Give Me Strength~ Jake Sully X Reader

Chapter one

Ever since I was a little girl, I knew that I wanted to help people. I got that from my mother. She served as an intensive care nurse. I aspired to be a nurse just like her. My father wasn't around at all. I don't even know who he is, only that he was a marine chief, and was overseas pretty much my whole childhood, but I appreciated it. My father inspired me; he put his life on the line to protect our country. This is what led me to what I am today. A marine corps nurse. I love my job, although it can be very hard at times.

"Ouch!" My patient hissed as I attempt to clean out his wound.

"Hold still." I say. This guy is killing me. He received a cut, not much more severe than a paper cut, across his left cheek, but he was adamant that he needed medical attention. Every time my alcohol swab brushes over the wound, he grimaces and turns his head away. I thought you had to be tough to work in this field. As I'm about ready to give up and tell this man to scram, Rachel, a new nurse, rushes into the room.

"Y/N, you're needed for a severely injured patient down the hall. I'll take over here." She comes and grabs the stuff from out of my hands and practically shoves me out of the room.

I thank the lord for getting me away from that guy, although I am nervous to see the state of the new patient I will be attending to. Rachel seemed a little shaken up, so it can't be good. I rush down the hall and see three other nurses surrounding a stretcher. As I approach they clear the way to reveal a man, probably around my age, unconscious. I grab his wrist, which is very cold, and check for a pulse. Nothing.

"Shit." I mutter in frustration. I immediately begin CPR, frantically waiting for him to come back to us. Come on, he's too young to die. After doing chest compressions for a few minutes, I'm losing hope. Just as soon as I think it's over, the man breathes. I gasp in relief, out of breath and sweating from the last several minutes. "Get him on an IV." I manage to get out. One of the other nurses nods and rolls him away.

"What happened to him?" I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

"We believe he has suffered a severe spinal injury." One of the remaining nurses respond.

Oh gosh. That's usually bad news. This man's life will never be the same, if he even makes it out. This is the only bad part about my job; having to witness the deaths and major injuries of these brave men and women. I told the nurse to keep me updated on his status before heading to grab lunch.

As I sit there picking at my salad, I find myself thinking about the injured man. I decide that I lost my appetite, and pack up my stuff. As I'm walking through the hallways, I stop to ask another nurse if she knows where the patient from earlier was. She nods and points me in the right direction. Before I know what I'm doing, I am scurrying through the place, trying to find him. I finally do, and there is nobody in the room. I quietly pull up a chair next to his bed, as he is still sleeping. I spot his chart lying on the table and grab it. As my eyes scan the paper, I discover his name. Jake Sully. That's a good name. My eyes find their way back to the motionless figure. I allow myself to take in the features of his face. He is definitely attractive. While I'm distracted by examining Jake, I don't notice Rachel walk in. I'm taken out of my trance when I hear her clear her throat. I jump back in surprise and quickly stand from my chair.

"He'll be going into surgery soon." She says.

I take this as my hint to leave. I take one more look at him before I exit the room. I really hope he is going to be okay. I finish the rest of my day by mostly stitching deep cuts, or checking on the patients with illnesses. Before I know it, my day is done.

I find myself, once again, headed to see Jake. On my way there, a thought appears in the back of my mind. What if he didn't make it out of surgery? When I round the corner into his room, I let out a sigh of relief. He is lying in bed sleeping just like before. I'm assuming he came out of surgery not long ago. I pull up the same chair as earlier to his bedside. I sit there for a few minutes before I see his eyes twitch. He slowly wake up, until his eyes are fully open. He looks around the room before he finds me.

"Who are you? And why am I here?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm Y/N, and I'm a nurse here. You suffered a severe injury and have just undergone surgery."

He runs his hands over his face in disbelief. He opens his mouth as if he is going to say something, but then snaps it shut. His eyes widen. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

"I can't move my legs." He mumbles. He uses his elbows to prop himself up. "I can't move my legs!" he says, louder this time. "Why can't I move my legs!!!!" he's yelling now.

All the commotion caught the attention of the doctors and they came rushing in.

"What's going on in here?" One of the doctors asks.

"I can't move my legs, that's what!" Jake yells.

The doctor's facial expression falls and he tucks his clipboard under his arm.

"You suffered from a spinal injury. You went into surgery and they repaired your spine, however nerves were damaged that cannot be fixed. Because of this, you are paralyzed from the waist down. We are terribly sorry Mr. Sully."

This makes my heart sink. I had a feeling something like this would happen, but I was really hoping it wouldn't. I look over at Jake and he's expressionless.

"We'll leave you alone for a while." the doctor says, motioning for me to exit. As I'm leaving the room, I look at Jake one last time. He has tears in his eyes. I can only imagine what he's going through.