Prompt: Hey! Could you do one where reader is a healer and she cleans his wounds and they end up kissing?
Okay, I really love cliche stuff like this, it's so much fun to write. Thanks for the submission!
I and the other healers on duty tonight wait anxiously in the hospital wing of MCUSA. The Aurors got a tip off a few days ago about where some of Grindelwald's followers are going to gather and when. The raid is tonight and we have to be ready for any of ours to come back in need of medical help.
None of us speak as we go about our usual chores and check on the few patients that are already checked into the ward. One of them pats my trembling hand as I refill his water glass.
"They'll be alright." He tells me and I offer him a forced smile in return before going to the back office to collect my thoughts.
Although I'm obviously worried about all of them I can't help but feel especially worried about Percival Graves. He's the head of the Magical Law Enforcement and I know that he would do anything to protect his Aurors in the field. He seems to have a knack for escaping tricky situations with his life but it's only a matter of time before he slips up, and tonight is a big deal as far as stopping Grindelwald goes.
Perhaps I would feel better about it if my interest in him were purely professional, but I can't say honestly that it is. His charming attitude and put together appearance had claimed many women but he never seemed interested in any of them. Married to his job. The couple of times he had been in here after smaller raids for minor concussions or narrowly missing being hit by a nasty jinx had given me opportunities to know him a bit better and I don't know what I'll do if they bring him back here unresponsive or even worse, don't bring him back at all.
I shake away the unpleasant thought and come out of the office as Aurors begin popping back one by one. We had the apparating blocker removed from this room for tonight for exactly this purpose. Aurors, no matter what their condition whether it be unscratched or barely standing are ushered to their own cots to be checked out. In a few minutes, everyone with minor or no injuries would be released and everyone else would be kept. I wonder nervously which group Mr. Graves will be in.
I see him appear across the room and my heart nearly stops when I see that he's leaning heavily on another, seemingly unharmed, Auror. I rush over and quickly guide him to a bed, thanking the person who brought him in. Graves sat on the mattress, very obviously downplaying his pain, but he's holding his arm awkwardly and is sitting stiffly, and I can see there's blood blooming through his shirt.
"What did you do this time, Graves?" I sigh and set to work in buttoning his vest and his shirt. While this is hardly my first time seeing him without a shirt on (he usually manages to stay out of the way, but when he gets hurt he generally tries to block the blow with his torso. Lord knows where he picked that up) I still find it difficult to remain professional when I see him. Soon enough though my eyes are drawn to the large scrape across his belly and the much deeper cut across his forearm near his elbow.
A new healer comes over and manages to mend the skin on his arm but only barely. By the time I've finished cleaning out bits of rock and pavement from the bleeding section on his abdomen most everyone else has been taken care of and are resting. I check over his arm to make sure that it will hold up.
"You'll want to be careful with this." I sigh and push on his chest gently to get him to lay back. "Try not to stretch too much or it could re-open, the skin there still seems delicate.
"Thank you, Y/N." He mumbles and he sounds exhausted. "We almost had them, but they had backup and we didn't..." I shush him gently.
"There's nothing you could have done, Graves. I know you well enough to know that you tried everything you could to win, and if you're here it means that it wouldn't have been enough anyway." He shakes his head and stares at the ceiling.
