Redemption - Konig x Reader

seven

"It's you." I spoke, looking at the man that had entered my room.

It was, him. The guy that had saved me. The tall, masked guy that had sat with me in the ambulance, the one that had carried me in his arms after finding me. The man that had occupied my thoughts countless nights after i was checked into the hospital. I had even dreamt of him a few times, him saving me at the end of all of my nightmares. I hadn't seen him in my dreams for a while though, and i had eventually stopped thinking about him. A small part of me wondered if he was even real, maybe i was in an intense state of shock and managed to hallucinate him. But, apparently not. He was here after all.

"Holy shit it's you." I said, sitting up straighter in my bed to fully take him in.

He was dressed in his uniform, with his mask draped over his face. The same cargo pants like before, except now missing the various gadgets that were once stuffed in the pockets and the military vest. He seemed nervous, barely stepping out from the door and keeping his eyes on the ground after giving me a quick glance.

"Yeah." He said, barely audible as he scratched the the back of his neck.

I could tell he was nervous, he was scratching where his mask was later over-he obviously didn't have an actual itch.

"Have you been okay?" He asked, i felt myself let out a breathe i wasn't aware i was holding in after hearing his accent. Nostalgia, from two weeks prior.

I slowly took in his words, unsure of what exactly to say. In all honestly, i wasn't alright, not at all.

"I'm fine." I spoke, letting my words go out with a tinge of guilt from my blatant lie.

The man in front of me nodded, his eyes going from me and back to the ground. We sat in silence for a moment before i spoke up.

"You saved me..." I trailed off, glancing to the sheets of my bed. "Thank you."

He finally looked to my face permanently, eyes wider than before, seeming surprised by what i said.

"Yes, i guess i guess you could say that."

I smiled up to him. He seemed to relax when i did, his shoulders rounding and head tilting up ever so slightly.

"You can close the door." I motioned. "If you plan on staying that is." I grimaced at the thought of him leaving so quick, i didn't want him to, not yet.

He looked to the door, hesitating before closing with one swift push of his hand.

I shifted in my bed, fixing the sheets on my lap as i mentally prepared myself for my first non-nurse conversation. He seemed taller than i remembered, towering over everything in the room. I also noticed the red-orange lines on his mask, them going down in streaks from where his eyes were. I don't know how i hadn't seen it before, or perhaps it skipped in my memory. Maybe it had been so long since seeing him i only had a small blurred image of him left in my head. But now he was here, clear a day in-front of me.

Despite my foggy memory of his looks, the feeling he gave me was still the same as. The warm, comforted feeling that seemed to radiate off him and into me. The feelings that made me cling to him like a lost child when i first met him. I had an overwhelming feeling of safety, he was the only person who truly was there for me, he saved me. He even came back for me.