A Dr. Zed insert? Like anything I'll take it he just needs more fluff
Keep in mind i totally forgot about the fact that a New-U station exists and people donāt really die (Ooohhh it's been awhile since Iāve done anything in relation to borderlands)
To whoever sent this in, I am so so so so so sorry, I know you waited so long and I'm terrible at being timely. (Mod Bandit should be giving me personal deadlines)
āShit!ā (Y/n) hissed when they stumbled into Zedās place in Sanctuary. They slowly made their way to the medical table, hoping to not pass out. (Y/n) had gotten into a pretty nasty fight with the bandits just outside of sanctuary, receiving cuts and bruises all over their entire body. The bullet wound in their side wasnāt making anything better either, a painful reminder that bandits in large numbers arenāt something to be taken lightly, even if they are just bandits. (Y/n) groaned, dropping their weapons and heavy gear, and made their way to the operating table. Zed lifted his head at the commotion since he was restocking the vending machine and quickly made his way over to (Y/n).
āThe hell is all this?ā Zed gestures with a frown, ādamn, how many times am I going to have to sew you up before you realize you canāt just run around like a psycho?ā he says dramatically. He looks at their tired form and picks (Y/n) up gently and gently places them on the table, moving the bright overhead lamp so that Zed could get a better look. His eyes are scanning (Y/n)ās body rapidly, looking for any serious injuries that might need to be taken care of immediately. As his hand ghosts over the bullet wound at their side, he frowns, deciding to work on that first. As he gets his supplies from a nearby table, (Y/n) says tiredly, āLook, Zed, Sweetheart, it's not that bad.ā Zed only raises an eyebrow at their attempt to console him as he sets to work on his beloved and reckless S/O.
āJust hold still now, this will be over in a minute,ā Zed says as he gathers up his supplies and begins to fix (Y/n) up.
(time skip of a few hours brought to you by me not knowing anything about healing people~)
After (Y/n) was all sewn up and taken care of, Zed lifted them off the table and brought them to another room. (Y/n) didnāt bother to look around, they already knew from the lingering scent of alcohol in the room that it was Zedās. He brought them over to his bed and set them down, careful not to jar them, lest he tears something open and causes any more pain. Once he set them down, he gave them another once over, looking to see if anything changed between the table and now with a look of concern on his face. Once he was satisfied with what he saw, he went over and turned on one of the nearby lamps before returning to his S/O. Zed carefully laid down next to them, and wrapped his arms gently around (Y/n). As he gently ran his fingers through their hair, he said absentmindedly, āWhy do you keep doing this (Y/n)? There will come a time where you will get hurt and I will not be able to fix you up.ā When (Y/n) didnāt respond to him, Zed stopped stroking their hair and just held them close, breathing in their scent and just appreciating the fact his S/O was here with him. He didnāt expect a response, but he was surprised when when (Y/n) turned around and curled up to Zed, mumbling quietly, āBecause I need to find the vault before Jack does.ā
āNow why is that so important (Y/n)?ā he asked confused.
āSo that Jack doesnāt come for anyone...especially you,ā They say staring at Zed.
āAnd why would it matter if Jack came for me?ā he asked, trying to read the look in their eyes.
āBecause I love you.ā
P.S: Please forgive me anon
