Victor Sullivan's Son (Nathan Drake x Male Reader)

Birthday Rx

Y/N SULLIVAN's P.O.V.

I head up to mine and Nate's bedroom to grab my phone, I check the caller ID before I hit answer or decline. "Hey, Mama! What's up?" The only people I answer the phone to are: Nate (obviously), Sam, Kris, Taunie, and my mom. "Hey, pumpkin. I'm on my way over with a surprise. Be there in like mmm, 15 give or take. I'm driving so I should let you go, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Alright, love you, bye." Then she hangs up. I look at my phone all confused, then I read the date. I curse under breath at realization that today, is indeed, my birthday. Yippee. I scoff and roll my eyes then head back downstairs. "Mama is gonna be here soon, apparently today is my birthday. Can't believe a year ago today, I came here to kill my father. A year ago. Holy shit. And he's been dead for what, a few months? Where did time go?" I ended up speaking my thoughts aloud while finishing breakfast. I keep mumbling to myself and I absent-mindedly slice my finger open cutting up a block of cheese for the sauce, and I didn't realize it until I heard Sam say, "Blood. Oh my god, Y/N/N!"

(Y/N/N stands for you Your Nickname by the way.)

I look Sam as he and Nate rush to grab a towel and wrap it around my hand and finger. I wince in pain at the tight sensation, "Ow what the?" I push the two off of me as well as the taking the towel off and look down at my hand, then get sprayed in the face with blood. "Okay then!" I walk over to the sink and turn on the cold water, then place my hand under the water. "This is why we can't have nice things. How'd this even happen?"
"Well, you were talking to yourself and not paying attention to what you were doing and uh, that." Nate says, pointing at the cut on my hand. "Can someone please stitch me up?" I ask softly, then I hear a knock on the door and ask Sam to grab it. I hear the door open, and I hear three different voices, including Sam's. "Who's here?" I ask Nate. He just shrugs his shoulders, "Lemme look at it." Nate grabs my arm and looks at the cut. "It doesn't look ba--okay, it's bad!" "Oh Jesus, babe! Well don't squeeze it and you won't get sprayed in the face with blood!" Nate and I are both scrambling to grab paper towels, cloth towels, just anything to get my finger to stop bleeding. "Oh, Y/N/N! Happy birthd--OH MY GOD!! WHAT HAPPENED!?" I hear my mom scream, followed by Kris, then Taunie, and then finally Sam. Nate and I just look at each other and say, "A lot." "He can't be trusted with knives anymore." Nate says, then I give him an 'Excuse Me!?' look.

My mom then rushes over to me and drags me to the dining table. "You're lucky I keep a first air kit in my bag at all times. What did you do?" She says, scrambling to get the first aid kit out of her bag. I start explaining to Kris, Taunie, and my mom exactly what happened, and then I finish off by asking my mom: "And uh, Mama? Do you think you can prescribe me some sleeping meds? To uh, help me stay asleep? I haven't been sleeping well, and a certain someone is getting worried." "Yeah, of course pumpkin. Who's getting worried?" She asks, then I give her a 'Duh, it's him' face while pointing over to Nate. She nods and tells me she'd get right on it. Then every sits down at the table with mom at the head of table, Nate and Taunie on either side of her, I'm to the right of Nate, and Sam is next to my right, and Kris is across from me. "So, SJ? What do you usually do for your birthday?" Mom asks. I glance up to her and say, "Firstly, HATE that name. Secondly, vist your grave; which is kinda hard to do that now that you're sitting right here. Umm, I dunno? I haven't celebrated my birthday in eleven years."
"Why do you hate SJ? It's adorable! I love it!" Kris says. "Well, it was first associated with my father's nickname, Sully, and so SJ or Junior were interpreted. But uh, with him gone, I don't see why--" I take a second to think with what I'm about to say. "Nah, just don't call me that. You guys already have your own nicknames for me. Mama, you got pumpkin. Nate, has several. Taunie, you got Blueberry, cause of the hair..."