COD Oneshots (xReader)

141(ish) - Hated [pt2]

I had a strange feeling that maybe a part 2 was wanted? I didn't really write this to have a second part because I kind of killed Y/n but we're performing miracles in this one I guess.

This is a mess and I'm terrible at part twos so prepare yourself. I'll correct mistakes later I'm tired

I woke up to an irritating beeping sound, giving me a headache harsher than the one I already had. I opened my eyes ready to turn the most annoying alarm off, only to realise it wasn't an alarm. It was my heartbeat. I was in a hospital bed. My eyes widened, the beeping started to get faster. I moved to sit up, only to wince at the pain of my stomach. It wasn't a dream? and I'm not dead? How the hell am I not dead? I ignored the pain of my wound, sitting up and pulling out all the things attached to me, heart monitor going flat. I moved off the bed and stood up, quickly realising I was in a hospital gown. Where are my clothes?

Before I could even take a step forward the door opened and revealed a panicked soldier in a skull mask, two others behind him. He rushed towards me, pushing me onto the bed so I was sat down instead of stood up. I stared, confused.
"What the fuck is going on?" I spoke swiftly, my voice cracking slightly. My throat hurt, the taste of blood still lingering.
"Where the fuck were you trying to go?" Gaz mimicked me slightly as he stood by the door. Soap was next to him, talking to a nurse that was just outside. She quickly shoved past him once she'd finally been able to see around the soldier. She came to me and pulled me backwards to lie down before she started putting everything back on and in me, needles making me shudder. It was all in a swift movement and barely gave me the time to complain.
"Never take out the tubes yourself, you hear me?" She spoke almost scoldingly. I slowly nodded, hating the feeling of them. "Alright, I need to get a doctor. Stay right there." She glared for a moment before walking out.

I moved my hand to take everything off again only for someone to grab my hand. Ghosts gloved hand was much larger than mine, much stronger. No chance of escape.
"Do you remember why you're here?" Soap spoke up, leaning against my bed slightly.
"Yeah, I got shot. I'm stupid I know-"
"You saved us, just because you're not bleeding out anymore doesn't mean we're back to treating you like shit," Gaz sighed. The room was silent for a moment. Awkward.
"I should be dead. I felt myself going cold," I tried to find an explanation. Did they have Jesus at the exfil? I moved my hand over my stomach at a sharp pain. One of the tubes definitely held pain relief - but it wasn't strong enough.
"You were dead for maybe 10 seconds, but we managed to get your heart going again and the exfil had a medic. We managed to save you," Ghost spoke, moving my hand to my side and letting go. Was that medic Jesus?
"But that doesn't mean you can just get up and detach all the stuff that's keeping you alive. You're no where near healed enough for that," Gaz raised his eyebrows at me. Stupid move, I know, but I hate hospitals and have never been that confused before.
"Didn't you threaten to kill me anyways? Why didn't you all just leave me be?" I groaned, my head still throbbing. They should've just left me, after everything that's happened what good thing could ever happen to me now?
"You didn't deserve that," Soap bent down to my level, trying to hold eye contact with me, "you didn't deserve what any of us said to you either. We know you suffered, but we were too caught up in our grief that we took all our anger out on you. It wasn't right, and it wasn't right that we only noticed when you put your life on the line for us," his blue eyes stilled, his expression serious. Did they not stop to think that maybe I didn't want to be saved?