The Grim Reaper || ghost x reader

14. Recovery

After the doctor left the two men looked at me. i looked at the one holding one of my hands i took it away from him.. i didn't like being touched. he narrowed his eyes at me. he tried putting a hand to my forehead but i moved back quickly. i tilted my head at him. he looked back at the guy in the mask.. then back at me. i slowly moved away from him. he tilted his head at me. "are ya feeling ok kid?" my eyes went a bit wide. why was he calling me kid? i don't know these people.. i had a knife under my pillow. i narrowed my eyes at the man, ive never seen him before.. he went to grab for me but i slapped his hand away. then two other men walked in. i looked at all of them confused. why was i here? i need to be at my station and check on the newbies. i went to get up but the guy sat on my bed went to push me down, so i grabbed my knife. i grabbed his hand and put the knife to his wrist, but something in me wouldn't let me hurt him. i just gave him a look of warning. he nodded his head. he kept eye contact with me. "gaz, go get the doctor.." he looked nervous "what-" the man i had a knife to spoke a little louder, witch made me tighten my grip on the knife. "go. get the doc. somethings wrong." a guy in a hat nodded his head, and ran out the room.

my eyes darkened. the guy in front of me chuckled. "ok kid. lets make a deal.." i stayed quiet. he huffed . " how about you let my wrist go. and i back away from you.. you can hold onto the knife if it makes ya feel any better kid." i looked around the room there was a confused looking guy with a Mohawk. the guy with the mask was still in the same place. i looked back at the man i had at knife point. in one swift move i took the knife away from his wrist and pushed him away from me. he almost fell but he caught himself. i huffed and went to grab my uniform but was stopped by the doctor. " do you know who these people are miss. (l/n)?" i looked at the doc and shook my head. he hummed "well these gentle men are your team. your on task force 141. this man right here-" he pointed to the man i had at knife point. "-hes your captain. his name is price.-" my eyes went wide. i held my captain at knife point. shit. the doc then pointed at the guy in the mask. "-this is your Lt. he goes by ghost. and these two-" he pointed at the other two men in the room. "these are your sergeants..." my eye twitched and the doc stepped forward to me, i held my knife up to him. he stepped back when he saw the knife. he looked back at my 'team' and spoke. "she has memory loss. this sometimes happen with trauma.. has anything happened to her in the past few months?" the captain nodded his head "she was tortured for 2 years.. she just got back a month ago.." my eyes widened, i was tortured?? two years? i backed up a bit. my breathing became hollow, and i looked back and forth between everyone in the room. this wasn't happing.

everyone looked worried at me. why were they looking at me. my eyes were still wide and i backed up into a door. i opened it, went in and locked the door. i still had the knife with me. there was knocking on the door. it was that same guy from when i woke up. "kid open the door-" ringing filled my ears i couldn't hear what he was saying. i turned around.. the mirror was covered with a sheet, I was in a bathroom. i was about to pull it off. but someone spoke "reaper, don't pull off the sheet. you have scars all over your body if you haven't noticed yet.. there are scars on your face." my eyes went wide. i looked down at my body. he was right. i dropped the knife and ripped my shirt off, then i ripped the sheet off the mirror. i froze.. this is what i look like?? a small gasp escaped me. i backed up into the door i couldn't breath, i felt like i was drowning. the ringing got louder. i felt banging on the door, tears were streaming off me face. the door swung opened. i tried to grab the knife but i was to slow, it was kicked away from me. the guy looked at the mirror then down at me. he sighed "i told you not to do it.." i glared at him. he went into the bathroom and tossed me my shirt. i quickly put it on and stood up to get away from people. the doc was still here. my breathing was still shallow i just glared at everyone. why couldn't i just be left alone??

I just read the doctor's lips I couldn't hear at the moment, the ringing was too loud. He basically filled me in on what had happened to me. He said I needed rest but to also communicate with my so called team. I didn't trust them. The doc left and the ringing died down I was able to hear a conversation at least. The one with a Mohawk spoke walking somewhat close to me. I stepped back. He looked sad. "hei jeg vet at du må være redd og forvirret, men ikke bekymre deg, vi er her for deg."[hey i know you must be scared and confused but don't worry we are here for you.] My eyes went a bit wide. He knew Norwegian? How did he know I knew..? I mean the doctor did say I knew them before I lost my memory... I huffed and rolled my eyes then looked away.