Red Vs Blue Reader Inserts [COMPLETE]

32. Empty (Doc)

Authors note: Fuck my ass. I started writing and I couldn't stop. Is it bad I actually cried while writing this? Jesus I get too emotionally attached when writing.

Words: //Too many// (1340 if you really want to know)

Characters: My hubby (Doc)

Genre: Angst-y and romantic

There wasn't much you wouldn't do for money.

Killing? Easy, the most common of your jobs. Sometimes you'd do it just for the sake of killing, sometimes for the sake of boredom.

Torture? Easier, the most fun of your jobs. Something about that just always seemed to brighten your day.

Some say you were evil and morally disturbed. You said it was natural. Thoughts that no-one dared to think, converted into actions that no-one dared to do.

He said...that it couldn't be helped. He said it wasn't your fault since you were forced to be like that.

DuFresne said that...about you.

You- your feelings for Dufresne were confusing.

At first it was sort of a one-way relationship. You'd get hurt, he'd patch you up. Simple and very professional.

Your relationship grew ever so slightly with your frequent visits.

It started off with a little small talk. He'd ask you a few questions, you'd occasionally answer. You kind of realised that your intimidation wore off oh him as you answered more questions.

Now you two were sort of close.

"I don't get why you listen to them." He let out as he bandaged your burnt hand. It was substantially darker than Its usual shade and skin was flaking.

"I don't get why you're bandaging my flaking hand. Shouldn't you be rubbing some ointment on it or something?"

A widen of his eye before he starts stammering for the ointment, and rubbing your hand.

"I'm so sorry but this is going to hurt a lot." A hiss of pain left you as the material burned your burn. "Sorry!"

"Don't apologise, hurting people is normal, isn't it?"

"No, not if I'm a pacifist."

"Oh wow, my doctor's a pacifist." You didn't notice DuFresne's blush as you indirectly claimed him as yours.

"I'm not a doctor, I'm a medic."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, a doctor cures people. A medic just makes them more comfortable...while they die."

"Wow...that's something else."

"Great, done!"

You looked down at your hand and the flimsy job he had done. He hadn't messed up the ointment part, he had messed up the bandaging part.

It looked like a four-year-old had done it.

You let out a small genuine smile.

"Heh, cute."

A smile that made his heart beat and flutter simultaneously. A smile that left him with the feeling of hope, hoping that you were calling him cute.

"Before...you didn't answer my question."

"Question?"

"Why do you ki-hurt people?"