You woke up at the sound of the birds singing, a cold breeze touching your body and a soft good morning from Stephen, who was up before you were and watched you sleep.
“hey” you planted a soft kiss on his lips “how long have you been up?” you asked.
“long enough to watch you innocently sleeping”.
“That’s not creepy… Why didn’t you wake me up?”.
“Didn’t want to disturb you. I know how much you love sleep… Come on, I’ll make breakfast” he got up and helped you up.
You sat and watched him make you an omelet. The smell was amazing and the day seemed to be going well, you thought.
He gave you a plate and sat next to you.
“aren’t you gonna eat?” you asked.
“I’m not hungry” he placed his elbow on the counter and his face on his elbow as he watched you eat.
“stop looking at me like that”.
“like what?” he asked.
“like you’re madly in love with me and can’t think of anything other than me”.
“but that’s the truth”.
“but I’m eating and I don’t like to be observed”.
“you look beautiful no matter what you do”. Something was up with him but you didn’t want to worry about things that might not actually be true.
After you finished your food, he took the plate and washed it.
“where do you want to go today?” he asked.
“Is today an important day? Did I forget about something?” you questioned.
“no, no. I just want to take you out. No special occasion” he informed you.
“Uhm… alright, how about…the Indian ocean? The Maldives maybe?” you suggested.
“The Maldives? Alright, get dressed”.
You walked on the beach and swam in the ocean and he sat and watched you. He told you he didn’t feel like swimming. You basically spent the entire day there and it was beautiful. In the evening, you decided to dine there. You went to a local restaurant and ordered some food. Stephen ordered a small meal and finished it quickly, then he stared at you.
“okay, that’s it. I can’t take it any more! What’s wrong?” you asked.
“why would there be anything wrong?”.
“let’s see. You woke up early and watched me as I slept. You made me breakfast, washed the dishes, took me to the Maldives, yet you didn’t feel like swimming and watched me the whole day and now you’re staring at me like it’s the last time you’re gonna see me” you explained.
“Y/n, I have something to tell you”.
“please don’t say that you have to fight some outer-space aliens”.
“There’s a force coming that’s a threat to our planet and I have to try and stop them”.
“why do you have to do this every time? Aren’t there some other superheroes? I mean what are the avengers doing?” you asked.
“They can’t do it alone, they need my help and expertise” he informed you.
“and I need you here by my side, alive”.
“I was going to leave at midnight and write you a letter”.
“so you were just gonna abandon me like that without a word?”.
“I knew if I told you, you wouldn’t like it, but it’s not gonna make a difference y/n. I’m going” he insisted.
“PleaseDon’t go!” you begged.
“I have to. The fate of the world depends on it. I have a responsibility towards them,I have to protect them, protect you. I’m sorry, but it’s the only way”.
“you’ll be safer here” he added.
He opened a portal and left you on the island all by yourself.
Request: Hii Can i request a Stephen x wife!reader ANGST where they are having a heated argument in the car (reader accusing him of cheating with christine) and then the car crash happens. It would be before he got his powers obviously. Requested by @mrs-walka-blog
Word Count: 1034.
Warnings: angst.
A/N: I just realized it’s been over a year since this request, I’m sorry!
“Good morning Mary! Is Stephen in his office or operating?” you greeted the secretary.
“Good morning mrs. Strange! He is in his office, but he’s currently busy. He told me not to let anyone in” she informed you.
“Is he in a meeting?” you asked.
“Not exactly, but he’s discussing work with Doctor Palmer”.
“I see. I’m going in. Don’t inform him, I wanted to surprise him.
“As you wish”.
“I call it the Strange policy” you heard Christine’s voice from behind the door.
“Oh, good! I’m glad something is named after me. You know, I invented a laminectomy procedure, and yet, somehow, no one seems to want to call it the Strange technique” Stephen was slowly flirting with her. You decided to stay outside for a while before coming in.
“We invented that technique” she corrected.
“You know, I gotta say, I’m very flattered by your policy. Look, I’m talking tonight at a Neurological Society dinner. Come with me” he invited.
“Another speaking engagement? So romantic. Besides, wouldn’t your wife love to come?”
“You used to love going to those things with me. We had fun together. What would Y/n do there? She doesn’t understand those things. She’s not a surgeon like you”.
That’s when you had enough and barged in “oh, I’m glad you two are having fun”.
“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Stephen took a few steps back from Christine.
“I came to surprise you, only to be insulted” you immediately left and he ran after you.
“Y/n! Y/n! Wait! Let me explain. It’s not what you think it is”.
—
When he got home later that day, he bought you flowers, apologized and made it up to you.
Everything was fine and you were ready to go to the dinner event, when he started texting. At first, you didn’t make anything out of it, but then his phone constantly made noises and he was distracted. You came to fix up his tie but he brushed you away.
You hoped he would stop texting by the time you got to the car, but alas he didn’t.
“Stephen, are you cheating on me again?” you asked.
“What? Why would you say that?”.
“You wouldn’t take your eyes off the phone and you keep smiling at it. You are completely ignoring me and today I caught you flirting with her again”.
“Don’t you trust me? You always think that I’m talking to Christine”.
“That’s because you always are” you yelled.
“I never say anything when you are talking to one of your exes. And I don’t constantly accuse you of cheating on me” he shouted.
“Well, I didn’t flirt with my exes and I definitely did not cheat on you with one like you did. So of course I’m gonna be suspicious of you”.
“It was one time for god’s sake”.
“Twice. You did it twice”.
“The other time we were just kissing” he defended.
“And that’s not considered cheating? Jesus, Stephen! Get your head out of your ass and wake the fuck up. You are not the center of the fucking universe!”.
“What do you want me to do about it, huh? It’s in the past and clearly you can’t move on and I can’t change the past so.what.do.you.want me.to do?” he repeated the question.
“Look out!” another car has appeared on the road.
Stephen turned the car left and ended up going off the road. The car fell of the side of a mountain and crashed.
—
“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay” he woke up at the sound of Cristine trying to reassure him.
“Where’s Y/n?” he spoke hoarsely.
“The doctors did everything they can”.
“Where is she?”.
“Stephen, you need to calm down”.
“No, no. I need to see her… what have you done to my hands?” when he saw the fixators on his hands, he started to panic and they had to give him a sedative.
When he calmed down and woke up again he spoke gently “I need to see her, please!” he begged.
“Alright. I’ll tell the doctor to move you to her room” Christine approved.
You were in a coma in the ICU. You neck was broken, shards of glass have cut your face and upper body, your arm was sprainted and you had bruises all over your body.
When Stephen saw the state you were in, he started crying “it’s all my fault. I did this. I did this to her. I never should’ve fought with her!”.
“Hey, she’ll be okay”.
“You don’t know that. She might die at any moment and the worst thing is, she’ll die angry at me. I’ll never be able to apologize or hear her voice again. God! I just want her back”.
“Hey, hey! You should focus on getting better yourself, so when she wakes up, you can be there for her and not have her worry about you, okay?”.
—
Weeks have passed and there was no change or improvement. Stephen focused on getting better, but he never left your side. He sat next to you day and night and when he slept, he made a doctor watch over you until he woke up.
“Y/n, it’s been three weeks. Come back to me and I promise I’ll never make you sad again. We’ll start over wherever you want. Just come back to me, please!… I miss you so much. I miss your voice, the sound of your laughter, even our small little fights and the things you did to make me go nuts. I’ll never complain about them again, I promise”.
“Stephen?” you muttered.
“Y/n? Hey, I need a doctor now!” he yelled.
“I’m sorry”.
“No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. From now on, I’ll always be there for you. I will never let you down again” he kissed your hand.
—
“So, I can do whatever I like now, huh?” you smirked while feeding him with your other hand.
“Did I say that? I can’t recall”.
“Oh, yes you did. I heard it loud and clear. Alright, maybe not loud, but I heard you. You sounded real cute when you were worried about me” you teased.
A/N: I’m still working on part 4 of WITD, but here’s some angsty Ex!Steve while you guys wait. It is part of the Hey, Stephen series, but can be read as a standalone. Oh, and I’m also working on a prequel series with Steve and the reader’s relationship that goes from The Avengers through Civil War.
Summary: Steve and Y/N reflect back on the past.
One thing was for sure, Steve didn’t like London. It was cold, and rainy, and everyone drove on the left side of the street. Anytime he did anything the wrong way, they shook their heads and said “silly American.”
Hiding from the world wasn’t easy. He had to grow a beard, let his hair grow darker. It was like he was a new person. He’d taken up smoking again. The serum kept it from hurting him, so it was consequence free.
It had been two and a half years since everything happened. Two and half years since he left her. He wondered what she was doing now. He knew he had no right to wonder, he had been the one to cheat on her with Sharon and break her heart.
He hoped she was okay. She had been in an accident during the Accords. Paralyzed from the waist down.
He still missed her, still loved her. He saw her everywhere, and in everything. Sweet little Y/N. The smart, yet naive girl he fell in love with. Except that’s only his vision of Y/N. No wonder he didn’t recognize her right away.
Request by anon: Can we have a stephen strange x reader where the reader was his nurse after the accident. They don’t get along at first but they eventually grow close. What will happen when her services are no longer needed/they fight?
Warnings: none, just pure angst and Stephen and reader being complete assholes to each other. Might do part 2, idk. Hope you like it, anon!
Stephen woke up suddenly. His senses being alert; he felt presence he didn’t know. He raised his gaze to the person next to him, and there you were. Y/N, he thought. You were currently by his side, changing his serum to keep him hidratated.
He knew you, well, at least he had seen you around the hospital. You barely talked to each other properly, just for work you did so, and he reminded himself of the girl that was standing before him.
You turned to the doctor on the bed, and smiled a little at him. “I see you’re awake.”
“Where’s Christine?” Stephen asked barely. He remembered her being there a few hours ago, when he just woke up from his accident and thought he could make a better work for his own hands.
“She’s busy right now,” you said softly. “I will take care of you from today. If you need something just tell me, okay?”
He took one more breath. “Leave.”
That left you a little surprised, but considering it came from Doctor Stephen Strange, you did as he said. With a nod, you walked away and closed the door behind you.
Stephen let out a sigh. God, it was so difficult for him to accept his faith from now.
***
A couple of days later, he was able to eat properly. You stayed there, sitting by his side with a tray and his light dinner: some smashed potatoes and a bowl of soup. With the spoon in your hand, you blew the soup so it can be on the right temperature for Stephen.
“This is ridiculous,” he mentioned. You stopped with the spoon in the air, before it could get to him.
You were feeding him, like a child, and you knew he hated to be treated like one.
“What? What is it?” you asked. Stephen searched all over your face for any hint, like if you were making fun of his situation or just pitying him like most people at the hospital. “I’m not pity on you, Stephen. You can’t move your hands and you need to eat or you’ll starve to death.”
“I was at the border of it, it will be none like it.”
You sighed and just fell down on your sit one more time.
“I really don’t understand this, because you used to take care of all this sick people, making extremely hard surgeries on them. But now, you can’t let someone else help you in this situation,” you spat.
Stephen rolled his eyes from his bed. “Oh, please. Now you’re trying to make feel guilty, it’s not working.”
“Don’t worry, if you wouldn’t like to have it I’ll take it,” rising your brows, you took a spoonful of the soup. You didn’t take lunch that day, so you’d go for it for sure.
He stared at you, and in that moment he knew that you weren’t treating him like one of your patients. You were kind towards them and harsh with some of your co-workers, you treated people as they treated you. But he wasn’t a normal patient. He was Stephen Strange.
And you accompanied him during his difficult days. Of course, you were his asigned nurse; you had to help him to eat, to bath himself and made sure he got to therapy, however the last one didn’t work. And then, the days became weeks and those became months. Stephen learnt how to grow fond of you, but eventually that changed.
Suddenly, he was spending all his money and hopes to get his hands back. He felt lost when nobody couldn’t make anything to help him, and also your presence was making him sick. Everything all around him was. Especially you.
That friday night, you just finished cleaning his apartment and then headed directly to the kitchen to make dinner for him. Stephen was now able to, at least, hold the forks and spoons, but still some of the easiest task were hard for his hands to make them.
As you were cutting some vegetables on the table, you heard him grunt and toss some papers on the floor. He was still trying to find a cure and it hurted you to see him like this. You weren’t his nurse anymore, but his friend. Sort of, if someone asked.
You sighed, and walked towards him on the living room.
“You need to stop doing that,” your voice made him stare at you from his seat.
“Oh, now you’re telling me how this works for me. Great,” Stephen replied with sarcasm. Posion sarcasm.
“Stephen, stop making this to you! It’s just going to get worse!” you begged. “It’s not good for your mental health, you’re getting crazy.”
“No, you stop telling me what I need to do!” Stephen exploded. He stood up and walked to you. “You don’t know what is best or worst for me, you don’t know how it is to keep living like this. My hands were my work, they were my life,” he hissed between his teeth.
“And you can still try and make a sense for your life, it’s not the end of the world for it,” you replied, arms crossed in your chest.
“Of course not, Y/N, for you it isn’t!” he yelled back. “And to be honest, I don’t know what the hell are you doing here! You’re always here, even if I didn’t ask you to come! I’m just another charity work for your self steem!”
His answer made your eyes wet. More because of anger than for sadness or dissapointment.
“You want to know why?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. “Because you’re an arrogant asshole who cannot stand to be in this position, you need help and you know it, but you are just so dumb to take it! Even if no one else will do it because you are just so annoying to be around! And no one, ever would volunteer to be here as I did, not even Christine!”
With that, you both stayed silent. You stared at him, he was unshaven, with shaking hands and all his aura felt like he was just waiting to die to find a cure. He was a mess. As you also were. You knew he would ask you to leave again, so you just took your purse from the coffee table before he talked on the almost empty apartment and headed to the door, closing it behind you.
“Good luck, Stephen.”
You let out a breath, and sobbed a little, but you didn’t cry. You felt so stupid, thinking it could change something on him. It became worst.
Bookstores and dates ││Stephen Strange x Fem! Reader
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Fem! Reader
Word count:759
Summary: Stephen Strange have never felt lonelier than now. The Sanctum Sanctorum echoed with silence. Wong’s occasional visits kept him somewhat grounded, but they never filled the void. That all changed when he met her.
Warnings: none, just pure fluff :)
Stephen was no stranger to loneliness. He felt it before and he felt it now. It ripped his heart apart, shards of it falling to the ground like broken mirrors. It consumed him.
The first time he felt loneliness was when he gave up Christine. He truly loved her and letting her go hurt. He had Wong by his side, but most of the time, it was just him and the Cloak drinking tea in the morning and protecting the multiverse together.
But then she came. With sparkling eyes and a bright smile, she collided into him and tore his walls down brick by brick. She worked at a bookstore near the Sanctum Sanctorum. He stumbled upon the bookstore one day he took it all for himself, and started going there ever since just to see her, to relish in the peace she gave him by just being in his presence.
Today was no different. The bell above the door chimed when he entered. Smells of chocolate, books and dust drifted in the air and filled his lungs. The bookstore was cramped with books from top to bottom, unevenly placed. The Rolling Stones were quietly filling the silence. Light was streaming in from the small windows near the front desk and the door. It gave off cosy vibes, something he didn’t find at the Sanctum. The place reminded him of her, in that way. Warm. Nice. Homey.
“One sec!” said a voice from the back.
He could recognize that voice anywhere. It was hers.
He approached the front desk. An open book laid faced down on it, a bookmark with sunflowers drawn on it sticking out.“Wuthering heights” by Emily Brontë.
“Sorry for the delay, I was just putting some things in the back!”
Her voice sounded so much closer now, a vanilla scent wrapping him in a warm embrace.
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
She was now next to him, going around behind the desk. Her eyes met his, a glint in them. He wondered if she saw the emotion swirling in his own eyes, if she could read him like an open book.
“You read Wuthering heights?”
“It’s a classic.”
“Should I take that as a yes?”
She was smirking now. Stephen felt his own lips curling up.
“It depends. Do you like it so far?”
Her smirk turned into a blinding smile, her eyes crickling.
“I do.”
“Then, yes, I did read it.”
She shook her head, picking up her book, a smile still edged on her face.
“Can I do something for you, Stephen? Do you want some books? Maybe serve you some tea while I’m at it?”
She knew his name. Somehow, he thought she saw him as an old client, an avid reader who came by almost every week.
“You know my name?”
She sat up straighter and looked him in the eyes with a soft smile.
“Well, you’re not just any client, are you? Everyone knows you, especially after that Thanos, or whatever his name, was happened.”
“Do they?”
She turned her gaze to the book in front of her, a pink dusting her cheeks.
“I know I do” she muttered.
He still heard it though, and it made his heart skip a beat. He started toying with his wrist watch,a gift from Christine. He still had it, the watch kept him grounded and reminded him of a time he no longer missed, but cherished.
“I’m flattered.”
She hummed, her attention still on the words in front of her.
“So? Books?”
He smirked, looking at her.
“Or tea.”
Her laughter filled the bookstore, over the music playing from the pick-up in the corner. It reached his ears, like wind chimes. It was angelic, pure even. “If this is how heaven sounds like, I wouldn’t regret dying tomorrow”.
“That was a joke.”
“This one wasn’t. Have tea with me. Or coffee, whatever you want. Just let me take you out one time. We can talk about books, music. About each other. I’d really like to get to know you, Y/N.”
At first, she didn’t say anything. She just stared at him, an eyebrow arched. Her hands were still clutching the book, and her eyes were searching his. Stephen was starting to think he screwed up, until her face morphed into soft, warm eyes and a sweet smile.
“Earl Grey is my favourite. Remember that, as I have a feeling we’ll see each other over tea often.”
Bonus:
“How did you know my name?”
“Your name tag.”
“Right, of course.”
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Author’s note: This was supposed to be an angsty fic, but somehow it turned, along the way, into a fluffy bookstore AU one. Not complaining though, I had loads of fun writing it! And i hope you had fun reading it :)
It is also my first fic ever! So any feedback would be welcome, be it a like, a comment or a reblog. Thanks for reading! Sending love xx
I love me some soft Stephen after a long day. Absolutely adorable
Summary: Stephen goes to Christine’s wedding, where you’re the maid of honor.
Warnings: Mild MOM spoilers (it’s literally just the wedding in the trailer), fem!reader, flirting, weddings, Stephen-typical swearing
Rating:PG
“Doctor Strange,” someone called softly. The voice came like a dream, and the hands that touched his shoulders felt like heaven. The way you said his name was clearly informal, no matter the title. “You should sleep soon. C’mon.”
“Oh, Y/N,” he groaned in exhaustion, “I just have to finish this report. Go home without me.”
He felt lips brush against his. “I would, but I can’t leave without my favorite man in the whole wide world. That would be inhumane. What if he can’t drive himself home?” You leaned against the back of his hair, letting your fingers play with whatever they wanted.
Summary: A tragic romance blossomed in the darkest corners of hydra, much like the purple saxifrage that blooms in an ice desert. Their story was destined to be forgotten as fate changed its plans for the poor couple.
Warnings:angst, hydra, insinuations of suffering torture, mentions of depression, probably a swear word, winter soldier not talking much, first person pov
Pairing: Winter soldier x reader (For now known as NYX but eventually will go to Y/N)
Word count:1079
A/N:I was thinking of doing a mini series of this depending on how well it does but idk. I hope you like it tho
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I pulled my knees up to my chest trying to get comfortable on the stiff and rock solid bed that lay beneath me. When I wasn’t sent on missions for hydra I was locked up in my room forced to listen to my thoughts. I didn’t like what i was forced to do; I don’t think anyone liked what they made us do, but I much rather perform missions than lay here and dwell on my poor excuse of a life. During missions I could finally have a miniscule amount of freedom, doing things like walking in the streets, going to the market, staying in a motel maybe a hotel if I got lucky, but most importantly I could pretend I was normal. Growing up with hydra after graduating from the red room made me a perfect weapon… Placed me above the Black widow and on the same pedestal as the ‘Winter soldier’. We had yet to cross paths but we resided in the same base.
There was a knock on the door and I quickly stood erect, ready for an assignment. “From now on you will have a partner and you will carry out missions together.” The headman of this hydra base uttered.
“Follow me.” He ordered and turned on his heels as he began striding towards ‘my’ new room.
Once we arrived I waited for him to enter first but he pushed me in and shut the door. I clenched my jaw and slowly stood up. I quickly scanned the room- there was one large mattress with a few blankets near the wall, a metal desk with a small lamp and a chair, a closed door which probably lead to the bathroom, a small refrigerator, and a hunched over figure on the bed.
“You’re the winter soldier” I muttered as I sat on the chair. He grunted and continued to glare at his hand.
“How long have you been here?” I asked as I observed him.
“don’t know…” He huffed as he raised his eyes to meet mine.
A broken man, that’s what he was. I felt sorry for him but there wasn’t much I could do to help our current situation.
“You ever smoke?” I asked, digging into my pocket and pulled out some cigarettes and a lighter I stole from one of the guards earlier. He shook his head and I handed him one. He stared up at me confused.
I sighed “Just try it”. He took it, took a long drag, and handed it back to me so I could do the same.
“Do you know your story? Or did they you know” I pointed to my finger to my head and spun it in circles insinuating to the memory swiper they used to scramble the brains of the uncooperative assassins. He didn’t respond so I assumed the latter.
“Do you want to know?” I murmured as I took a deep drag of the cigarette. He looked at me with interest.
“You know who I was?” he asked and I shook my head.
“No, but I can find out.”
“They’ll kill you.”
I smirked at the wall “ It’s a win win situation.” He sighed and took the cigarette from me smoking it once again.
“Why do they call you Nyx?” he asked looking at me.
“You’ve heard of me? I guess i’ve made myself quite the reputation… The name was given to me a few years ago, I’m known for striking at night so people started calling me Nyx.” He hummed and we smoked in silence for a while before we heard a knock on the door.
“You have a mission.” Once of the henchman called out and threw us our gear through a slot in the door.
My forehead touched the window as we drove to a far away city to start our mission.
“Impressive, our target is the head researcher on hydra at shield. Guess she got too much information on them.” I commented while reading aloud the details of our mission to the soldier as he drove to the place we were staying.
“We have to be careful, she must be heavily guarded since she’s in that kind of position” I muttered to myself.
We arrived as the sun was setting and stationed ourselves at a motel near a busy market in the city. We changed into our civilian clothes and I headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” I heard Winters gruff voice mutter as my hand landed on the door knob.
“I’m going to the night market.” I replied ready to leave.
“Why? It’ll be better if we stay here”. I snorted.
“It would be better if we weren’t here at all. Anyway i’m going, want anything?” he shook his head and I sighed muttering a quick ‘suit yourself’ before leaving. I smiled as the chilly october air hit my nostrils and the unfamiliar aroma of foreign foods enveloped my space.
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After hours of wondering the streets and parks the city had to offer, I made my way back to the motel. After closing the door I was met with the familiar cocking of a gun.
“It’s just me, you can put the gun away. I hope you’re hungry because I brought food.” I presented the bag to him. He eyed it curiously and sat down.
“What” I snorted “Everytime I offer you anything you look at it like it’s the first thing you’ve seen in years.” his gaze momentarily shifted down and his arms crossed but he didn’t speak.
I clicked my tongue and looked up. That poor bastard had been through too much. I shook my head. Of course I’m well aware of the tactics hydra used to push its agenda, they’d been used on me but I learned very quickly to block them out and repress them. It seemed like he had yet to learn that and the more I observed him the more I realized just how shattered he was from the inside out. We ate in a heavy silence as I pondered just how much he had actually suffered.
“We take her out tonight.” he muttered.
“What?”
“The target. We take her out tonight and return to hydra tomorrow morning.” I nodded and started to gear up.
A/n: another dream I had, maybe I’ll keep posting them. If you guys don’t mind. Also I tagged characters with a medical degree but could again go for a lot of characters
Trigger warning: hospital, needles, death, CPR
Y/n was an exchange student from another hospital, she was working an internship for her specialist degree on that ward. A doctor from her own hospital was following a lecture that was given there and had promised to meet up after her shift.
Her shift went by quickly until half of the nursing staff had to go to a meeting. Leaving her and a nursing student in charge of the ward for the final half hour.
“I’m going to room 11 to do the final check-ups.” Y/n told the student.
She greeted the patient as she rolled her computer in, putting in his vital signs and finishing up her report. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No it is best if you go honey.”
It always freaked her out a bit when patients said stuff like that. From behind her computer she could see him put a syringe in a vase with a needle still attached. If that wasn’t odd enough he reached out and put what looked like pills in his mouth.
“What was that?”
“Nothing honey, I think it’s best if you just leave now." This time he sounded much more annoyed
"What kind of pills were they?” She moved her computer out of the way to walk towards the man. When she did he suddenly was holding a hand full of syringes. As a first reaction she grabbed the mans hand and emptied the syringes with her other. “Not on my watch.” She told him before reaching out for the mergency button, but it didn’t work. Confused by why it didn’t work she lost focus and the control of the man his hand. The next thing she felt were the needles piercing into her arm, causing her to scream but also to hit the button for a code blue as a reaction. This time it did work. The man only grinned, he sat down and took the rest of his pills. Y/n heard feet rushing towards the room, but she had collapsed on the floor “It’s not a code blue.” She managed to say “He took pills, and the syringes.” She pointed towards her arm before passing out.
Downstairs the lecture had finished and He found his way upstairs to meet with y/n for coffee. He got pushed aside by 2 nurses rushing towards a room with a crashcart. He hestated a moment before sprinting after it. When he arrived he saw y/n passed out on the floor. “Y/n!” He rushed inside the room quickly assesing the situation as the doctor in charge was slowly putting on his gloves “Sir, could you not do that.” The doctor in the hallway said
“SIR?! He yelled agitated "YOU should start doing your job!”
“She herself said it was not a code blue.” The doctor in the hallway replied again calmly.
The patient who took the pills was escorted out but the two jurses, but y/n had started foaming at the mouth and He didn’t feel a pulse. Without hesitation he started chestcompressions and yelled orders at the doctor in the hallway before turning back to y/n “Come on y/n, you can’t leave me now.”
I’ve seen some creators on here offering up their services in exchange for donations to humanitarian relief funds for Ukraine and have decided to join in. If you make a donation to Razom and send me a screenshot I’ll write you whatever you want.
