He did this." I pulled my hand away and fidgeted it in my lap. 

He swallowed hard. "How did Darkwing do this to you?"

"You know that pharmaceutical company my law firm works for?" He nodded slowly and turned back to the stitches. "Well you know my suspicion and I couldn't take not knowing. I don't blame him. I was breaking the law: breaking and entering, trespassing, theft, etc. Anyway, I took a dive off the fire escape and it sliced me open."

There was a moment of silence while that soaked into his brain. He didn't speak until he was done working. He turned to me and looked very serious.

"What did you steal?"

"Of course that's what your worried about." I punched him in the arm. "I didn't go rogue on you. I took the ledger. It's in the top drawer. The cops are gonna get a anonymous tip as soon, well as soon as, I can get it there."

He slid open the drawer and pulled out the file. He read over it though I doubt he could make much of it. I pulled my shirt back on while he read.

"They're laundrying money." I nodded surprised he figured it out. He sat it back down on the nightstand. He leaned forward to give me a hug. After a second I shifted from discomfort not pain. Drake could never hurt me. "I'm sorry, ______."

"Not your fault, Drake." He hugged me tighter. I knew he was apologizing for my wound, for Darkwing's mistake. He didn't need to. After all he wasn't Darkwing.

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