Pedro Pascal Characters x Reader

Injured (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: You get hurt and Din has to take care of you while he fights his inner demons screaming at him saying that it was his fault.

Din knew.

As soon as he heard you yelp in pain, and as he turned he knew.

He knew was not able to do the one thing he swore he would, protect you and keep you safe. But he failed.

The three of you were found by a group of droids, Din was in the middle of shooting and fighting them, and you also did your best, although Din didn't see how you got hurt, rage-filled his mind.

He could only assume by the position which you were in that this happened because you saved Grogu from betting stabbed. So, right after Din was finished with every single droid, he rushed to attend to your wound. 

Grogu was right by your side babbling, looking at his dad, letting him know that his mommy was hurt. Your eyes were closed shut and your breathing was heavy as your hand was pressing on the wound.

"I'm here, cyar'ika. Let me have a look." even with his voice modified by his helmet the worry was clear in his voice.

"I-I think I'm fine. It's not as bad as it looks." you told him, but you could tell, he didn't believe you. You were bleeding and he got a special spray out of his pocket.

"This will sting but I swear it will help to close and clean the wound." you heard him tell you. You gave him a nod and indeed it hurt. Grogu was worried as he grabbed your arm, you offered him a smile.

***

Your wound wasn't as bad as Din had initially thought. Maybe he overreacted. But seeing you hurt, it hurt him on a whole different level. The fact that you were battling with fever not long after you were back on the Crest didn't help Din's anxiety.

He spent days taking take of you, looking after you and even feeding you. He even had to leave the ship one time to run to the nearby village for some medication.

Din felt terrible. He knew he should have paid more attention and if it wasn't for him, you would be safe and sound. But no, instead you were unconscious lying down on your shared bunk with a fever and a stab wound at your side.

You were out for days. All Din could do is make sure that your fever is at bay, and to make sure the kid is by your side.

"I know, kid. She will be up soon." he said as he watched Grogu place his tiny hands on your arm.
The guilt inside Din grew at the sight. He missed talking to you, he missed hearing your laugh, he missed you cuddling up to him because the ship was cold during the evenings. He needed you to get better desperately. He knew that you were strong, you will be okay, but that didn't dim the guilt he felt inside.

***

You woke up, feeling tired, the wound on your side still stung as you sat up. You found the little one by your side, sleeping. You were so thirsty and hungry. As you got up and go your hair into a bun, carefully and very quietly you exited your bunk. Just as you stepped out, you saw Din, with his helmet off, only his suit on.

You didn't panic, since you were married, you had seen his face many times.

"Well, I was looking for a different kind of meal, but I guess you would work." you said smirking at him.

His eyes still held worry as he put his bowl down and walked to you. He held your face in his gloved hands as he looked at you as if he was making sure it was really you.

"I see your jokes are back, mesh'la. How are you feeling?"

"Hungry. Thirsty. Thank you for taking care of me. I feel much better, although this does hurt a bit." you said pointing to your injured side.

He gave a slow nod before his lips landed on yours. It was a sweet kiss, he barely moved, but his kiss was deep, relieved to have you back with him.

"Please tell me you didn't blame yourself." you told him once he pulled back.

You know him too well.

"This wasn't your fault, Din. I ran in there to save the child, it was my decision. Please don't blame yourself. I admit that it was stupid, but I had to. I had to save him." the deep breath he took and let out washed over your face.

You know him too well.

That is exactly what he was doing the past few days while you were recovering.

Every night he sat next to you, blaming himself for not paying attention, blaming himself for not looking out for the kid more, and blaming himself for your injury while he was untouched.

"Please stop. I'm fine, the kid is fine. You saved us both yet again. My wound will heal, please stop overthinking, Din. I love you okay? Can you just tell me that you love me too? Please."

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." it was a whisper. only meant to be heard by you.

"I love you too, so so much." you pulled him closer one more time to kiss him.

After you pulled back, Din hugged you. It was something he often did. During cuddling or while he was driving, he loved to feel you and have you close. you put your nose into his hair as he placed his head on your shoulder, you hugged him closer. You wanted him to touch you, to hear you and to feel you. He needed to know that you were okay.

After a few minutes, your stomach growled. Making you laugh.

"I'm hungry, Din."

"Just a little more." he said, not letting you go.

And so you stood there in his arms for as long as he needed you for. You ran your fingers into his hair and whispered sweet nothings into his ears. You knew that if he would be lying down, he would have fallen asleep by now.

But you loved your loving and caring husband very much.