Deadplate Vincent x reader

5

My eyes slowly peeled open and Rody hovered above me shaking me and yelling something. His voice was muffled and my ears were ringing. I could just barely make out my name. I was now on my back away from where i'd fallen but my arms and hands stung from where i'd crashed into the ceramic plates littering the ground. 'No getting out of this one' I thought. My senses were returning and I gained enough consciousness to be able to respond.

"I-I'm alright Rody"

I tried to stand myself , but failed so Rody grabbed my arm to help me stand. I was still wobbly so I held on to a nearby empty table. I then noticed something behind Rody's head. No someone. Someone I didn't want to see right now. Vincent Charbonneau stood behind him, arms crossed.

I'd really screwed myself over hadn't I? Second day on the job and I've already broken 2 sets of plates and caused a scene in the middle of his restaurant. Just as I was contemplating killing myself then and there to not have to live through this humiliation he spoke.

"Rody get back to work. I'll take care of this."

His voice was surprisingly calm. It had shifted from his usual cocky, annoyed tone. I was sure this was a bad thing. His anger so extreme he had to wait until we got in the back to yell and fire my ass.

"S-sir i'm so sorry it won't happen again. I'm so sorry"

before I could continue to say my last words he gently grabbed my shoulders supporting me and telling me to come with him to the back. I didn't speak as he sat me down at the table in the break room and told me to stay there for a second. He left the room and gave me a minute to reflect.

Was Vincent being nice to me? Surely he's going to explode the second he comes back. But then why was he so gentle? So careful so support me as we walked? He didn't yank me into the back like he had Rody yesterday. Was this a new side of him? I'd only spoke to him briefly before but his attitude had completely shifted from then.

The door slowly crept open and Vincent walked in holding a red first aid kit. I'd been so deep in thought I hadn't even noticed the blood dripping from the shards of ceramic imbedded in my arms and hands. Vincent gently grabbed one of my arms and used a pair of tweezers from the kit to remove the foreign objects from my wounds. I'd never looked at him this closely. His faced was to focused while he worked.

I was embarrassed. Embarrassed to have made a fool of myself. To have allowed my food and sleep situation to get this bad. To force my superior to clean up after my mistake. To have judged him preemptively. He worked so diligently his ice-cold fingers taking care to properly disinfect and wrap my fingers, hands and then forearms. Why was he so cold? He hadn't spoken a word throughout the process. Why hadn't he spoken? Though, neither had I. Seeing him take such care. Be so kind. It was almost attractive? No! What was I thinking even if it was just for a split second no employee should see their boss that way.

But the was his hair was tucked slightly behind his left ear. How his eyes slightly narrowed in focus. I could feel my face heating. Why was I acting this way? He was just being nice. Any boss would want their employees to be well taken care of.

He slowly finished wrapping my other arm and then placed the supplies he had used back into the medical kit and shut the lid. He turned to face me. I tried to suppress a blush.
"Want to explain what happened back there?"
He said calmly.

A/N:
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