chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

4 - Sleep

Y/n POV

"you fucking piece of SHIT."

a wrench previously held by my own hand hit the wall and clattered onto the polished floor with a near deafening clang as i stood the other side of the room, head in hands. i glared spitefully at the spyware in front of me. i'd made this machine with my own two hands, but somehow couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. the pinnacle of genius, i know.

"is this... a bad time?"

i spun around, instantly straightening my posture as JR's nervous face came into view. "ah- no, no it's all good." i flashed a light grin. "what can i help ya with, sir?"

my boss walked over, curious eyes wandering over my lab in both cluelessness and interest. "nothing really. i uh- i just came to... check up. see how things were going..." he trailed off, shifty eyes flicking between the door and me. my eyes narrowed, feet moving me closer to the door. "is that so?"

he nodded, clearing his throat nervously. "so, Y/n... do you think maybe you should take a bit of a break soon or- wait, Y/n, i'm talking to you-"

his words stumbled incoherently as i walked to the door, JR's footsteps following quickly behind me though all too late. my eyes were confronted with the guilty faces of my peers. "are you kidding?" i groaned, walking over to my chair and relaxing back into it as i knuckled sore eyes. "you really sent our boss in here for this?"

as the group trailed sheepishly in, Gigi cleared her throat. "Y/n, hun... ahem- how longs it been since you slept last...?"

my shoulders rose and dropped in a disinterested shrug. "how am i supposed to know?"

"oh gosh..." Gigi laughed nervously, eyes flickering to exchange frantic looks with Brett.

the redhead instantly flashed me one of his prize winning smiles and stepped forward, hand clamped on my shoulder as he leaned down to meet my gaze. "hey, Y/n! y'know what's super fun? cosy PJ's and warm blankets! c'mon, what what d'ya think?" his cheery laughter trailed off as i stared blankly in return. "y'know what's even more fun? figuring out how to fix my stupid fucking squid." i muttered, returning to stand on my feet and making my way back over to the workbench where the destroyed squid sat.

"Y/n-" Reagan began, though was soon cut off by my own tetchy tone.

"no, LISTEN. i said i'm fine, i just need like, a coffee or an energy drink or something, and i'm good to go!" i offered a smile to the small group, though received nothing but worried glances in return. a sigh escaped my lips. "now get out please."

Andre sighed lightly. "Y/n... we tried to help, but you're obviously not gonna listen," the man stepped forward, eyes locked onto my own. "so i'm really sorry about this." he flashed a small apologetic grin before pressing something cold to my neck.

and then it all went black.
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third person pov

JR sighed, fingers boredly massaging his temples as Brett lifted the now unconscious woman into his arms. "we should really start like... taking care of employees... oh well." he hummed, throwing a set of less than enthusiastic finger guns to the group. "just don't let HR hear about this, and i'll see you guys later!" he grinned and quickly made his escape, earning an annoyed roll of the eyes from Gigi.

"okay, so... what now?" she asked, looking between the others. a chorus of clueless shrugs met her in response. "wow... great, so she's just unconscious for no reason."

Reagan hand moved to massage her temples. "at least she's asleep...? listen, there's a room just to the side over there with a couch and clothes and shit, that's probably a good place to let her rest. Brett, will you-"