I Need a Doctor (Dr. Smiley x Reader) 1

A/n: Yeah, sorry for any misspellings. No editing here. (Again...) I'm too lazy to wait for my beta to go over everything and she has lots of homework so I'm just going to submit MOST of my stories raw for a while until homework chills out with her. Until then, you should expect grammatical errors for example: "you" instead of "your", or any other usual typos. Other than that, enjoy. I own nothing but the story itself.

You slowly cut open the center of your patients stomach, you smiled as blood seeped through the cut and you looked to see their reaction. The duct tape tightly wrapped upon their mouth held their screams and you continued your work.

Blood spilled everywhere, your blue gloves soaked in the thick liquid. Your scalpel dug through flesh, and your patient’s eyes rolled to the back of their head as their organs were exposed to the air. 

You played with the stomach area before cutting through the lungs and inspecting the inner layer. Obvious smoker. The tar-like substance was almost glued to the bottom of the lung. You cringed in disgust. Not at how gross human insides were, but that they smoked. You hated smokers. Horrible people, they were. Well, from what you knew.

Continuing your work, you sliced the torso open to reveal the still beating human heart, struggling to pump blood in the veins. You smirked, and took the knife. Gently, you punctured the major organ and blood rapidly cascaded out. 

You carved out the heart and grabbed a jar of water. You placed the heart into the jar, closing the lid and smiling in pride. 

You pulled the doctor’s mask off of your mouth and tossed the gloves. “Now, to expose of the remains.” you looked at the lifeless body laying on the cold metal table, blood pooling around the corpse and dripping on the floor. 

Later, but now, you had to show off your “successful” surgery to your mentor, Dr. Smiley. You sighed. Constantly, you begged for him to give you your name, but he always said the time would come on it’s own. For now, you are __ __. A twenty-one year old girl working with her close ally whom she met through… Classified, work. 

Across the room, working on his own project, you placed the floating heart unto his desk and crossed your arms. There were small blood stains on your plaid shirt you were, which was no problem. All the more to remind yourself of your success as of today. Dr. Smiley looked up at the jar which held the organ and you sensed proudness radiating off of the doctor. “Well done.” he stood up, complimenting your work. “But, did I not mention to cut into the heart?”

You frowned and blushed, fiddiling your thumbs. “I’m sorry… I was just curious!” you explained, hoping this time he’d let you off the hook.

Dr. Smiley chuckled darkly, picking up the jar and intensely observing the small slit in the element. “Curiosity is what got the cat, __.” his laughter was subsided, and substituted with a low growl. You flinched as glass smashed onto the cold concrete floor, the organ splatting to the floor with a harsh thud. Dr. Smiley stepped over the mess, and with no hesitation grabbed you by the throat and pinned you upon the wall, toes only scraping the surface of the floor. “Have you decided to entirely forget your contract, __?” he made it sound more of a statement than a question. You gulped and stared him in fear, his red eyes darkening to deep ruby crimson. “You agreed to listening and obeying me, and yet all I receive is the same childish mistakes you beg you’ll correct. But you never do, __. Isn’t that right?” he glared into your eyes, expecting a straightforward answer.

Quietly, you shook your head and felt the bottoms of your feet touch the floor, and you felt a bit assured he might not cause any damage to you like he had before. “N-no…” you coughed, his hands on your throat tightening.

“I expect more responsibility in your work, __. I say this as your mentor, not as your friend. If you make one final accident during the surgery process, you’ll be my next patient. Am I clear?” he made it obvious that he wouldn’t let you go until you agreed. You nodded your head and felt him retreat his hands and sigh, adjusting the black tie he always wore with his red stained white shirt. “Now, clean this mess up and dispose of the body.” he ordered, walking the opposite direction of his desk and up the narrow wooden and creaky stairs. 

You watched him leave, and felt a tear slide down your rosy pink cheek. This was all your fault. 

You kneeled before the glass shards and cautiously collected them in your hand. You threw out the glass pieces and got a towel, soaking up all of the bloody water and properly getting rid of the failure of a success. 

-- Three day time lapse --

You sat on the cold table, staring at your tray of dull tools. You were anxious about today. Today was your last chance in proving to Dr. Smiley your decency. 

But the lab was rather quiet this morning. You checked his office, and he hadn’t been in his chair like he usually was. You pondered on thoughts, and walked inside. You weren’t allowed upstairs into his office room, but you guessed since this was out of concern for him, that’d there would be an exception. “Umm… Dr. Smiley?” you walked in, noticing a yellow note stuck onto his desk. 

You picked it up, and read the note. ’__, I have left to a certain location that will remain anonymous. Despite that, I’ve left a task file aside of this note for you to accomplish. I will return in a limit of three days, in the meanwhile I expect you to be responsible with your work and complete this task before I arrive back to the laboratory. Until then, I will be on… Vacation, I suppose you could put it like that. Your mentor, Dr. Smiley.’. The note ended with a small smiley face and you noticed he made it clear the key word here was “responsible”. Was he implying you were an irresponsible child? Well, here is the chance in proving him wrong.