False Tears (yandere Vyn Richter x femreader)

aftermath

mmmm sadistic vyn has a special place in my heart. i love him to death. he could stab me with a fork and i would be so happy. 

now that we have kind of finished that little gory part, i think you guys are owed a sweet fluff piece, of our gentle, kind and yandere doctor. 

please enjoy, and requests are currently open!

"21 year old female, multiple lacerations, possible rib fractures and lung collapse."

the EMTs rolled y/n quickly, under the LED lights of the hospital she looked even grayer and gaunt than normal. VYn watched as a doctor joined their side, a nurse writing down her blood pressure and all the medication they had given her. 

"hang three bags non-specific, get me x-ray, neurology and page surgery now. get the crash cart, and tube her." the doctor ordered, 

vyns heart jumped at the range of orders. he followed behind her, wearing a spare zip up that marius had in his car. he followed to the trauma room and watched them transfer her over to another gurney. his heart was inhis throat the entire time. 

what if he was to late? what if he had failed? what if this was it?

his hands began to shake despair fille dhis body. her heart rate was low, her body was freezing. 

a warm hand touched his shoulder. he looked to the side to see Luke. 

"thank you VYn." Luke said quietly. 

Vyn brushed him off, turning back to see a needle being placed in her chest. 

a nurse bagged her intubation tube, and a surgeon burst in from the other room. 

"don't thank me while shes half dead." Vyn muttered. 

he turned away, unable to watch them work anymore. 

Artem and marius were behind him, and for once he didn't care if they saw him cry. 

tears streamed down his face, his knees buckled slightly as images of her pale face and limp body flashed in his mind. he felt sick, he felt horrible, guilty, angry, shameful. 

someone was supporting him as he cried, he was taken into a room and sat down, he never imagined any of the men would comfort him. but soon they were sitting around him, telling him it would be alright. 

(time skip cause sad Vyn makes me depressed)

y/n had started breathing on her own. so she didn't wake up with a tube in her throat. 

her body was warmer, she felt better and in less pain than before. 

her eyes slowly opened to a dimly lit hospital room. the smell of cleaner and latex assaulting her senses. 

at first she just laid there, looking around the room and wondering how she was alive. 

her last moments of consciousness were blurry. she knew vyn was there. there was yelling and soon things went black. 

she turned her head, and found a familiar platinum haired doctor curled in a seat. he snored quietly, a jacket in his lap as a blanket, a button down shirt with suspender and his normal tie chains on. his glaces were placed beside him, he leaned into his fist as he slept, a book open beside him. 

y/n was in a hospital gown. her hair was neatly combed back so it wasn't in her face. machines beeped around her. 

she tried to sit up and was hit with a wave of pain. she grunted quietly and breathed out.