chemical reaction | dr andre lee x reader

21 - cyber chick

y/n pov

it took 3 fingers, my right foot and ripped a jagged wound in my side.

i remember more than you'd think, though it's quite blurry. and the pain; initially seared through me with the sharpness of a thousand knives, though just as quickly faded into a dull hotness that spread as my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, unwillingly falling into the most inviting slumber despite my strengths to stay awake.

i remember as well the commotion aboard the boat, the hustle and bustle of people around me, the panic stricken screams, the arms shaking me and the voice cracking as it asked me so gently, so quietly to stay awake, don't close your eyes, just listen to my voice. and i tried, i tried so so hard to keep my eyes open for them, to not surrender and succumb to the darkness blurring my around the side of my hazy vision.

i knew i had to stay awake, i knew what may happen if i didn't, but the darkness was so comfortable, so inviting and warm that i couldn't help but yield to its powerful presence, and as it embraced me i know that i really didn't care. i didn't care as long as i could sleep, as long as i could rest easy and not have to endure the consequences.

but alas, here i am. enduring the godforsaken consequences to my actions. but all i could seem to care about when i woke up, was not my missing finger, not the ugly stump at the end of my leg, not the stitches that crawled their way up my side, but whether our samples had survived.

and rosemary, poor poor rosemary. i missed her funeral, the beautiful funeral they'd held with nothing but an achingly empty coffin, vacant of her enchanting and heroic presence. that woman, no matter how unwilling, had given her life for science. i regret with my whole being not being able to make the burial.

i woke in hospital three days after the incident, disoriented and, quite honestly, pissed. wires and tubes hung out of just about every inch of my skin, needles pricking into veins to either extract or inject fluids in, much to my dismay.

i looked up, and was instantly shocked by the sight in front of me; he was half asleep, hanging off of a chair and slowly dropping as his eyes drifted closed, head nodding. i rose from my lowered position on the hospital bed to sit, sharply inhaling as a sharp pain shot through my side. the man in the chairs head shot up quickly, a bit too fast i noticed as his head smacked off the wall. a loud curse left his mouth before his eyes met my own, wide with amazement.

he quickly rushed over to my side, hand going to my own but halting quickly and instead falling to his side. "y/n holy shit.. how are you- ..are you feeling okay?" i shrugged lightly. "i'll answer that when i've been awake longer than a few seconds." i replied hoarsely, clearing my throat. "any water?"

andre smiled lightly, handing me a plastic cup of somewhat lukewarm water from the bedside table which i quickly gulped down. only afterwards did i gasp, empty cup dropping as i raised my right arm up, staring at the almost foreign object before my face. i moved my thumb and forefinger gingerly, empty space next to them causing me to almost laugh in incredulous horrified shock, head shaking. "andre you.. you- can you..? oh my fucking god.."

he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, gently passing his thumb over and back. "..i.. i know it's a shock-"

"no fucking shit, are you fucking kidding me?" i laughed incredulously, whole body trembling as i intook another shaking breath. "what else?"

andre shifted uncomfortably on his seat, avoiding my eyes as he stammered in a quiet and awkward mumble. i grabbed his arm with my good hand, eyes filling with quiet desperation as he met my gaze, awkwardness around him fading to melancholy heartache. "andre.."

the door opened quickly, man with a clipboard stepping from behind it with a gentle smile caressing his face as he looked upon me. i glared back, continuing to clutch andres arm tight in my good hand. "so miss l/n-"