Rainbow Six Siege: Complications

Chapter 1: The Florence Nightingale Effect (Doc x Reader Smut)

You were barely conscious when you heard loud gun shots and noises coming from all around you. Smoke and debris blinded your sight and your ears were ringing. You were scared, but this wasn't the time to be scared, because men were falling all around you, evil men. One dropped on your left as blood oozed out of the side of his head, you could see his gaze turn still behind that white mask he wore.

These masked men were your abductors. Why did they take you? You hadn't a clue, however, you knew that they were constantly terrorizing you and hurting you, you couldn't care less about their demise. Still, the sight of blood and sound of flying bullets made you hope that it will all end soon.

A few armored men stormed into the room you were in with guns raised and fully covered faces. You feared, for a second, that these were another group of men seeking to take you elsewhere and continue your torture. Still overwhelmed by shock, you flinched as one of them came up to you and quickly lifted you up and carried you in his arms. You tried to scream, but the duct tape on your lips held you silent. Tears streamed down your face. No more, you thought to yourself, please, I can't take this anymore. The world turned dark before you as your body shut itself down so the pain and memories of abuse would go away.

When you came to again, you saw the man who carried you holding a needle over you, examining its contents. You gasp and hold your arms out in front of your face, shielding yourself however you could, even though you know the pain was inevitable.

"Relax, madam." He said in a soothing deep voice, "You are in shock, I'm here to help you."

Slowly you lift your hands away to take a good look at him. He was masked, and the only features you could see were his green eyes. There was a strange accent in his voice as he continued speaking, "I am Doc, medic of Rainbow. You're in safe hands now."

The past few days had rendered you fearful of all masked men, but you looked down at your body and realized that you had been bandaged and taken cared of, and that knowledge made you somewhat relieved.

"Those... terrorists," You spoke at last and Doc listened quietly. He emitted a peaceful presence, and it really helped. "Where are the others? Are they..."

Doc shook his head at you and said calmly, "I'm sorry, you are the only one we could save. The others were executed before the breach."

"Oh god." You covered your mouth with your hand as you felt tears flood your eyes. All of those who were there... the children.... They were dead. The thought weighed heavily on your mind as you fell silent.

"I'm very sorry." Doc said solemnly, "Please, you need to rest."

You wiped the tears away as you nodded, trying to cope with the hollow feeling in your chest, mourning for the lost. You lay back down again onto the bed as you feel his gloved hand take your arm and prepared you for an injection. It didn't even hurt when the needle pierced your skin, days of torture have rendered you numb to small pains.

Some time later, you didn't know how long, but you were fading in and out of consciousness. You hear a conversation between Doc and someone else.

"Is she okay?" The stranger asked.

"Yes. I patched her up and gave her some shots. Should help her recover from malnutrition. They did terrible things to her." Answered Doc.

"Those damn bastards." The other one spoke again, and for some reason his voice was beginning to sound familiar. You've heard it somewhere... a long time ago.

"Weißt du ihr? (Do you know her?)" Doc asked in a language you recognized as German.

There was a silence before the other man spoke again, "Yes, but I'd rather not discuss it right now. Also, you need to work on your pronunciation." You heard Doc chuckle at the remark.