IdentityV - Oneshots

☁︎ We won't go - Emily x Reader x Naib

TW: Self Harm

Your eyes shifted around to watch the woman work. You laid in one of the many beds in the infirmary, as you passed out, seemingly out of the blue. Emily wanted to make sure you were okay and had you stuck here for maybe three hours now.

"C-can I go now...?" You asked the Doctor who turned to you before making way to you. She placed a hand on your forehead which made you retract into the plush pillow. "I'm just worried you'll up and faint again, maybe I should have someone accompany you when you wander..." She thought to herself but you stopped those thoughts quickly, being a burden to someone- you wouldn't have it. "No! I'm fine really, I'll be more careful I just, I wouldn't want to be a bother." She stared at you with wide eyes, before shaking her head and smiling. "Oh (Y/n), no one would mind if it meant watching out for you." She leaned over you and clasped your hand which made you jump.

So close.

"I will watch over you? That way, you wouldn't have to worry about being a 'bother'. Take it as my job as the Doctor here." She was warm, and gave such a kind radiant smile, giving a reason to aid you so you wouldn't feel awful. "I'll... think about it." You said, mostly just to please her. She looked at you wearily but still smiled. "I'm glad..."

She said that, but she looked sad, almost broken over your decision. Did you make her think you didn't want her around?! Oh no... "Emily-!" You sat up, and she jumped on her stool. You grabbed her hand and looked at her intently, the words really just stuck in your throat but she seemed to enjoy your hold. Though as her eyes peered at your clamped hands with a red to her cheeks, it disappeared as your sleeve slid down at the angle of your arm. "(Y/n)-!"

You didn't need to look to know why she shouted like that, but you whipped your arms back so hard you stumbled back in the bed. "Ah-!" Too much rejection to her close proximity, as you fell back off the bed and onto the floor. "(Y/n)!" Again, she shouted your name and your face grew red out of embarrassment. "I'm sorry!" You said, popping up from the other side of the bed and making a dash for the door.

She grabbed you by your shoulder and pulled your back, and it shocked your for a moment. Such a frail gentle woman and she yanked you with such a force- "Please let me," her voice was kind and caring, it was too much. "N- no thank you!"

"Just let me-!"

Her eyes widned the second she managed to grasp a single finger on the cuff of your sleeve and pulled it upwards. With your arm exposed for probably just a mere .5 seconds did you pull your arm back and cover back up. "I'll take care of it leave me alone please." You said quickly and turned around. It was funny, how the Doctor would pester and pester until someone was nearly as healthy as an adventurous kid, however she did not chase after you this time, she couldn't. She didn't know what to say, for seemingly the first time in her life.
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You muffled your quiet moans of pain, as you rinsed your arm under warm water. Not only was your reopened scar stinging, but the recent once's as well. You'd take care of it, you would, it was the least you could do for the Doctor, knowing she was probably having a panic over you now. Always making other people worry...

How careless, how selfish, as if she doesn't have enough to worry about already, now look what you've done. Just another little thing to waste her precious personal time on. You wished she wasn't so kind, so you could simply walk up to her and tell her to forget you, but she wouldn't, and you knew that. Another burden for someone, the embodiment of shame and embarrassment. How disgusting, she probably feels she needs to take care of such a weak wimpy soul.

You peered over the counter, at your irritated arm, thinking if this was another reason worth remembering, worth marking down. Mm, yeah sure. This way you'd be able to remember to apologize to her the next time you seen her. So you grabbed the easily obtainable razor blade that sat on your counter and gently readied it against your skin, and you nearly pressed down before a knock on your door nearly gave you a heart attack.