KISS Oneshots

#6 Paul Stanley x Reader

Pauls P.O.V

We were in the middle of a show when I cut my finger on one of the guitarstrings. I flinched but kept playing, not letting the fans see. Luckily when we ended the song it was time for Peters drum solo, so Gene, Ace and I left the stage. I gave my guitar to one of the staffmembers and walked towards the others, clutching my bleeding finger tightly.

"What'cha got there Paul?", Ace asked curiously, pointing at the injury. "I cut my finger on the guitarstring. Isn't that bad but it won't stop bleeding.", I answered, showing them.  "That looks deep! You should go see the doctor real quick!", Gene said and Ace nodded. "Alright, I'll hurry!", I said, making my way to the doctor, who always came with us on tour and to video recordings. I knocked on the door and opened it, not believing my eyes as I entered.

Y/N P.O.V

I just started my new job as personal doctor for the band Kiss, making myself at home in the tiny room of tonights concert location. Normaly I would've started in a week but something came up and they wanted me to start today. A knock on the door brought me out of my raging thoughts. Before I could tell the person to come in, the door already opened revealing Paul, who looked at me confused.

"Oh, sorry. Must've caught the wrong door.", he mumbled and I laughed. "It's alright. Where do you wanted to go?", I asked a little nervous cause that was the first time I met one of the bandmembers. "I wanted to go see the doctor. Must be the next door.", he said, already starting to turn around. "Then you're in the right room. I'm Y/N, I'm the new doctor for you and the rest of the band and the staff.", I introduced, holding my hand out for him to shake.

"But weren't you supposed to start next week?", he asked and I nodded. "Yes but something came up and your manager called me to start today. So what can I help you with?", I asked, smiling friendly. He looked stunned for a moment before showing me his bleeding finger. "I cut my finger on the guitar string and it won't stop bleeding.", he said and I motioned for him to sit down in one of the chairs.

"I need to glue it together so it will stop bleeding and heal faster. But you need to wear a bandaid over it. Can you play with that?", I asked and he nodded. "Alright, I'll grab everything I need real quick and then I'm gonna patch you up.", I said smiling and he smiled back at me, before I turned around to gather my things.

I sat down in front of him with some medical glue, gloves and a bandaid. "Alright, that might sting a little.", I told him and he nodded. Then I put on the gloves and took his hand. I looked up at him for a moment, seeing that he watched my every move. I squished the cut together a little before glueing it together.

He didn't say anything but I could feel his eyes on me the whole time I held onto his finger while the glue dried. At last I wrapped a bandaid around his finger and threw the gloves into the trash bin. "Alright, all patched up again. If something happens with it, like it ripping open again come see me! If not then it'll heal and the glue will fall off eventually.", I said and he smiled standing up.

"Thanks doc! Now I need to go back to the show. See you around!", he said, smiling one last time before leaving the room. I still smiled after the door was closed for a quite a while. He seemed nice but sadly I won't ever see him without make up and stage outfit on.

The next time I saw him was a few days later at rehearsal. He was brought in by Gene, who held onto him a little. "Hello. What can I do for you both?", I asked smiling and Gene sat Paul down on a chair. "He said he feels dizzy and he stumbled around the stage a little. Could you check on him to make sure he is alright?", Gene asked and I nodded.

Gene left again and I turned to Paul. "Any other symptoms except the dizziness?", I asked standing in front of him. "No, just dizzy. A little headache maybe.", he answered and I nodded. I listened in on his lungs and heart, before checking his pulse and blood pressure. "Well it seems you're just a little tired and dehydrated. Rough night last night?", I asked and he smiled. "Maybe. So what is your advice doctor?", he asked and I smiled. "Just take a little break here and there and drink some water. You're free to go back to rehearsal.", I said and he nodded, standing up. "Thanks again doc!", he said, before leaving. I shook my head at him, smiling at the closed door.