FBI, Open My Heart (Ash R6 x Male Reader)

Still Sick?

Y/n's Point of View

Marius shows us to the infirmary. I hear Eliza sniffle and cough a bit as she got underneath my arm. Marius walked into the infirmary, startling the doctor, who was reading a Playboy magazine.

"Marius! Knock at least! I was getting to Monroe's page." He said, clearing his throat. "Sorry. My name is Gustave, better known as Doc on the field."

 "Hehe, you can get back to wanking later." Sledge appeared. "C'mon Marius, dinner is ready." 

Doc walked towards the door. "Get me some! I have to stay in here all night!" He yelled, returning to the room. "They're not coming back."

"So what seems to be the problem? Ya can't make kids?" He asked, pointing to me.

Eliza burned as I chuckle. "No no, she is sick. I don't need help with kid makin'. At least I don't think, I gotta test it out." I say, making her face turn red.

Doc chuckled with me and put some gloves on. He did a checkup on Eliza and turned to write something on his clipboard. "Looks like she has a cold. Just keep her in check and she should be alright."

 "Thanks, Doc. We gotta go. I can bring you food if you want." I say, picking Eliza up.

"Please?" He asked. I nodded. "If you have any questions or need help, call me."

We leave Doc and go to the mess hall. I grab another plate for Doc and knock on the door. He opened it and set it on a table. "Did you get to Monroe?" I ask, tossing him a napkin.

"Oui, she was looking fierce." We both laughed and looked at the magazine. "Care to join in rating women that have possibly deceased?"

 "Normally, I would. But, gotta take care of Eliza." I decline.

 "Oh yes, you are two of the five FBI operators?" Doc asked.

 I nod and told him my name. "Ah, ok. I should've asked that earlier, thank you for filling me in, ami." 

 "No worries, have a good night, Gustave." I say before leaving.

 "Goodnight Y/n!" 

I walk to the mess hall and sit with Eliza. Me being me, I didn't see all of the females staring at me. I look up from my phone and see all of the girls. I stood up and sat with the guys, who were stationed on the other side of the mess hall.

 "Damn, ya got balls to sit next to Cav." An S.A.S member said, taking a drink of something. "Name's Mike, Thatcher on missions. That girl with the face paint, she's a scary motherfucker."

 "Noted. Name's Y/n, no codename yet." I greeted, meeting everyone there. We all do guy things, which consisted of arm wrestling, talking about rock music, barbeque, and everything else.

After about an hour we were all leaving. I walk up to Eliza and hook my arms around her neck, setting my cheek on her head. The girls whispered something to her and left her a blushing mess. "They embarrassed you?" I ask, my eyes meeting hers. She nodded in a way that said "yes, let's go to bed." I give her a closed grin and chuckle softly. "Did you tell them about-"

Eliza pushed her finger on my lips and smiled. "We don't speak of that." She said before slipping away from my grip.

*timsekip brought to you by Eliza getting bullied by the FBI boys*

 "Where are we gonna stay?" I ask Six, Eliza nodding in agreement.

 "There should be a vacant room. Just look for a door without a sign or carving. Have a good night." Six said, shooing us away.

"Y'all better talk fast. She is on her shit." I tell Jack and Miles. "I'm guessing Jordan stayed with Craig."

They nodded and entered the room. I tease Eliza on our way to our room. She would always poke my side or slap me on the arm. We make it to our room and enter. Before I entered, I heard some talking near a bush. I walk over and see Meghan and Craig quietly talking. 

 "What do you mean? You scare them!" Craig whispered. "Your brother looks fucking scary! You do it."

 I decided to scare them. "Thanks, I took my dad's look." I whispered, making Craig jump. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started crying from laughing too hard. I walk into their view and wipe my eyes. "Craig, I've never seen someone jump from a damn whisper."

 Craig scoffed. "At least I don't look scary." He defended himself poorly.

 "Imma be real with you chief, the way Meghan described you actually scared me more than my dad." I say with all honesty. "I gotta get back, love you sis."

 I walk into our room and see Eliza like I found her two days ago, still wearing her hat, shades, and is covered in her blanket. I could also see that she was holding her knees, so I took the opportunity to scoop her up. I did it and earned a yelp from her. She struggled to get out of my grip and gave up. She grumbled and tried again, still getting held down by my arms.

 "No fair." She pouted.

 "Still sick?" I ask, receiving a small nod from the lump of covers. "C'mon, I'll set you on my lap and hold you close."

 I set her on my lap and immediately hear her giggle. I just grinned and watched whatever she had on the TV. After a few minutes, I hear Eliza sniffle and yawn. I pick her up and set her on the bed, soon laying with her. She turned towards me and smiled. I booped her nose and said my goodnights to her.