Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Wounds and Worries

"Well maybe you should go if you're gonna bitch about it" Wrench shouts as you huff about not going on a mission with Marcus because it's 'too dangerous'.

"Good, maybe you'll realise that I'm not made of glass!" You shout back, slamming the door on your way out and rushing to go meet Marcus.

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"Quick, run!" Marcus shouts at you as you both sprint past security, bullets flying past you both as you run out of the building.

Suddenly a sharp pain engulfs your shoulder, and you fall to the ground from the excruciating feeling of being shot.

"Fuck!" Marcus shouts, his face panic stucken as he helps you up and wraps an arm around you, both of you run to the car as he helps you get in and drives off.

"Shit, shit, shit" You groan, holding your shoulder as blood leaks out.

"We've gotta get you to a doctor" Marcus worries, gripping the steering wheel.

"No!" You exclaim, looking at the wound, "The bullet went through, it didn't hit anything too bad, it's just a graze that needs stitches" You say, thanking your first aid training.

"Are you sure?" Marcus questions, pulling up at your house.

You nod, face contorted in pain as he helps you out of the car and into your house. You head straight for the bathroom, awkwardly rummaging around for the supplies needed.

Marcus calls the others and relays the information, by the sound of his voice a certain someone isn't taking the news too well.

You take some heavy painkillers before beginning to stick the wound, wincing as you bite into a towel to stop from shouting out.

After ten minutes when you're near the end, Wrench bursts into the bathroom, panting as if he's run a marathon.

"Shit!" He breathes out, shoulders slumping as he looks between you and your shoulder.

"Do you mind cutting this?" You whisper, sweating and feeling like you might pass out.

Wrench nods and grabs the scissors, cutting the thread and knotting it for you, careful to not touch the injury. He takes charge and grabs the big plaster you got out, and places it over the wound.

"You scared me" He mumbles, wrapping you in a careful hug, and you notice he's shaking. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have shouted at you, as soon as Marcus told me what happened I couldn't breathe-" Wrench rambles, pressing his face in your neck as you stroke his hair.

"It's okay, I'm okay" You repeat, "I should have listened to you, I just feel so usefulness sometimes"

Wrench squeezes you tighter before picking you up and carrying you to the sofa, where the others anxiously wait for you.

"You mean more to me than anything else in the world Y/N" Wrench mumbles,pressing a kiss to your temple.