ꀤꌗ ꓄ꃅꀤꌗ ꒒ꂦꃴꍟ? || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem OC

Liability

Ghost POV :

"She's not breathing....Ghost she isn't fuckin breathing help me!" Lucky cried out as she held Jamie close to her, the gargled sounds of the child the only sound echoing in my mind as she struggled for air.

Memories of Joseph, my nephew, taking his last breaths as he choked on his blood. And i couldn't do anything about it. 

"GHOST!" Lucky screamed, tears streaming down her panicked face and gathering under her chin before dripping slowly, snapping me back into reality.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Blood.

Death.

Loss.

No.

I scooped Jamie up in my arms, my body moving out of it's own accord as i moved one foot in front of the other. My intensely fast paced walk turning into a run, Lucky panting behind me as she struggled to keep up.

I will not let another child die because of me.

Not today.

Not ever again.

Her breathing becoming more ragged by the second, fewer breaths per second, her arm flailing around as she struggled against me. 

Lucky trailed behind me, pushing any door necessary as we ran through the base, and finally the med bay.

"Someone get me a fuckin medic!" i yelled urgently settling Jamie onto one of the beds.

Hearing no response, Lucky walked out of the little section, seeing a nurse walk by "Fucking get me a medic before i wreak motherfucking havoc on this base" she hissed "Hurry the fuck up, if anything happens to that girl i swear by god-" she yells after the nurse as she mumbled a reply.

Moments later a doctor appeared, a woman in her late forties. 

"Get me an oxygen tank!" she yelled out, several other nurses rushed in with medical equipment.

She assessed Jamie, grabbing an oxygen mask and placing it over her face.

"Prep Midazolam, 5 grams" she says, another nurse prepping the injection as she held her hand out.

We both watched as she sedated Jamie, her laboured breathing ceased as she eventually stopped jerking. Her once rigid body slowly easing itself into a better more relaxed state.

The rest was a blur, IV drips being placed into her body, sharp needles prodding and injecting themselves into her.

A heart monitor placed onto her chest, the steady rhythm of her heart the only thing sounding in our ears as nurses bustled in and out of the room.

A part of me wanted to embrace Lucky, the other wanted to curse her for bringing a liability into base.

This whole situation was effed up, and i hated every part of it with every fibre of my being.

I knew she was trouble.

Now look at her, proving it.

Fuck.

Lucky POV :

I will not give up today.

She will not die today.

"She's epileptic" the doctor told us.

Honestly, i didn't know why Ghost was still here, he sat in the corner of the room, taking up the only chair with his fat ass, head in his hands as he stared off into the distance.