Healing Passion - Doc x Reader [Rainbow six siege]

Anxiety.

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This may need a little context of Gustave's emotion/how he acts
So atm I he maybe very vague from time to time - he wont act arrogant; more stubborn if anything

(And sorry for this being late, college started and so I'm trying to get a decent schedule for updating! ☺)

*few hour time skips*

After converting into adequate apparel for the newly yet already eventful day. (Y/n) and Gustave begin the paperwork that Gustave had fetched for earlier.

"Goodness, I didn't realise how much work you actually did... I'm sorry." (Y/n) spoke, staring down at the work. "It's not a problem at all, (Y/n). I'd rather you recuperate instead of working." Gustave articulates. After a while, Gustave abruptly places his pen down and clutching onto his shoulder.

(Y/n), noticing the faint silhouette of Gustave shifting around from the corner of her eye, averts her gaze up to him. Her (e/c) orbs greeted by an afflicted expression.
"Gustave?" (Y/n) articulates alarmingly. In response, Gustave whirs evincing that he was listening.

"Are you alright?" She questions, placing her pen down; Her attention now firmly fixated on him. "Yes." Was all that he enunciated, as his index finger traced lightly over his shoulder. "Don't lie, Gustave. I can clearly see the pain written all over your face." (Y/n) addresses, standing up from the table and gesturing him to stand.
"(Y/n), please, I'll be fi-" ... "Nope, get up." Sighing lightly, Gustave stands up from the table, towering over (Y/n)'s small frame. (Sorry for any inconvenience if you are tall, please go with it)

"Are you able to take off your coat?" Gustave nods, proceeding to remove his lab coat. Revealing a white long sleeve shirt. "Really? You just had to make this harder, didn't you..." (Y/n) smiles, shaking her head before perceiving the faint shade of claret infixed on Gustave's shirt.

"Goodness... It's weeping." (Y/n) utters, trying to manage a better look. "...would... You mind taking your shirt off from the shoulder so I can get a better look?" Gustave raises a brow, soon followed by a nod. He utilizes his left hand and begins to unfasten his shirt buttons one by one with subtle ease. Sliding off his right sleeve, mildly revealing his broad chest and his shoulder.
"See, I told you it's not a big deal." Gustave articulates, trying to peer down at his shoulder.

"OK, for one, It's weeping. Two, the sutures are for some odd reason almost coming out." (Y/n) addresses, having sustained a faint blush due to the half exposure of Gustave. "It'll be fine, I'll either just need to tighten them or redo them." ... "Then at least let me do it." (Y/n) offers, Gustave shaking his head, begins to pull his sleeve back up. To which (Y/n) abruptly grips onto his sleeve, precluding him from pulling his sleeve any further up. "(Y/n)..." Gustave utters softly, yet mournfully.
"It'll put you at ease from the pain."

Gustave respires deeply, gazing attentively into (Y/n)'s docile orbs. "You're very stubborn, mon chère..." Gustave remarks. "Yes, I know." (Y/n) smirks "So will you allow me?" Nodding in response, Gustave eases his grip on the sleeve. "Thank you... I'll just need to go retrieve my kit from my office then."
"I can come with you, it'll be better for you. Instead of going back and forth." Gustave states, "are you sure?" (Y/n) questions. Gustave nods, pulling his sleeve back up and fastening the buttons.
"Leave your coat here. We'll come back anyway." (Y/n) notes, heading toward the door.

~out ze door because I'm lazy to be descriptive~

Locking the door behind them, (Y/n) places her keys in her pocket. Gyrating on her heel, she glances up at Gustave. "Ready?" she queries, beginning to walk indolently as Gustave nods, following at her side.

"(Y/n)!" A German voice articulated in front. "Marius? What're you doing here?" (Jäger) (Y/n) questions, looking at the suited up German. "Just came to see how you are before training!" Marius fervently enunciates,
"ah- we're all good. Gustave just needs his stitches sorted. You?" (Y/n) smiles affably.
"All good! Just wondering if you both wanted to come out for drinks later, after training?" Marius invites,
"Sure! Mike said he'll come get us afterwards anyway." Marius raises a brow slightly,
"Oh, really? Well that makes it easier. I'll catch you two later then!" Marius beams, hastily walking the other direction. "Good luck!" (Y/n) articulates as Marius looks back putting his thumb up. "You too with Gustave!"

(Y/n) giggles to herself at the abnormal conversation with the German. "Well, that was interesting." (Y/n) states, Gustave chuckles softly. "Very."

~getting lazier time skips~

"Okay... Hold still." (Y/n) instructs, removing the slovenly sutures and replacing them with new ones thoroughly and prudently.
Behind gritted teeth and clenched fists, Gustave manages to vocalise a "thank you."
Once fixing Gustaves own mess, (Y/n) places a dressing over the new sutures to prevent anything from infections to weeping out.

Blushing faintly, (Y/n) begins placing everything back in their original place - " You know... I was expecting you to be like Mike." Gustave raises a brow "Oh? Why's that?" He questions, pulling his shirt sleeve back up. "well... Your a man?" (Y/n) responds giggling.
Chuckling lightly, Gustave shakes his head, smiling. "Very funny." He speaks, standing up from the examination table.

~I can't think of words so one hour time skips~

"(Y/n)?" An anxious voice seeps from the other side of the table. Tapping her arm gently, Gustave draws her from the reverie like state. "You okay?" he inquires "I- oh... Yea." raising a brow, Gustave elongates his arm over to (Y/n), daintily riveting her hand in his own. "I can tell something is bothering you."

Inhaling acutely, (Y/n) lowers her pen, glancing upwards from the mountain of paperwork. "It's just what Lion had said earlier... That he was going to train or something? Would that mean he'd be joining us later?" Scowling dubiously, "I can't answer that... unfortunately." Gustave remarks.
"I..I do know Marius and Mike are also in the disarming trai-"
Silenced by a sonorous knock at the door, both (Y/n) and Gustave share a glance of confusion.

"(Y/n)! -Gustave!" A German accent hollers with urgency.
Promptly excusing herself from the table, (Y/n) heads towards the door.
Upon opening, she is greeted by an enervated Marius.

"Marius? What's wrong?"
hurling out a rickety breath,  "It's Mike and Lion!" Marius exclaims, "what happened...?" (Y/n) questions alarmingly.
"W..well... One of the guns didn't have safety on an..and for unknown reasons Mike and Lion started arguing and a gunshot went off..."

Sorry it's short and shit I'm so sorry. I know this could've been somewhat better. Please forgive me. It's confusing I know and I'm sorry.