Spark in his eyes || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

4 Recovering

"you are such stupid, ungrateful child! Everyone is looking at you do you want me to hit you in front of them! They will see how horrible child you are!" after I refuse to follow her instructions, she slaps me and I finally get myself to wake up.

I lean my head forward with sharp inhale and let it fall back on my pillow with heavy exhale. I feel a single tear roll down my cheek as I begin to hyperventilate. I hate her so much. Words can't explain how glad I am that I got away from her.

I tried to calm down my breathing while repeating to myself that it was just a dream. Even though it was a memory turned to dream which could explain why I feel like she actually slapped me.

I calm down and look at the clock. Almost six am. I get up from bed and change my clothes into loose shorts and shirt. I hear a knock and went to open doors. I look forward looking at someones chest, well build one at that, I look up to face them.

"ready for check up?" Ghost asks, meeting my eyes.

"yes, sirr" I answer mockingly. I walk outside my room and lock it.

I look at him to see his reaction but he is already looking at me. I don't know if I oversteped based off of his lack of reaction, immediately regretting what I did.

"sorry for my remark" i apologise.

"don't, you didn't do anything bad"

We walk down the hall to stairs. I begin to slowly walk down them. I feel his burning gaze yet again on me.

"I'm picking you up again," he stated.

"Ghost I can walk" he ignored it and picked me up once again. I feel empty and so light after my flashback, maybe it was a good thing he carried me. But on other hand I have walked up and down these stairs plenty of time yet everytime he's with me, he won't let me. Not in my current state at that.

Ghost offered himself to walk with me to hospital yesterday and I agreed. He also would stop by everyday to check up on me. My body was wrapped up in bandage thanks to scratches but I took it off yesterday, it was becoming loose either way but I put healing cream on my skin so I should be good.

He carried me all the way to doctors office and carefully set me down before knocking. Doctor opened doors and allowed us in.

"you're here for check up right" she asks. I seated down on a bed and Ghost kept standing by door.

"yes" I plainly answer. She asked for my name and birth and pulled up my file.

"alright so. You have injury on your ankle and scratches, is that correct?" I hum in agreement.

"let's check scratches first. Please take off your shirt"

I looked at Ghost who already stood facing away from me studying a poster about gunshot wounds. I took off my shirt and after a quick check on them I got to cover myself up again.

"now let's see the ankle" she commented and took of my bandage. It feels heavenly to have it off.

She warned me that she is going to apply some pressure. I only felt a little bit of pain when my ankle was really turned to side. I walked a little bit around room and I was told to start rehabilitation. I don't need professional help but if something feels weird I have to tell her. I bid her goodbye and we left. I, of course, used crutches despite the fact I could walk normally. If I learned something from my previous injuries it would be that you can feel how healed it is and based on that, your awareness of what you're capable of in that moment is almost solely depented on it which means I don't feel confident in walking around base without my crutches yet so they stay for now.