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🗡🍊The Good Samaritan : Medic x Injured Reader🍊🗡

[Content Rating: Orange]
[Extras: Angst]
[POV: 1st, (Y/N)]
[Warnings: Violence and Gore]
[Length: Very Very Long]
[Y/N Gender: ♀️ (Female)]

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Flying over the New Mexican Badlands was like a breath of fresh air. I didn't get out or travel much, but this was a special occasion. Even though the glittering MD 80 had a destination, I didn't. I just had to get out of there. Out of that hellhole I called home.

It all happened so fast. They didn't even have time to announce it. Just a steep dive and then impact. I felt the searing pain of the flames as they engulfed me. Holy shit. I was still strapped to my seat. My mind banged against my skull with thoughts. GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!! Continuously. Over and over. I struggled against the lap belt digging into my skin. I screamed as loud as I could, the blood forcing its way up through my throat and out my mouth as the scream was drowned out by the sound of the roaring flames. Maybe someone could hear me and help me.

The lap belt finally ripped open and I jumped up and tried to get out of the mangled mess of red hot metal and insulation that littered the ground like cream-coloured snow. I screamed again as I clawed at the mass of tangled wires and metal, ripping my hands on the serrated material. I panted as the heat overwhelmed me. The heat became too much, and I fell to the ground, unconscious.

I was conscious now, the heat had died down. I kept my eyes closed, trying to comprehend what had happened. But I heard something. Talking. I could almost make out words.

"Spy, it's so cold, jeez, my nips could cut diamond."

"Shut up. We haven't even been out here for that long."

"Mmmph! Mmm!"

"Pyro, you found it!"

"Mmph!"

Clapping. Gloved clapping.

"How many dead, Doctor?"

"Hard to tell, Heavy."
The German accent cut through the air. I tried my best to move the metal on top of me so that they could see I was there. I couldn't scream anymore. My throat hurt. My body hurt. Everything hurt.

"Over there! Medic, look!"

"Scheiße!"

The metal pieces scraped against each other as they shifted slightly.

"Assistance, bitte!"

I could hear more footsteps and then the metal moved a lot more.

"Move. Heavy can get this."
My eyes were half-lidded in exhaustion as the metal was moved all the way off. Multiple faces stared at me, all male. I felt two warm fingers on the side of my neck.

"She's still alive, Gott sei Dank."

I felt warm hands on my back as two gloved hands picked me up. Whoever these hands belonged to was very strong. I felt warmth on the side of my body as the man pressed me to his chest.

"I'll take her back. Find other survivors."

We started to move. The night sky shrouded the rocks as we headed towards a light in the distance. I felt so exhausted from struggling for heaven knows how long, that I fell asleep in this stranger's arms.

When I woke up, I was laying on some kind of hospital bed. It was silent except for the quiet sound of a pencil scratching on paper and an occasional coo from a bird maybe. My hands felt better and my throat less scratchy. A man sat at a desk, hunched over and writing something. His hair was jet black except for the sides where it was grayed slightly. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a beige coloured vest. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up almost as far as they could go. A white dove sat on the desk, relaxing next to the papers. He sighed, putting his head in his hands before chuckling and scratching the bird's head. And then I fell asleep again.