Medikink [Reaper x Fem!Reader]

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You were hanging loosely and hurt on parts of the boulders, your bruised cheek resting on the cold floor.

This little office room was what you had chosen to hide in from the Talon soldiers after you had been separated from your group. You were a great help for your allies, but concentrating the power on your own wounds had always been a more difficult task... Especially when you were out-powered by foot troups threatening to end your life; or worse: Taking you hostage.
With quick movements you had been able to escape their sight, rushing up some stairs here running around a corner there... A harder task with your wounds throbbing painfully, but adrenaline was known to support miracles.

After you felt being out of the enemies sight you had taken another sharp corner into the very office, crouching silently in the darkness of the empty room. In the end, all the effort would have been for nothing if they found you out now by your ragged breathing so you had held your mouth with one palm, the other onto your collarbone careful to not make contact with your burning wounds, feeling the drumming pulse underneath. Deep and calm breathing through the nose... In and out... They wouldn't find you if you were smart enough about it.

It had been too risky to contact your group- Not yet with these pawns able to catch your voice. Just a little more patience...
But you never gotten the opportunity as a sudden blast had your ears ringing. Ringing and deaf before you even realized that your own body was thrown through the air at the opposite part of your hideout, limbs knocked painfully against the cement before crashing into the rubble.

And that's how you were here now.
You groaned in pain.

Of course had a fucking bomb gone off that had you flying over the boulders that had shattered with the explosion- directly with your open chest over some parts that formerly had been the wall, painful stones and cement parts scraping along your open wounds. The pain rendered you almost directly unconscious.

But you were still a healer... To either your luck or misfortune.

You wouldn't bleed out or die so easily as the nanite technology in your body eagerly worked against your open flesh, slowly working on closing your inner and outer wounds. The keyword: Slowly.
... In this situation it more felt like a curse.
You would survive, probably, but you were in so fucking much pain. You had let your team down- No- There wasnt anyone you could help right now, while you wished the pain would just stop. It was pathetic, really, but as healer you weren't much used and tolerable to pain. Right now were your wounds too deep and it would take so long... So long until you would be able to stand again.

That was if you wouldn't be found before that.

You didn't know how much time passed, slipping in and out of consciousness, the nanits still at work, desperately healing their weak host. The smaller wounds already felt much better and were almost gone- The ones on your arms and face which were still resting on the coolness of stone. On your chest however... Still painfully burning.
Still scraping against sharp bits of the boulders...
Still holding you moveless.

In this state was your mind a clouded mess but you tried to think about the other members of your team. Hoping they would be fine... Praying they had been farther away from the explosion than you... Begging they would find you and-

Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as the sudden sound of heavy boots echoed from the hallway near the broken room you were in. Coming closer.
And it was all it took to send your hazy mind into racing.