IdentityV - Oneshots

☁︎ Lovely - Naib x Emily

This is for something on Amino! Had to do it quick before I forgot and my original post got too old!

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"Damnit."

The Mercenary sat up in his bed, a faint smell of iron. His eyes droopily laid upon an open wound on his arm. Small amounts of blood couldn't help but drip from the open sore, after all it was quite recent.

He didn't sit well with the idea of causing a fuss this late at night, but it would not be easy to patch himself up. So, he would make his way to the only person who knew how to take care of his awful wounds. Emily.

The Doctor would always leave her door unlocked, in case of emergencies. Thankfully nothing ever happened where someone needed to burst into her room, but you never know what could happen the next day. He traversed some doors down, before finding himself at Emily's room.

Like he would, he barged in without a knock and stood in the doorway. Obviously she was sleeping soundly. Was it really a problem? He tended to second guess himself in these kinds of situations, but came to the conclusion she would just scold him for not coming to her.

So he walked in and stopped at her bedside. "Hey, wake up." He mumbled out. The Mercenary détestes to ask for help, but sometimes he needed it. That didn't make it anymore comfortable for him though. "Emily. I need you."

It was not the Doctors fault she was still sound asleep. Naib spoke softly, almost in a whisper. Asking for help made him feel... iffy. He stood there for a while, thinking if he should just leave. But it also occurred to him he was practically watching the Doctor sleep, and that was not a great feeling either.

So he put his knee on the bed and leaned over, as she was on her side facing the wall. Yup. Sound asleep. His quiet voice didn't even make her shuffle after all. He did not want to keep doing this, so he'd say it only once more, and louder.

"Wake up-!"

Instantly at the shallow yell Emily jumped up hitting her head on the Mercenary's. "O-Oh my God! I'm so sorry-!" The Doctor held her own head but still reached out her concern to Naib who faced down into the empty side of the bed. "Jesus woman-!" He groaned, mostly annoyed then hurt.

"I- I said sorry..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down, her eyes trying to make something out. But of course it was hard to see in the dark. So she grabbed the lantern by her bed and lit it with a match, bringing it over. "You're bleeding! Did I do that!?" Emily worriedly yelped.

"What? Hah- don't kid yourself!" She pouted at that, but quickly realized how tired she was. "Right, did you need me for something?" Her voice was quiet, as she was not all the way awake yet. "Oh, my arm." He released his hand from the wound and her eyes would've widened had she been up and awake. "Alrighty let's go to the infirmary."

As much as he believed this was annoying to her, she smiled ever so sweetly. Emily was not one to show her annoyance when people needed her aid. So he could only wondered if he was being a bother.

The two traversed downstairs with the dim lantern, before making it to the large room. "Go ahead and sit on one of the beds I'll be there in a second." He hummed and waked past her. The Doctor shuffled through cabinets and drawers before making her way to the sitting Naib.

"Okie dokie lets see." He could tell she was half asleep. Usually she only spoke like this to Emma, or if Tracy was scared of getting stitches. Emily knew full well Naib was not a baby, but her drowsiness kept her from understanding that. He ignored her delicate talk. He just needed this done and he'd go back to sleep as per usual.

"Did you fall off the bed or something?" She mumbled out.

"What? No! I don't fall out of my bed- you know how my scars are." He almost seemed offended at her words. Fall off the bed? Only children did that. "I know, I was just askin'..."

His eyes widened, not at her statement but at her vocabulary. W-... was she okay to be doing this? 'Askin'. The Doctor would refrain from any language like that, would always finish her words.

He let her clean the wound with a cotton ball, alcohol poured on the tip. It stung, and he forced himself to muffle the sounds. Showing signs of weakness, was not something he was known to do. But since it was just him and a dazed Emily, he decided it was fine to complain.

"I hate this."

His mumble was heard by the Doctor. "Hate what?" She asked softly, reaching for the bandages. "All these scars. Not only are they a nuisance by constantly opening, they-... don't look good..." He wouldn't have said that in a regular situation, but it slipped out. The emptiness of the room and dim light made him feel comfortable, not only that but he was being taken care off at the moment.

"I like your scars."

His eyes popped open and he sat up straight. "Really?" He said quickly, and she hummed with a smile.

"You always look for the bad side of things Naib, maybe so you can't be lied to, or you can be ready for anything... but if that's all you're looking for, it's all you'll see."

He was quiet. Did he really never look at the bright side of things? He looked down at his scars and only pouted. "There's nothing good here." He leaned back down with a sigh, an arm over his eyes.

The Doctor began to wrap his re-opened wound gently, but tight enough for good measure. "I see lots of good things." She said softly. He couldn't help but scowl at her words and sat up abruptly. "Really? Say one!"

She looked up, eyes slightly wide at his loud voice but they softened again. She smiled and raised her hand up to him. "You." She gave his nose a light tap, as he gaped at her words. "You're alive, isn't that good?" The Mercenary's face was confused, mostly on how she could say such things. He was hesitant to answer and she noticed.

"I think it's good... I'm glad you're alive, so we could meet." She wrapped his arm slowly, possibly trying to spend more time with him. "Your scars might be from bad things, but you're good. Some are from saving us too, I really like those ones."

She finished the wrap with a bow on top, and that's how he knew she was really out of it. She would usually only tie ribbons on Emma if she asked. But the Mercenary did not ask, nor was he a little kid. "You... do...?" A relief he did know existed washed over him at her words.

"Naib your scars... you are..."

She leaned down slowly, her tiredness winning over her finally. But before she could fully pass out, she placed a small kiss on his scar, and whispered the last word to her statement.

"Lovely."

The soft words she spoke onto his rough skin made him flush. But his heart suppressing moment was cut short when he heard a small snore from the Doctor. "E-Emily." He looked around frantically. He didn't know why, but there was a nervousness in his stomach... no- those were butterflies. He sat up and slowly slid off of the bed, leaning the Doctors head onto the sheets.

Walking around the bed, he shuffled to her sleeping form and picked her up. For the first time in a while he felt very happy. His scars, were good things... he was a good thing. Naib smiled uncontrollably and walked to Emily's room. Though he tried to wipe the giddy smile off of his face, he only smirked more when Emily sprawled onto her bed as he placed her down.

"thank you." He whispered, receiving nothing in return like he'd hope. He didn't really want the Doctor to hear, but he did want to say it to her, asleep or not. So after his quiet words, he stood and left to his own room. Maybe he'd start looking for the good things in life too. After all, if he could be lovely, anything could be.