Healing Passion - Doc x Reader [Rainbow six siege]

Tests.

I'd like to state that this chapter is extremely rushed and possibly confusing. This will be due to circumstances irl. However, I sincerely apologise for this. I shall refine it after it being published as soon as possible.
Again very sorry-

⚠️ slight language⚠️

*few weeks passing*

"Are you alright?" Marius queries, as (Y/n) brings up his blood test results, watching her rosy red cheeks substitute to ashen.
"Y..yes, I'm fine. Anyway, I have some good news for you-"
vaulting forward from her chair unexpectedly, (Y/n) peers down at the floor, placing her hand over her mouth as a nauseating sensation soared throughout her.

"(Y/n)!?" Marius shrieks, startling back at her abrupt shift from serene.
"Should I go get Gustave?"
"..No... No, I'll be fine." (Y/n) mutters, inhaling deeply several times before returning to a composed position fixating on the results.

"Anyhow... You're not infected." She arches her lips feebly at the assuaged German.
"So we can begin treatment on that wound without caution. I'm sorry it's taken this long."
"I-... that's such a relief!  Thank you! But (Y/n) you really don't look so good..."  Marius remarks.
"...please excuse me a second." (Y/n) utters, raising up from her office chair, pacing hastily to toward the door.

Hurrying down the corridor, passing Mike and James who sat patiently waiting, both perplexed at (Y/n)'s departure from her office and abandonment of Marius.

"(Y/n)?" Mike calls out, making no attempt to respond, (Y/n) continues rushing down the corridor to the closest lavatory.

Hurrying into the female lavatory (Y/n)  fails to shut the door behind her.
Crouching down around a toilet bowl she lacked the energy  to resist vomiting.

Hurried footsteps soon emitted from behind. (Y/n) notices and observes a young blonde woman from the corner of her eye.
"(Y/n)...? You okay?" Monika asks softly, placing her hand on (Y/n)'s back delicately.

Groaning, she falls back onto her knees. "I... Think I'm okay now." (Y/n)  utters, respiring tediously.
"I don't mean to sound alarming, (Y/n)... but are you by any chance infected?" Monika questions, placing a hand on (Y/n)'s forehead. "Your burning up too."
I recieved my tests and they were fine. I suppose I'm just having an off day." (Y/n) utters, "to the point your being sick? I don't think so. I'll get Gustave soon. Let's get you up first."

Monika positions her hands under (Y/n)'s arms and delicately lifts her up. "Thank you... But please don't get Gustave.  He's stressed enough."

Monika places her hand around (Y/n)'s hips as support "but you really don't look so well, (Y/n)."
"I'll be fine once I get back to work." (Y/n) speaks, aiming to reassure Monika only to be failing significantly.

*really smol skip*

Whilst taking it slow down the corridor with Monika, Gustave emerges from (Y/n)'s office holding papers in his hand, his face tainted pale.
"Is she okay, Monika?" Gustave queries, "No, so I'm taking her back to her room." the blonde woman states, "what happened?" Gustave questions, as Marius slowly slips out the office behind him to see what was going on.
"She just had an upset stomach."

"Right... can I talk to her for a few seconds?"

*I'm getting lazy, smol skip*

"I've been reviewing your blood tests over and over, you're not infected but I keep finding something abnormal and worrying." Gustave utters.
"So I'd like to do one more blood test to be sure. Is that okay?"

Nodding, (Y/n) allows Gustave to take another sample of blood.
"I'll try be quick in the lab, but for now. Go back to your room and rest, I'll tell James to stay with you since he's doing nothing today and Monika will be training with Mike later on."

"But I'll be fine by myself, Gustave." (Y/n) assures,
"No, (Y/n)... I'm sure he won't mind anyway."

-

"James?" Gustave calls from the entrance of the office.
Gaining the dozing mans irritated scowl,
Whirring gratingly in response. "Would you mind looking after (Y/n) for a little while?" Gustave requests, "sure, what about my test though?" James retorts.
"You're clear," Gustave notes, sharing a glance over to Mike "You're also clear."
Sighing in relief, "how's (Y/n) though?" Mike asks,
"For now she's okay."
"And you?"
"Same old, same old." Gustave concludes.

-

"Would you like a glass of water, (Y/n)?" James offers as (Y/n) saunters over to the couch "...Yes please." Groaning as she places a hand on her forehead.

"I'm no doctor, but could you possibly be pregnant?" James asks, handing her the glass. "I mean, you are showing signs."
"Thanks ...but I don't think I am. Albeit, I haven't tested myself." (Y/n) utters, taking a diminutive sip of water.
"But did you see Gustave's expression earlier? He was clearly shitting himself over something." James remarks, placing himself next to (Y/n), his right arm stretching across the top of the sofa.
"I suppose he did have a troubled look... But that could be for a myriad of reasons. He has been working harder than usual lately. Which may I add, isn't assisting his shoulder." (Y/n)  mentions, captivating another sip of water.
"I suppose... that would stimulate issues. But I can't help but not dismiss his expression earlier. I've never seen such anxiety in his face before." James notes.
"I didn't take a great look, but I did observe his coloring being slightly pasty."

"Oh- bringing up is' shoulder, ow's' your stitches?" James asks, his London origin now expressing itself unequivocally; provoking a meager smirk from (Y/n).
"It's getting better." Putting down her glass of water on the mediocre table.

-I'm sorry-, **skips**

After a few hours of talking and laughing a faint knock emitted from the door.
"I'll get it," James utters, removing himself from the sofa, pacing to the door.
Unhinging the locks, James opens the door to reveal a drained and distressed Gustave.

James ushers the exhausted man inside, "I'm sorry that it took longer than it should've-" Gustave starts, "I had to review it numerous times to be entirely sure." Running his hand through his head, smoothing back his untidy hair.
"So what is it...?" (Y/n)  murmurs. Gustave's eyes narrow at her stomach before allowing his eyes to link with her (e/c) orbs.
Inhaling profoundly, he shakes his head slightly, "You're pregnant."

Silence and dismay embodied the room as (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes, glossy and broaden, were threatened with tears pleading escape.

"I'll leave you two-" James articulates grievously, taking his leave as (Y/n) nods at him as a 'thank you'.

"May I take a seat?" Gustave asks, eradicating the silence. (Y/n) merely nods, allowing Gustave to place himself next to her.
"What do you want to do?" He queries, softly grasping her hand in his.
"...we're going to keep it." she utters, beginning to weep inaudibly.

This is shit I know, but as stated I shall refine it whenever I get the chance too.  -sorry, sorry, sorry! :(
I hope you have a good day<3