Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

50.Far gone

His second surgery went well. The next day you were on your way to visit him, bringing a little bag with goodies with you.

Upon entering his room, you held back a gasp.

His face was now visible and only the top of his head had some bandage wrapped around it. His concentrated gaze shifts to you, giving you a rather questioning look.

"Hey...Your...Oh, Simon..." you sigh, putting your bags down onto a chair and walking close to him to take in all of his face. He had bruises all over, and his top lip needed stitching.

"Bloody splinters..." he says gruffly, "From the explosion..." his attention went back to the yoghurt on his lap he's been trying to open for a few minutes now. You watch his wounded hands trying to get ahold of the lid, but for some reason he just couldn't pull it open. You decide to intervene, opening it with ease.

"Yeah that's right...With claws like yours, of course you can open it..." he grumbles, looking around for the spoon now.

"Oh, you're welcome y'know..." you remark ironically.

"Sorry, I meant to say thank you..." he looked at you with an innocent look in his eyes until they focused on your hands and the set of nails on them, they were really grown out by now.

"They're long." Ghost says dryly.

"Yeah...I need to make a new appointment but...Kind of...Other worries on my head right now..." you look at him with a serious look on your face. He nods and grunts out a faint "Fair enough", before offering you the yoghurt.

"You don't like it?" you say, taking it and trying it yourself. It's a plain one, super boring. No flavour to it, no sugar.

"Meh," he just breathes out, leaning back onto his pillow and closing his eyes. You let the sourness of the yoghurt swivel along your tongue, focusing on Simons stitched up lip. It's gonna leave a scar. Another one. You tried to read his expression, it was as stoic as always. But something was different too, you just couldn't name it.

"How is your uhm...Leg?" you say, putting the yoghurt aside. His eyes open slowly and look up towards the bright ceiling before lowering to his body as he moves the blanket aside, letting you see his wrapped up thighs. You couldn't make out much, since it's all covered. Only a few bits of skin that you can see and those were coloured either in a deep shade of red or in hues of purple. That's already enough for you to see. He carefully pulls the blanket back up again and looks over to the yoghurt, eyeing you right after.

"You...Want it?" you ask, handing it out to him. He sighs and takes it, eating some but looking real annoyed while doing so.

"I brought you something better..." you offer softly, getting your bag and putting all the stuff on the table beside him.

You got him some chocolate bars, a sandwich from the bakery around your place & edamame, since he liked them so much. Ghost immediately puts down the yoghurt and grabs the box containing the green beans, putting it on his lap and opening it swiftly.

"Angel on earth..." that raspy voice of his breathes out, snacking one right away. He looked cute like that. You checked his arms, at least he gained some of his colour back and didn't look as frail as yesterday anymore. But still, you saw stitches wherever you looked. The pain this man must have endured in his life. And he's still here.