Fell in love with a spy-mirage fanfiction (1) ✔️

Chapter 11| arguments

I woke up from voices.
I perked my head up sleepily as Ratchet strode in. "You're an absolute moron you know," he snapped. Cat was sweet enough to rub my head and comfort me a bit.

"I've had medical training," she quietly said. Ratchet gazed at her while he removed the blanket off my body. He examined my back first, softly he touched some places, making me groan and hiss in pain.

"You need more stitches, Mirage,"

I groaned and let my head fall back on the pillow. "Why?" She asked. "If I want this to heal perfectly, otherwise it can irritate him later on," he explained. She hummed and watched him move to my legs. At the back of my legs, I had a huge cut. She had already told me this morning I probably need stitches for that, but no fragging way, anyone was gonna stitch my leg.

"This one need a stitch for sure," he stated. "Told you," she mumbled as she glanced at me. "Thank you for your opinion!" I snapped. "Mirage... remove yourself boxers, I'll be back in a few seconds," he said before he left.

"You have to do something,"

"Do you want it to heal or not!?" She hissed softly back. "Well yes! But he's not gonna stitch me there!" I snarled. "You've no choice," she softly hissed back. "I'm you're darn superior! You have to do as I say!" I snapped. She crossed her arms "you're not the victim," I snapped.

"Men's are always overreacting," she sulked. "I'm not! I seriously have a lot of pain," I snapped. She sighed and shook her head. Ratchet returner shortly after abs sighed as he saw me. I'm going to give you 3 injections, one in your back, one in your leg and one in your lower back," he said as he sat down.

The injections were more painful than I thought and I had never so embarrassed as right now. I knew cat only tried to help, but right now, I wished she left. I hissed and looked over my shoulder. "Your stupid injection didn't work," I snapped. Cat shushed me and pushed my head down.

As Ratchet was done, he gave me some instructions and left. I was panting and slightly sweating, injections or not, it hurt. "Try to get some sleep,"

((Cat's P.O.V))
I felt bad for Mirage. He was really embarrassed and in pain. I looked at his back, Ratchet hadn't scowled at me for stitching his back, and had only cleaned it up with alcohol. My eyes traveled to his leg, which was stitched as well, just as his calf and ass.

I sighed and covered him up, making him comfortable. "Ya know, sometimes when human females give birth, they have to cut a little down there to create a bigger space for the baby to come out, doctors have to stitch it too,"

"Should that help me to feel better! Do I look like a femme to you," he snarled. I sighed and shook my head "I'm only trying to say that... some females go through the same pain," I said. He glanced at me "it'll heal, just give it a few days and you see it's going to be fine," I stated.

"I don't want you to contour working!"

I glanced at him "cases can't wait!" I said, crossing my arms. "I don't care! You're not working without me," he snarled. "Where are afraid of?" I asked crossing my arms. "You need rest and give your body the time to heal, I'm going to continue working, rather you like it or not, I believe Ratchet out you on non-active, which means... you're not my superior,"

He glared angrily at me and gritted his teeth "So! Go to sleep and I go working," I stated. "Stupid femme," he spat. I waved my hand and left him scowling and snarling. "Mechs," I sulked. I really did feel bad for him, I mean... even he's annoying me a big part of the day, I still kinda cared about that mech.

I worked all day at different type of cases before I returned to Mirage that afternoon to feed him. He had fallen asleep and I doubted if I had to wake him up. I closed the door and sat down on the edge of his bed. "Mirage..."

He groaned and opened his eyes. As the smell of food entered his nose, his stomach began to rumble. "Come..." I helped him a bit and began feeding him. "What did you do this afternoon?" He asked between his bites.

I sighed and glared at him "I don't want to hear you talk about cases, so shut up and eat, or I push it down your throat myself," I coldly said. He gritted his teeth and took another bite of the scrambled eggs I made him. As I was done, I gave him some water and laid him back down.

I saw him glance at the bathroom door before he laid his head back down. "You have to go to the bathroom?" I asked. He shook his head and curled up a bit "Don't be stubborn," I sighed, poking him softly. "I'm not," he snapped.

"Whatever,"

I got up and sat down in the sofa, crossed legged and began reading a file while eating my own plate of scrambled eggs. The more time passed, the more he became restless. I stopped reading and glanced at him "what's going on with you?" I asked.

"Nothing..."

I rolled my eyes and laid everything aside before I got up and threw the sheets aside. "Come on," I grabbed his arm and helped him up. "I can do it myself!" He snapped, pushing me aside. "Don't you think I know how a man looks like?" I asked with a huff as I slowly pushed him forward towards the bathroom.

"Listen femme! I'm still your damn superior, you're not even supposed to see me like this!" He snapped. "Oh please drop the title and your ego for once! Don't you see I'm trying to help you, I don't have to be here, I can leave you here and let you starve!" I spat.

He gave me a look "if you were me, how would you feel!" He snapped. "Terrible, yet happy someone that's not your from your team is willing to help you! Do you want Jolt or Ratchet to nurse you!" I snarled. He flinched a bit "no! And you're on non-active to we aren't partners right now... you're my friend and not my superior! So stop that ego and if you think I haven't seen a penis before than you're wrong! So shut up and let me help you to I'll just leave you here staving and in pain! You have now the change to decide!" I spat angrily.

He gritted his teeth "what if I saw you like you see me?" He snapped. "You're dizzy Mirage! You're nauseous and some wounds are slightly infected," I hissed. "You can't even walk in a straight line," I spat. He glared at me again "stop acting like a sparkling,"

"That's not an answer on my damn question," he spat. "Screw you!" I spat and let go of him. He stumbled a bit before he collapsed and groaned. "Screw you!" I hissed against before I slammed the door closed...