Shadowhunter Oneshots

The Warlock In The Hospital - Catarina x Fem!Reader (F4F Romance)

Pain, pain, mindboggling pain. Your entire body ached as soon as you hit the ground. While goofing off at a holiday party, you climbed onto the top of an institute. Sadly for you, the roof was very slick with a coating of ice, and you came tumbling down ten times as fast as you'd climbed up. You heard a snap on impact and immediately knew that your arm had been broken. The rest of your Shadowhunter friends surrounded you and helped you up, all seeming worried about your wellbeing. You tried to reassure them you were fine but immediately started to cry when you sat up.

That's when they took you to a nearby hospital for mundanes, despite your whining about how true warriors weren't quitters. Annoyed, your best friend looked you dead in the eyes and had the following simple, yet stinging, statement to say: "True warriors also don't get so drunk off eggnog that they climb onto a roof and break their arms." Needless to say, you shut up pretty quickly after that.

Due to it being cold, your friends wrapped you up in a fluffy blanket before bringing you in. They got you to a wheelchair stat, despite you complaining about being able to walk just fine with an injured arm. The secretary of the hospital looked at your group and sighed out, running a hand down her face. She didn't seem to want to deal with any stupid teenagers or young adults at the moment. Your best friend caught onto this and told her sharply, "My friend has a serious injury. Her arm is snapped in half."

The secretary had the audacity to roll her eyes at you and reply, "She isn't crying, ma'am. Have a seat; I'm sure a doctor can get to you in a moment. For now, fill out paperwork." Without looking back at the group, she slid a clipboard towards you all and went over to a ringing phone.

Fed up with the lack of respect, your friend ripped the blanket away from your arm and demanded, "Ma'am." The secretary shot her a death glare before putting the phone call on hold and starting to make a snappy response. That is, until she looked down and saw your arm. Her eyes went wide, and she immediately waved down a doctor and explained the situation.

The doctor is clearly a warlock, with her blue skin bright against the white walls of the hospital. Nobody else seems to notice, however; she must have had a glamour on. Despite that, though, she's very pretty, and you feel your face heating up at the realization that she'll be working with you.

As soon as you get into the hospital room, the woman begins scolding you: "You young Shadowhunters never listen to your parents, do you? Let me guess, just turned eighteen and think you're invincible because you're away from Mommy and Daddy's roof?"

"Mommy and Mommy-" You manage to squeak out, "My parents are both women-"

"Well, congratulations to them, but frankly, I don't think that's the issue right now. The issue is that you Shadowhunters are constantly coming into my hospital, injured because of some stupid party trick. Go on, spill the story. Tell me why you're in here," She huffs, shaking her head a little.

"Um- I climbed on the roof-" You choke out, face heating up worse from embarrassment.

"Of course. That's a common one, isn't it," The warlock grumbles, "Alright, alright. I'll heal you up quick and get you out of here, eh? My name's Catarina, by the way."

"Okay-" You stumble over your words as she started healing up your arm.

"What?" Catarina questions, oblivious to how flustered you are, "I'm not hurting you, am I? I apologize if I am. You seem to feel a little hot; are you sick, too?"

"No-" You protest, "It's just that-"

"She's a lesbian and she thinks you're hot," Your best friend blurts out, innocently grinning at you when you shoot her the death glare. Catarina starts to laugh softly and doesn't address it before patting you on the head gently.

"Alright, sweetheart. You're all ready to go," She hums.