Healing Passion - Doc x Reader [Rainbow six siege]

Unnerve.

Art by - IG:  -  cpt_sunstark /!\

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The silence caressed her skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing her soul, taking away her jagged edges. The only sound being made every now and then, was the sporadic  click from the IV drip  that elevated from and above Gustave's arm. 

"Y'know... He was only trying to scare you. While you two had knocked each other unconscious, I took the liberty to test you both. Thankfully he was only lying." (Y/n) spoke up, dismantling  the silence.  Gustave sighed, resigned and weary. It signalled the end of deliberate effort and the beginning of passive deterioration. His sigh was of softly deflating; it was as if the  tension had lifted yet left him with  melancholy instead of relief.

"What happens now then?" Gustave questions, his voice at clear strain. "Well, for now, you rest up and heal. I need to unfortunately make sure Lion is okay. Before I go, is there anything you need?" Propping herself back up from the side of the bed. "No thank you..."  "Ok then. I'll be back soon." (Y/n) utters, placing a light kiss on his forehead.  "Be safe..." 

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Reluctantly unlocking the door that withheld the one thing she feared. (Y/n) apprehensively nears the unconscious man, peering up at the drained IV bag. 

Sighing, she begins to reach up for the barren bag doing what she needed to do to remove it. 

(Y/n) then gathers another bag, she tears  the perforated corner of the outer packaging; checking  the fluid bag for any cloudiness or particulate matter, she then hangs it up on the drip stand. (Y/n) then opens the giving set and closes the flow control using the roller-ball clamp on the line. Removing the cover from the port on the bag she twists and breaks it off. Inserting the spike into the port, making sure she doesn't touch the end. 

She then half fills the filling chamber by squeezing it then releasing the roller-ball clamp, allowing the fluid to run through the giving set. Ensuring there are no bubbles in the line. 

Roving over to the sink, (Y/n) firmly cleanses her hands. The unconscious man behind her  inconveniently beginning to wake, groaning as he does.  (Y/n) gyrates on her heel immediately, observing the man that battled to open his eyes.   

"I see you're barely coming around as well..." (Y/n) utters, restraining every urge to bolt. "...I...I'm cold..."  a fearful, solitary voice murmurs.  

(Y/n)'s job was to take care of people, and as much as she despised Lion. Only she and Gustave were the only on-sight medics and Lion was in her care. Inhaling gravely, peering at Lion, observing the fact at how vulnerable he was due to his injuries. She pondered for a moment, before going to recover a thicker cover for Lion.      

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Upon retrieving a thicker cover for Lion, she approaches him tentatively;  cautiously placing the blanket over him, tucking it into his sides; making sure it cradled every part of him  for warmth. 

"What... is your pain from one-to-ten today?" (Y/n) queries, backing up when his scarcely open eyes fixate on her. He does not respond - instead, he feebly raises his hand presenting a five. "I..I'll up your dosage then. Is that all?"  Lion's face  resided  with dismay and sorrow, he merely turns his head away. "Okay then, if you need anything just press that buzzer you have to the side of you." With that said, (Y/n) takes her leave with a clipboard under her arm. Faintly slumping down the door, heaving out a sigh of relief. 

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Once back at the room Gustave was withheld in, (Y/n) promptly drops her clipboard and  hurries her actions, acknowledging the French-man trying to 'John Dillinger' escape grasping onto the IV stand for stability. "And just where do you think you're going?"  (Y/n) interrogates, bounding herself to Gustave's side, trying her best to aid and hold up the frail yet hulking man. "I.. want to get out of this room..."  Gustave murmurs, shrieking in pain, as he aims to  retain himself up. His shriek having a crude attribute, the authenticity of a person devoured by a pain that knew no end or limit. 

[for those who don't get the reference, John Dillinger managed to escape a so-called escape-proof prison :]

It was  agonising for (Y/n) to envisage what Gustave  was going through with his devoid of patience combined  with his mind howling at the searing agony and boundless craving for freedom. 

"Gustave please..." (Y/n) urges, delicately attempting to coerce him onto the bed without causing  additional pain. 

Gustave being in no place to fight back,  sorely deteriorates back onto the bed. The pain increasing in waves, small lulls giving false hope of an end. Each peak thieving  his ability to speak, instead; he makes a grousing tumult. 

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Gustave's  gaze fell like an act of violence, a glare that strained (Y/n) silent.

~Gustave's P.O.V~

Your emotional pain seeps out in your words and it hurts to hear them, hurts to read them.

"I see you. I do. I see the pain in those eyes. As if it has sat with you for a lifetime. Imprisoned by confusion and sorrow. Because of him,  you now know only domestic fear. Nevertheless,  I see love too, the love you could give  if not for the scars. I'm not perfect, yet I love you, and I barely know  what love means. Howbeit, give me a chance to find my feet, to cease my own head from spinning and I'll prove it. There is so much of your life that is a hell for your soul, and you stay there from strength rather than weakness, I know, I've seen firsthand of your resilience. So let me join you in that pain, walk with you, feel the same torture I know you upmost. And one day I'll find just the right way to bring you home, mon plus cher." 

I must look horrific to you, don't I? I see you trying not to stare; but I keep finding your eyes diverted to my askew nose, my impaired flesh, my severed lip. 

I sincerely apologise for what you had to witness.  Composure and patience is ordinarily my strong point... But with Lion in my presence, I'm unable to obtain equanimity. 

My body is struggling to recover, to repair the damage. Unable to move with any grace, my movements are jittery.  

I see the disappointment in your eyes, I expect no forgiveness for my actions. Nonetheless, I have no regret for what I did. 

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I impotently grasp a hold of her delicate palm in my agitated one. The philanthropy that radiated from a simple hold... When you are there to stop the disintegration of my feelings, to prevent the deterioration of my mind, I am reminded that not everyone is so fortunate. That you love me like you do is a miracle I treasure every moment of every day that I have with you. 

"Don't leave me, (Y/n)." 

HNNNNN, ok.  I tried Gustave's POV. It's bad, i know. I'm aware. This chapter is meant to be of something of a deep concept that I hope some of you may get/understand. If not- it's just technically all that Gustave feels,/knows and has finally allowed the reader to know how he feels at this moment in time. BUT I am so sorry its bad, forgive me. :(<3

have a good day/night~