Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

51. Patience

A week passed like that. You’d visit Ghost whenever you had the time, making sure to always bring him a small box of edamame since he loved them so much. You got a big package of frozen ones from your local store and steamed them at home before bringing them over to the hospital, it has turned into a nice little ritual for you.

“It’s good protein isn’t it?” he chews, looking more fit by now. You nodded as you sat on bed with him and ate some too. It was actually really uncomfortable to sit there with him since you tried not to touch him, his legs were still in very bad condition and though he told you that it’s fine, you knew that you should still be careful.

You both sat there, nibbling on beans.
You guys haven’t kissed once since he’s been back. The only close contact you had actually was the occasional hand holding & squeezing. He seemed too delicate to touch. And he did not make any official moves to touch you in different ways either. So you just enjoyed each others company (and the snacks you’d bring him.)

His teammates would also often come around to visit, sometimes at the same times as you. You really liked them, the special bond they all shared very visible. Especially between Ghost & Soap. Soap was always looking for Simons validation, which he got, but in Ghost’s own, sarcastic way. It was kind of comforting seeing that he keeps a certain distance with everyone, even though it’s pretty obvious that those people mean a lot to him. He only called them teammates, but telling from the way Soap would bump Ghosts shoulder, Gaz excitedly telling him stories & the way Price smiled at him. It was much more than just teammates. But of course Ghost would brush it all off and act like it’s just that. Definitely no friendship.

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“…and there he is: Ghost Rider!” The Scot shouts as a nurse enters the waiting room with Ghost in a wheelchair. He’s wearing a black longsleeve, grey loose sweatpants & of course, a balaclava.

“Shut up Soap, fuckin’ hell” he grunted, looking defeated as he’s being rolled inside.

You could see the bandages around his thighs under the sweatpants, leaving bulks everywhere.

“Not gonna lie, that was a real good one.” Gaz laughed at Soaps joke, even Price was smiling. Hell, even you had to giggle.

“Yeah, that’ll do. Thank you.” He mutters to the nurse, taking the wheels himself now and testing how to move in that thing. You all gave him some space and he rolled his eyes, pushing the wheels easily and then turning around to face you four again.

“Aye he’s gonna be back on field in no time!” Gaz calls out, collecting a shoulder bump from Soap and both giggling like kids. Simon was ignoring them and checked his wheels.

“Enough.” Price cuts out sternly, walking over to Ghost with the nurse. She explained to Ghost how long he should get by using the wheelchair & got a big bag out, explaining him the medicine he’ll have to use for the next few weeks and how to treat the bandages. You could only make out bits, since the two grown babies next to you were constantly mumbling about something, stopping as you gave them a glare.

“You’re gonna be his personal nurse then, yeah?” Gaz asks you, smirk on his face.

“I guess so…” you say, more excited than you wanted it to sound.

“L.T.’s gonna be back on his feet straight away with a pretty nurse by his side like you!”  Soap says, your cheeks flushing at that sentence.

“Thank you, Soap. I’ll try to take good care of him.” You smile as you watched Ghost take the medicine bag and nods at whatever the nurse is telling him.