IdentityV - Oneshots

♠︎ Colleague - Lydia x Reader

You sat at the receptionist desk of the Lydia Jones clinic for what felt like hours, awaiting your boss' arrival from the cellar. What was in the cellar? You weren't sure, and you didn't want to know anyways. All you knew is that's where a good portion of this buildings agonizing screams echoed from. It was none of your business.

"Sorry I'm late today! I've been busy busy!" A slam of files onto the desk alerted you to your left and your eyes widened instantly. "L-Lydia your clothes! If someone walks in it won't be a good look!" You stood up nervously peering outside in case anyone dared walk in unexpectedly. Lydia on the other hand stared at her clothes like a child who had gotten all sorts of paints on their sleeves. Except this paint was a very deep and dark red that reeked of iron.

"Eh, whatever, at least they'll know what they're getting into!" She said almost triumphantly before seemingly dancing her way to the front of the desk and leaning over it to see you. "How're y'a doing doll?" She asked with a sickeningly sweet smile spread across her lightly dusted pink face. "I'm doing fine Doctor." You replied professionally, not letting her pet name get the better of you. "Awe, you don't have to call me in such a way! Just call me Lyd-!"

"Lydia we've got an emergency in one of the-!"

"Doctor." She corrected, whipping her head back and glaring to the man who had just walked up to her. "D- Doctor Jones- a very important patient is having horrible heart palpitations right now we need you to-!"

"Sure sure gimme a second." The man knew better than to argue with the woman. She was already irked at his calling of her first name, and now his interrupting of your time together. "You should go." You said softly, but the look on her face screamed annoyance. "I don't wanna~!" She whined like a child. Lydia was not a kind person... or well, she was only kind to the people she considered family and who she's worked with for years. Patients who came in and left were nothing important to her. They have nothing to do with her life, why should she care? "I wanna stay and chat with you more!" She pouted with her cheek laid on the desk.

"We can just chat later!" Unlike her, you cared for anyone at least a little. So the fact that someone was dying in the same building you sat in, it was chilling. "The idea of someone being so close to death right now... it scares me." You looked down with a slight fear. It was frightening you wouldn't lie, but if you said something like that Lydia would usually flip her switch into work mode.

As you expected her eyes were wide and she gaped at you, before she grew angry. "I'll make sure they won't die! How dare they have a heart attack right now! Making you afraid like that-!" She slammed her fists on the counter before speeding off shouting for other staff to aid her on her mission to save you.

You let out a breath, and returned to your paper work.
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You sat wearily in your seat as Lydia sat on your desk kicking her feet with anger. The family member of the person who Lydia just operated on almost didn't pay a dime. Such things always ticked her off so easily. But you don't know how she had time to worry over things like that when she was wanted.

"You know you're in big trouble right? You should leave the city before you're caught."

You said suddenly. You weren't fond of helping criminals, but you knew her personally now for years. Everyone at this clinic was twisted in one way or another, it's how all the malicious acts here even slid by constantly. They seen each other as family, a sick family of course. "I've been wanted for months now, but they can't get me." She said sweetly. "Plus, If I leave then that means I'm practically surrendering myself! I'd rather be put in jail!" You scowled only a bit. "Can't you grow up?" You blurted out before you realized who you said that too. You whipped your head up and she was already staring at you.