hear me out : abby who purposely gets hurt to see medic reader
a/n: just a short very rushed post TT (might turn it into a full fic teehee i love this idea) - I'll post my pending fics soon, one of them probably in a few hours cuz i js got home from uni n it's almost 8pm :3
The first time Abby saw you in the WLF’s medical bay, she couldn’t help but stare. You were standing over someone’s arm, stitching them up with practiced efficiency. Your face was calm, expression unreadable, and while you didn’t spare anyone more than a glance, there was something magnetic about you. Something she couldn’t place.
She knew she liked girls, knew it the same way she liked guys. It wasn’t new. But you? You were.
Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, unapologetic and unbothered by the chaos around you. You were nice enough when you needed to be, but there was a cold edge to your words that made people straighten up when you talked. Abby wasn’t sure why, but it made her want to keep watching.
The first time she came to see you, Manny was at her side. He was rattling on about how she could’ve dodged better during their patrol when Abby cut him off with a laugh. "It’s just a scratch." But it wasn’t just a scratch. She’d made sure of that.
You didn’t say much as you cleaned the cut on her arm. Just a quick "Sit still" when she fidgeted and a sharp "You’re not going to get far if you keep being reckless." Abby’s heart did something stupid when you said that. It felt like you’d seen right through her.
And maybe you had, because she found herself in your med bay again not long after. Then again. Each time, the injuries were small but deliberate—a scrape here, a bruise there. Enough to warrant a visit, not enough to stop her from heading back out.
"You keep showing up here," you said one day, not looking up from the gauze you were wrapping around her knuckles. "You’re either careless or stupid."
Abby smirked, ignoring the way her chest tightened at your tone. "Maybe I just like your company."
You glanced at her then, your expression unreadable as always. For a second, she thought you might laugh, but instead, you just shook your head and finished the bandage. "Try not to get hurt again, Anderson."
She didn't make any promises.