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Recognize Me? {Iwaizumi Hajime} (Request)

You're a doctor who gets a special patient one, fateful day

Requested by _eridescent

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"(L/n)-san!"

When your name echoed through the stark, white hallway, you turned away from the examination room you had just left after doing a routine check up with one of your patients to see a fellow doctor rushing towards you. "Yes, Sawamura-san?" you answered meekly, your words clogging in your throat with nervousness when you saw the worried look on his face. It was disconcerting to see a doctor as calm and controlled as he was wear an expression of distress.

"We just had an emergency surgery for a soldier who was rushed in, and you've been assigned as his primary doctor during his recovery," Sawamura informed you, his brown eyes darting down the hallway behind you when he noticed a pair of nurses push a gurney around the corner. "There he is now."

Your head whipped around and your eyes followed the stretcher as it moved into one of the suites lining the hallway. "Well, what happened to him?" you wondered, turning your gaze back to the doctor beside you.

He shook his head helplessly and said, "I don't know any details, but the nurses should leave his file in the door, as per usual. I was just to come here and tell you as soon as I heard." With a nod, you thanked him before the two of you parted ways. He headed to a different wing of the hospital while you marched over to the room where you'd seen the nurses wheel in your new patient. Once you'd reached the door, which was now shut, you plucked a folder out of the holder stuck to it and flipped through the contents.

Iwaizumi Hajime, Male, 26 years old. You scanned over the information on the pages in front of you, trying to gather as much information as possible to soothe your racing mind. A drawing of a man's body on the center of one of the pages had two, massive red circles on it with shakily written details courtesy of the notetaker. One was around the head, while the other highlighted the leg from the knee down. You could hardly read the handwriting beside it, so you decided to go into the room and examine the situation for yourself.

Upon opening the door, you saw a figure lying in the single bed against the wall. Pale sunlight pouring in through the windows cast shadows over one side of his face, but you could clearly see large, white wrappings covering almost the entire left side of his head. When you moved closer to him and examined the outline of his body underneath the covers, your eyes stopped at his legs. Where you expected to see two shins and feet, you only saw one.

That must be why they assigned him to me, you thought, a pang of sadness rippling through your body. While you saw a variety of different types of patients, you specialized in working with those who needed or had prosthetic replacements. Even though you'd seen many different cases during your time as a medical professional, the emergency situations in which patients hadn't realized they had needed an amputation or had lost a limb were always the most painful for you.

You watched him for a moment in silence save from the steady beeping of his heart monitor. When you logged onto a computer in the room and checked for a digital version of his files, you were able to quickly ascertain a better understanding of the situation. Part of his leg had gotten damaged during an attack on the camp he had been stationed in, and he had multiple deep shrapnel wounds on his face. The surgeons had stitched up his wounds and covered them, but had needed to amputate the lower half of his leg due to a deadly infection that would've spread to the rest of his body had they not removed it.

Rolling your chair over to his bed, you looked more closely at his face, noticing slight bruising under his exposed eye. Half of his spiky, dark hair was covered by the dressings surrounding his face that obscured most of his features. The hospital gown he wore rose up and down with his slow breaths, and your gaze moved to the IV stuck to his arm with tape that was supplying him with intense painkillers. Letting out a small sigh, you remained by his bedside, waiting for him to awaken.