Only you - ghost x reader

11

The next few days passed quickly.
I tried to avoid John at work and only spoke to him when necessary. Fortunately, the days were very unspectacular and not many injured people came in.

It was Friday and I was beginning to get nervous as the day approached when John and I would have to decide whether to join task force 141 and assist as medical escorts.
We only have two more days until we have to tell Price our decision and I still don't know what I'm going to do.

I never imagined that I would be part of a team that went on dangerous missions. My plan was actually to gain professional experience here in the military and then to look for another job in my home country.

Since I haven't talked to John in a while I don't know if he's still planning to join the team or not.
Maybe I should ask him for his opinion regarding this situation but I still don't feel like talking to him.

When I thought about which decision to make I was torn out of my thoughts by a loud door bang.

I looked at the door and saw Ghost limping slowly into the room, barely able to stand on his feet.
"What happened?!" I ask him, startled.
I noticed that his right hand was pressed over his ribs. His gloves were covered in blood, he was apparently badly injured. Blood was also seeping through his mask.

"A bullet hit me, it's not that bad. I just need a bandage." he said, coming over to me and sitting in the nearest chair.
"And what about your face? You bleed there too."
"I don't know," he said curtly.
"Can you lie down on the couch so I can look at your injuries or should I help you?"
"I'll manage."

Ghost slowly got up and hobbled to the couch in front of me.
He first sat on it, then lifted one leg and then the other to lie down.
A deep groan came out of his throat with every movement, he must be in pain, I thought to myself.

Since the injury on his ribs seemed worse than the one on his face, I wanted to take care of that wound first.
I took a pair of scissors and cut up his clothes to get a better look at the wounded area.
As his skin became slowly visible while removing his clothes I saw a lot of scars all over his upper body. I wanted to ask him where they came from but I decided not to.

"Please slowly take your hand away." I told him and he did as I said.
The wound was still bleeding, but it was a graze and there was no bullet in his body. I called for another paramedic to help me.
While he was tending to the wound on his ribs, I wanted to see the injury on his face.
When I went to remove his mask, he immediately grabbed my wrist.

"No, don't take the mask off." he ordered me.
"I have to do this or I can't treat you!"
"I'll do it myself"
"Don't be silly. Then let me push the mask up just a little."
He said nothing, but relaxed his grip and agreed with a brief nod of his head.

I took his mask and lifted it up a bit to see the wound.
I could see his sharp jaw and soft well formed lips as I did so.
It seemed like he was in a close fight with someone as there was a cut in his cheek which was probably caused by a knife.
"I have to clean and stitch the wound," I told him.
"Then do that." he told me and I started stitching his cheek.
When I was done with that, I sent the other paramedic, who had cleaned the wound by now, away to sew up the wound there as well.

When I finished the treatment, Ghost wanted to get up.
"No, you have to lie down!" I told him loudly.
"I'm not going to stay here and spend the night. I want to go to my room."
"But you have to..."
"There is nothing I have to. Don't tell me what to do."
Without being able to say another word, he groaned and made his way to the door. He was staggering on his feet so I ran to him and wrapped his left arm around me to support him.
"At least let me accompany you," I told him softly.
He agreed with a nod and we made our way to the barracks together.