Injured WBC x WBC Reader
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"Number 1146! Watch out!"
The young woman called out to her fellow White Blood Cell in an attempt to warn him of the antigen that was sneaking up on him, but by the time her voice reached his ears, he had already been attacked. The branch-like appendages of the antigen pierced through both of 1146's shoulders, and it took advantage of the man's shocked state to strike him to the ground. 1146 struggled to stand up as the antigen impaled him through his upper leg, causing him to fall to the ground once again.
"You White Blood Cells are weaker than I thought!"
Just as the antigen was about to kill the man, its branch was seized by a gloved hand.
"Die, you filthy germ!" The White Blood Cell shouted as she yanked the antigen off of her partner, swiftly slaughtering the antigen.
She then knelt down next to 1146, her eyes widening in horror at the sight before her.
His white uniform was stained red with his blood, his breathing labored and ragged as he struggled to remain conscious.
"Oh, no..." The young woman mumbled in a panicked tone.
This was all her fault...
"Don't worry, 1146! You're gonna be okay!"
He didn't hear her.
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A bright light flooded his vision as he opened his dark eyes, causing him to instinctively raise his arm to shield his eyes from the light. As he moved, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, and he clenched his jaw as he sucked a sharp breath through his teeth. The sound he made caused another White Blood Cell, the woman that had saved him, to jolt awake.
"1146! You're alive!" The woman smiled a relieved smile, tears pricking at her eyes.
1146 opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was extremely dry, so he ended up coughing instead.
"Here, drink some water," The woman reached over to the small, wooden table that was next to 1146's bed, picking up a glass of water and handing it to him.
He drank the whole glass in a few seconds, placing it back down on the table before clearing his throat.
"What happened...?"
The female White Blood Cell looked down at her hands, clutching her knees as if her life depended on it.
"That antigen... I saw it coming towards you, but I didn't call out to you in time, so you got attacked. I'm sorry, 1146. You wouldn't be injured if I-"
"Hey, don't talk like that. It's not your fault that I wasn't paying attention," 1146 spoke, looking over at the woman, "So, I should be the one apologizing."
She looked up from her knees, staring at the man as he said those words.
"Huh...? Why?"
"For making you worry."
The woman sat still for a moment, and she swore that she saw a bit of a blush on 1146's cheeks. She felt her cheeks heat up as well, playing with a strand of her hair as she averted her eyes.
"So, uh... Thank you for taking care of me," 1146 broke the silence, offering his fellow White Blood Cell a charming smile.
"Don't thank me yet. Thank me when your wounds are completely healed," The woman smiled, reaching over and patting 1146's shoulder.
"Ow!"
"Oh, no! I'm so sorry!"
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Word count: 554
A short one to kick off this oneshot book! This was originally a request, but I forgot who requested it. Sorry!
