Injustice (Nicolas Brown x Reader)

1/You again?

It was morning, like any other. You were sitting at sales counter in your shop. In front of you were individual parts of revolver, which you were cleaning. People can find everything here, from guns to detergents. It wasn't so bad for living here. Stores in Ergastulum weren't competing after all.

The sun was shining through windows and brighted the goods inside. And with the sunshine, the shop entered a pair of men. You looked at them with a warm smile, which had frozen on your lips. Just one of them was standing and he was supporting the other with exertion.

''What have you two been doing?'' you exclaimed loudly, put down the parts and hurried to help Worick with Nicolas.

''That's really good question, (Y/n),'' he laughed and with your help, you were able to took Nicolas into the back room, which you were using as operating room. You laid him down on the table. ''Here. Held it down to his injury,'' you ordered and gave him a piece of bandage. You went to wash hands to the corner of the room, where a washing stand was. In the meantime, Worick was trying to explain the situation: ''Actually, it's not our fault.'' You mockingly snorted. He made a hurt face. ''It's true! We were minding our own business, when some rank A/0 ran on us. Well, on Nicolas and....at least Nick won.'' You dried your hands and came to him. ''Yes and he took a lot of damage. Hurrah!'' you exclaimed and looked at him with sarcasm in your eyes. ''Take of his shirt.'' Worick did what he was told and you prepared your tools. Both of you were standing on the opposite sides of the table. Nicolas has been in unconscious, but now he slowly opened his eyes. You gave him an encouraging smile and injected sedative into his vein. He fell asleep again, but he was still bleeding.

''OK. Start talking, I don't have a rentgen,'' you sighted. Just a little longer, Nicolas! Just a little bit longer!

Worick nodded. ''One heavy injury in the area of stomach...'' ''Wow. No shit! Who is the doctor here?'' you interrupted him with a grin. ''...and four normal bullets,'' he ended. You nodded.

You checked, if any organs have been damaged, but you exhaled with relief. It took you just a few minutes to take out the bullets and stitch up the wounds. Worick has been watching you and trying to not hinder. ''If you bring me blood type B from the fridge, he will live for another 20 years, assuming that he won't be doing anything stupid again. If not, I'm giving him 20 minutes.''

Worick smiled with gratitude in his eyes. ''Thank you. I....honestly, I don't know, what would we do without you,'' he said and brought the blood. You injected it into Nicolas' wrist and placed it on a handle. ''You would die, or go to Dr. Theo,'' you laughed.

He smiled too. ''How long have we known each other?'' he asked and sat down on a chair next to the bed.

You paused the cleaning for a while and thought. ''For 2 years?'' you answered and continued.

Worick took a cigarette and he wanted to light it. ''If you want to smoke, go outside,'' you frowned.

He smiled apologetically. ''Sorry, sorry. I just love angry women.,'' he gave a loud laugh.

You waved your hand. ''You are impossible,'' you laughed with him.

Worick stood up. ''I still must go somewhere. I know he's in good hands. I would love to feel your touch too.''

''That's no problem. I'm always carring a scalpel.'' you replied and showed it to him. ''Maybe later.'' Worick laughed a little bit nervously and left the shop in a hurry.

You were alone with half-naked Nicolas. You were looking on his well-toned muscles. Inside your head were thousands of thoughts. Should I be thinking about this? I'm still a virgin after all...

You shook your head and covered him with a blanket. You sat down next to him and though. You have met them like this in the past. Nicolas has been wounded several times and he didn't look like he wanted to change it. He was a true friend to you. Of course, there was Worick, too. But Nicolas was special in many ways. Despite him being a weirdo, he was attractive, kind and... You shook your head again and smiled.

(I'm really sorry for interrupting, but please, comment, because I really don't know, if you like it or not. I can't read your mind :D And if you liked it so much, that you found the energy to click on the Vote button, please do it :D I will be happy, Worick will be happy and Nicolas won't die in the next chapter. I'm not threating you, just, you know... bad things happen :D)

(And I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes, I'm not a native English speaker. It would be beneficial for both of us, if you tell me you found any mistake. Thank you for your understanding :))