Love Is A Battlefield (Human Husk x Reader)

Broken Body

(TW: gore, broken bones, medical)

"WHEEL HIM IN!" you yelled at the recruits outside your medical tent. You were a nurse for the army during the Vietnam war. Suddenly, three soldiers and the general, with a wounded man on a stretcher busted in. "One of our boys stepped on a land mine. Five others were dead on impact, but this one managed to survive."
You got your clipboard out.

"Name?" you demanded

"Husk. Last name unknown" the general responded.

"From?"

"Las Vegas, Nevada"

"Age?"

"30"

"martial status?"

"single"

"in home occupants?"

"no"

That was all the info you needed. You just needed to save this man. You checked his pulse and his heart rate was very slow. "Shit, i'm losing him" you told your assistant that suddenly rushed in. The wounded soldier moaned in agony. He was about to die.

You started giving him chest compressions before you checked the rest of his body and his wounds. After twenty minutes of CPR, his heart rate was somewhat back to normal, but he was unconscious due to the pain. You gave him a steroid injection to ease the pain so he'd hopefully wake up soon.

You felt his face and neck for any broken bones or abnormalities. "Good."
You moved to his shoulders, hands and arms.
"Left elbow dislocated, and left hand broken."
your assistant jotted the info down on your clipboard.
You moved your hands to his chest, sides, spine, and stomach. "Five ribs broken".
You moved your hands to his hips and private area.
"Good".
You carefully felt his legs, and unfortunately, both of them were broken.

You looked at the general in defeat. "Mr. Husk is gonna have to be sent to an actual hospital."
The general sighed. "If that's the case, then we're gonna have to discharge him with honors back to the United States. These Vietnamese doctors will know he's from their enemied country so they'll likely poison him."
"Where the hell is he gonna go?" you asked. "He lives by himself. He's gonna be discharged from the hospital and be just another homeless veteran in the streets." You then felt a bloodied hand weakly touch your arm.

It was Husk. He was conscious, but he wasn't responsive. You needed a hospital, and quick.

"I'll tell you what i'll do. I'll discharge both of you by tonight. You're gonna go back to the mainland with him and take care of him until he's mobile again. Yes sir?"

"are generals allowed to do that?"

Just then, the general cut you off, slapping you across the face. "Who gives a shit, nurse? We're not gonna let one of our best men die alone thousands of miles away. No one will know. Just go." You nodded your head, holding your cheek. "You know, it's rude to hit a lady" you weakly smiled. The general patted your shoulder and walked out of your tent. You stared at your assistant in pure shock. "Looks like it's gonna be just you for now on.."

You were homeless in the United States after you graduated medical school, so you enlisted yourself as a field nurse so you'd have shelter and get paid. You didn't want another brave soul to go through the trouble that you did. You lived, well...
were homeless, in Jackson, Mississippi. Nothing really interesting there except for Elvis Presley and the Delta blues, so you weren't against going to Vegas to take care of a wounded man. After all, you did save his life.