a wounded king & his angel || könig

iii - angel & her savior

author's note : lol angst

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My alarm clock blared loudly at 4:30 A.M. My body ached all over and I knew I definitely had some bruises from last night. I went to the bathroom to get ready but when I looked in the mirror I saw my neck was dotted multiple times with hickeys and bite marks. Gingerly, I touched them with my finger and hissed when it made contact. Only way to cover these up was a turtleneck under my work shirt. The heat would make this no easier especially since the only one I had was in black. Sighing heavily, I did what I could to cover them and left my room begrudgingly. I entered the Medbay and greet the other doctor. He debriefed me on everything and seemed okay until he peeked over my shoulder and grew nervous. Before I had time to question it, he nearly bolted out of the room giving me a quick goodbye.

I spun around to see what my colleague was so afraid of and there was the man himself. König.

Stay professional.

I forced myself to push all my emotions away and keep it all completely professional. A tight smile dawned my features as I mumbled a 'good morning' at him. I then gestured for him to sit on the bed and he obeyed with no hesitation. We sat in silence as I carefully cleaned and redressed the wound. It was healing quite quickly and should be nearly completely healed in less than a week. Once I finished I grabbed the clipboard and scribbled down some notes. I continued putting things away and filing but König stayed the whole time. After a good 15 minutes, I heard him stand as I was busying myself with organizing the cabinet. I felt his presence behind me. He simply stood there.

Waiting.

But I did not turn around. I did not move. An eternity passed between us, both frozen in place. Then a deep sigh broke the silence and all I heard was the shuffle of heavy boots. Soon the boot squeak faded into the distance and all the tension in my shoulders dropped.

I will not be used again. Especially by a fucking military guy. Did he capture my heart with his accent and cuteness? Sure, but it means nothing, and it will never happen again.

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Though I would have loved to wallow in self pity all day, the universe didn't let me. All day soldiers came in and out needing basic things. Honestly, I know a lot of them own their own medkits and they could have just grabbed it from there, but obviously seeing a member of the opposite sex and staring her down while she grabbed things for you is way more fun to these horndogs. I lightly flirted back with the soldiers, bringing them some false confidence. Plus, it let me fake my feelings, and I was quite good at it.

A little after noon, Ghost practically busted down the door while holding someone bridal style. "Ghost?" Was all he let me say before throwing the body down on a bed and dragging me over. His breath was ragged and all over the place as he tried to explain. "Soap. Shot. Shoulder." He punctuated each word with a pant obviously panicked.
I glanced hesitantly at the body on the bed and sure as hell, there laid a Soap with shallow breathing. As gently as possible Ghost rolled Soap over to show me the wound. Right in the middle of his scapula was a bullet hole, with a large bullet still stuck in it. He was bleeding profusely, soaking the white bedsheets with his blood. I immediately passed gauze over to Ghost and told him to apply pressure. "Where the hell are you going?" He hurriedly question applying harsh pressure to wound earning a hiss from Soap. "He needs anesthesia. I can't remove it without-" "There's no time!" The Manchester man practically screamed at me.

I hated to admit it but the Brit was right. Soap was basically a fountain of blood right now, so reluctantly I abandoned the thought of a painless procedure and moved back to the two. "Okay. Fine." I shoved Ghost out of the way and gingerly touched the wound and with a new gauze pad. Soap hissed through his teeth again. "Hurts. Bad." He said, barely audible. He was practically whimpering with each movement I made. "I'm sorry, John. I am." I whispered back carefully wiping the wound and inspecting it. The bullet wasn't lodged too far in but it was certainly far enough to hurt. I picked up the tweezers and gripped the bottom of the bullet. Soap yelled out in agony which had Ghost bolting over to his side and grabbing his hand. Peering over I could see Soap was gripping the other with all the strength he had, as if the other was a lifeline for him.