Healing Passion - Doc x Reader [Rainbow six siege]

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/!\ that is his actual face /!\

"..(Y/n)!.." 

Eye's surrounding the scene, fixating on their fallen comrade. Without hesitation  Doc aided (Y/n), grasping onto her head and hips, precluding her from impacting the frozen balcony.  Blitz, wide eyed, darted to her side. "...Doc, what shall we do?"  ... "Carry on with the mission, m..make sure the hostage is safe. I'll take care of her." Blitz nodding, rappelled  up to the roof with Thatcher who was jarred at watching his good friend get fired down. "Thatcher you good? Want me to take the hostage?" Blitz offered, "Na mate, it's... it's good. I've got em', let's proceed."  Thatcher responded moving forward "Alright." Blitz spoke following after. 

Doc gently placed (Y/n)'s body down, positioning his self behind her and laying her head on his lap as he started applying pressure to the wound located near the ribs. "Come on, (Y/n)... I  can't lose you. Not now, not ever. I love you too much..." Groaning in vehement pain, she look's up, blurred vision obstructing her view due to blood loss. Straining a weak smile, mouthing an 'I love you' back. Shocked, Doc's eyes widen but soon soften and  smiles lightly underneath his balaclava. 

As (Y/n) continue's to bleed out heavily, her blood intertwining with the frigid snow, her lips blue, her face pale, her body slowly losing conscious.   Doc continues to use one hand to remain pressurising the wound as he uses his stim pistol to stabilise her temporarily... "I'm going to have to move you, It will be excruciatingly  painful..." (Y/n)'s breathing became laboured, causing visible worry in Doc's eye,  but he had no choice. Easing (Y/n)'s head off his lap and delicately lifts up her side,  fetching out a bandage from his uniform and tenaciously wrapping it around her body and location of the shot;  resulting in  immense pain searing throughout her body, along with a  muted cry begging for escape but with diminutive energy she couldn't. "I'm sorry..." Doc spoke, pushing himself off up from the ground. 

Bending down towards her face, Doc forced her arms over his shoulder soon followed by her body after.  Doc then places her in a certain position to where his shoulder is used to aid for more pressure  to area. Mournful whimpers emit from (Y/n) as she tries restraining aloud shriek  to prevent unsought attention to them both.  

With the LFP586 in hand, Doc proceeds to rappel up to the roof while observing for any enemies afar. "I'll get you sorted soon,  I promise." Doc spoke as he start's to sprint towards the other side of the chalet's roof, surveying the area; solely greeted by  motionless bodies that lay across the snow-capped terrain. Sighing with relief, Doc detect's the get-away helicopter then identifies a safe path towards. "Almost there..." with (Y/n) barely holding on she simply groans in response and watches as everything slowly fades out of  view,  "(Y/n)... Please, hang in there." anxiety lacing Doc's tone as he tries his best to rappel down the wall of the chalet hastily.

Once he rappels down the side of the chalet, he land's with a crunch beneath his boots due to the snow breaking under his weight. Looking upwards he unhinges the hook from the roof then continues sprinting towards the path he identified; being cautious, Doc held his firearm high. Trying to be light on his feet made it arduous for him due to the extra weight, but continued to trudge through the snow toward the helicopter. 

Moreover, without warning, the pair  became ambushed by a residual enemy. Doc, in an attempt to aim, proceeds to get shot within the shoulder, provoking debility to hold his firearm up. Holding (Y/n)'s scarcely conscious body tighter within his grasp, he groans in anguish but manages to fire downwards into the enemy's knee's; before having time to react, the enemy descends onto their knee's allowing Doc to aim straight for the head, in which he does. Watching as the body collapses to the floor, sighing tediously, Doc use's his stim pistol to stabilise himself.   "D..D..oc.." (Y/n) spoke feebly. "Y..your shoul..der..." ... "I'll be fine. You're my priority right now." 

Doc start's sprinting back off to the helicopter only to be met half way by Thatcher, "Thatcher, what are you doing back here?" Doc speaks agonisingly, "I heard commotion of gunfire, everything alright?" Thatcher ask's noticing the bloody clothing and hole on Doc's shoulder. "I'm fine, we just need to get (Y/n) on the helicopter and go."  "Here, I'll take her."   Thatcher declares as he very cautiously take's her onto his shoulder. "You sure your good mate? I  can see that hole in ya shoulder clear as day." Thatcher inquired as they began to rush back to the helicopter. "I..I'm fine. It's an easy wound." Doc responded as he followed after. 

Once reaching the helicopter Blitz glanced anxiously at both (Y/n) and Doc. "Hows she doing?" He queried, Doc simply look's up and shakes his head. "She's not much responsive and bleeding heavily." Blitz sighed as Thatcher placed (Y/n) inordinately onto the helicopter, "How're you, Doc?" Blitz questioned looking at the wound on his shoulder. "I'm fine. (Y/n) is more important." Blitz looked back at (Y/n) seeing her body quiescently "...It's surprising what little thing can ruin everything." 

Before getting on the helicopter Doc removes his protection and his upper uniform jacket, leaving him in a dark thick army jumper. Folding his jacket for (Y/n), he gently places it under her head for support and comfort.  Thatcher then helped Doc onto the aircraft, placing himself  down next to Blitz and the hostage. Doc places himself next to (Y/n), holding onto his shoulder as he looks down at her with content. Without warning, (Y/n) takes Doc's free hand into her's, smiling weakly at him, she mouthed a 'thank you' before being enveloped by darkness, losing all consciousness. 

~Hours passing~

Jolting up in immense pain, (Y/n) groaned, whilst grasping onto her side. Shortly after, letting the pain ease off, she surveys her surroundings noticing a sleeping Gustave  in a chair next to her, having a hold of her hand.  She observes the sling that hung around his neck, feeling guilty for what she made everyone go through. "I'm so sorry..." She utters under her breath, accidentally waking up Gustave. Yawning lightly, he smile's, allowing his eyes adjust. "(Y/n)... you have nothing to apologise for."  "O-oh..! I didn't meant to wake you."  she exclaimed, Gustave chuckles lightly in his drowsy french accent inducing a little blush dusting on her cheeks. "I needed to wake up anyway, I'm just glad you're awake." ... "Gustave...? Did..did you mean what you said, about loving me...?" 

Silence fell upon the two as Gustave tried mustering up the courage to answer. Staring down at her hand, he looks back up. "Of course I love you... I meant every word that I said. I  was just so afraid to confess... That you'd reject me." Smiling lightly, (Y/n) lean's down kissing his cheek gently, resulting in his cheeks flushing a bright red shade. "I'd never reject you... How's your shoulder doing though?" Gustave just shrugs, "It's.. It's a little sore, but not too bad. We're both out of service for a while due to these injuries." Sighing, (Y/n) just shrugs it off. "I guess... More time with each other?" she chirped. Gustave chuckled  before turning his focus to the door due to someone knocking. 

"Come in." As on queue, Mike and Elias wander in holding a bouquet of flowers with them. "(Y/n)! you're awake!" Elias exclaimed happily,  darting next to her "Here, these are for you." He enunciated, passing the flowers to her. Mike following behind as he shuts the door. "You alright, kid?" (Y/n) nod's with a beaming smile, happy to see all the one's closest to her here. "Glad, ya know... You're heavier than you look." Raising an eyebrow, (Y/n) simply responds, "Haha,  very funny old man."Mike simply smiles. "Well, we gotta get back to work. Interrogating the hostage and shit. Elias insisted in bringing the flowers to you first." Mike states, (Y/n) nod's, thanking them for the flowers, waving them out. "We'll catch ya later." 

(Y/n) places the flowers next to her, still smiling blissfully. "It's nice to see you smiling hours after being shot." Gustave mentioned, (Y/n) facilely smiles "Well... I have no reason to be sad! The person I love, loves me back. What's there to be sad about?"  Gustave smiles contently before leaning in and giving (Y/n)  a peck on the lips, embracing her delicately with his free arm. With little shock, she embraces back with an intensive blush. "...I.. I love you, (Y/n)..." 

"I love you too, Gustave." 

Ok, It's 4am and i genuinely lost all sanity writing this and i've confused myself from it. So soon, I'll go back through it again and correct anything if need be.

 Have a good day!