Shaun Murphy X Reader

Chapter 2

Shaun waited in line at the bank, anxious. It was already 11:53, and he couldn't be late to work again. "Attention, ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery." A woman with a scream mask walked forward, an AK-47 in her hands. Two men in Michael Myers masks stood behind her with pistols.

Shaun froze as the woman said, "Everyone, get down on your knees and put your hands up." Shaun dug for his phone, he couldn't be late with no explanation. "You, hands up and on your knees." He froze and started shaking slightly. The woman traded guns with her right hand man, and she aimed at Shaun's heart.

"Bitch, I hope the fuck you do!" The woman turned quickly to the speaker; it was [y/n]. "Listen to me. If you leave right now, you won't go to prison. If you don't, the police are going to come in here and haul you away in chains. You're looking at attempted armed robbery, up to 9 years in prison. If you leave now without taking anything or injuring anyone, it'll look a lot better for you; charges might not even be pressed. Think for a second."

There was a moment of silence before the woman lunged forward and grabbed the necklace from [y/n]'s neck and ripped it off. [Y/n] scratched across the woman's neck, drawing blood. She grabbed the woman's arms, but the woman shot [y/n]'s shoulder. [Y/n] stumbled back and fell. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she hit the ground. The woman bolted, her goons stumbling behind.

Shaun got tunnel vision as sirens whirred a few blocks away. He dropped by her side. "[y/n], you are not smart."

"Screw you, Murphy," she muttered.

"It's true. I need to see your wound." He pulled her leather jacket away from her shoulder. "I'll need to rip your shirt."

She sighed. "Okay."

"Do you have anything sharp?" he asked, trying to find a weak part in the shirt.

"Pocket knife, my left pocket." He hesitated for half a second before reaching into her pocket, his hand touching her thigh through the fabric. He cringed internally as he pulled out the pocket knife. He flipped open the blade and cut a slit in her shirt.

He ripped it until it exposed the wound. "It's not that bad on the surface. You might not need surgery," he reported as he took off his jacket. He put it over her wound and pressed down on it. The police were right out front; blue and red flicked across the walls.

"Are you a doctor?" a woman in a blazer and skirt asked.

"Surgeon," he answered, annoyed by the distraction.

"Shaun, call Aaron for me."

"That can wait."

"I can't get fired."

"He won't fire you. He is very patient."

"The company I work for isn't. They don't care what happened, failure to find a replacement or show will result in immediate dismissal. It's in my contract."

"We'll figure it out later."

"Shaun..." Her eyes closed and head fell.

"[y/n], you've gotta stay awake."

"Okay." Paramedics rushed in with a gurney.

"She was shot in her shoulder, right above the joint. Minimal bleeding. Normal heart rate and respiration. She's having trouble staying conscious."

"Who are you?"

"Surgical resident at St. Bonaventure Hospital."

"That's where we're taking her. Lift on three. One, two, three." They lifted her onto the gurney.

"Shaun," she murmured, her voice hardly audible. She reached her fingers out to him, desperation and fear in her eyes.

"Do you want me to come?" She nodded, her face taunt.

"That'd be great," one the paramedics answered.

In the ambulance, the paramedic prepped an IV. "Shaun, can you call Aaron?"

"Yes."

"This'll just be a little poke."

"Shaun, hand." He held out his hand, and she took it in hers. She nodded, and the EMT put in the IV. She loosened her grip but didn't let go. Her eyes closed as Shaun looked at her strangely. He wasn't sure why exactly, but he didn't let go.

"Is she your girlfriend?" the EMT asked.

"No. I met her a few days ago. She's my boss's nurse."

"So you hardly know her."

"Yes."

"She seems a bit attached to you for that."

"What?"

The EMT just looked away, possibly laughing. Weird.

Once they arrived at the hospital, Aaron met them at the entrance. He took Shaun to his office and talked to him. Finally, Shaun calmed down enough for Aaron to explain that he couldn't operate on [y/n] because it wasn't time for his shift yet and he couldn't have overtime. Shaun didn't like it but finally accepted it; that didn't mean he calmed down though. Aaron finally decided that Shaun shouldn't work for a few more hours and told him to go relax.