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summary: you wake up in the hospital your friend works in after trying to bring her lunch.
warnings: reader might have a concussion, reader has a bandage on their head, reader has a headache, reader and samira live together [roommatess!!], medical inaccuracies, falling off the stairs, dr robinavitch mentioned, whittaker being nosy, might be OOC [sorry again:(], blink and you miss it angst, mostly fluff ? crack fic ? short word count
note: THIRD samira x reader fic yippee, i might rewatch season 1 again in the weekend to refresh my memory i havent watched the rest of season 2 yet but i watched the first episode.. uh english is not my first language so im sorry if theres some words that dont seem right but im open for criticisms:D the bob in the end again ❤️
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The first thing you registered when you woke up was the bright light that immediately assaulted your eyes and generously amplified your pulsing headache.
The second thing was that you were feeling really drowsy and that you have something on your nose, a nasal cannula. And lastly, your body felt a bit more tender than usual, especially your face. When you reach your hand to check your head, you felt a bandage wrapped around it. You don't remember getting here, you don't even know why you're here!
The last thing you remembered doing was leaving your shared apartment with Samira's lunch packed in your bag; since she forgot to pack it before leaving again then-
You remembered the stairs! You remembered rushing then tripping on something, though you're not too sure, the pain you hardly registered from the panic, then the fall. You don't remember much anymore after you reached the bottom but you felt your head collided with something hard and an audible crack before everything went black.
You're still trying to get your bearings when the door opened and someone walked in, you immediately recognized that it was Samira and your body gradually relaxed. She rolled a stool next to your bedside while her tired and worried gaze was still entirely focused on you before settling in.
"Heyyyy..-" You tried to smile but it ended in a grimace when a pulse of pain, that made your eyes close and your brows furrow, passed your head; when you opened them again, Samira was already assessing your condition with her consistently tired eyes you usually come home to after her shift. After a beat she finally spoke, "I was worried about you. When I saw you were getting wheeled here I.. I got so..-" She abruptly stopped, the words seemed to get stuck in her throat as she looked away, you noticed that she was trying to subtly control her breathing, you bend your head a bit to try and meet her gaze but she keeps avoiding it. Your hand slowly inched towards hers before it found leverage to hold her. Samira lets your hand intertwine with hers, squeezing your hand a few times before she finally looks at you again.
"It's okay, I'm alright now, see?" "... I was just worried.." "I know. You're always worried about me, but I'm fine now?" She raised a brow at your unsure tone before gently pulling your hand a little closer to her. "You have to be more careful nowadays, okay? And you have to tell me how this happened once you're discharged.." Her thumb was absentmindedly drawing circles on your hand, you were trying to listen to her but her touch was distracting you, it was getting hard to not only focus on her hand, it didn't lessen your headache but it was distracting you enough from the pain.
You snapped back to the present when Samira repeated your name again, "Did you hear what I said?" "Huh?? Uh yeaaahh?? You.. were asking me about...... theeee.... yeah." Samira looked unamused. "I was asking if you feel any pain besides the headache, looks like you're still quite confused. Someone will come here later to clean and reapply your bandage, get some rest in the meantime." The tenderness of her voice made the silence between you settle in before you asked, "Ah, did I come in here with a bag? I packed your lunch there.. did you get it?" Samira didn't recall you with a bag, but she did recall your pale complexion when you first arrived, she shook her head. "Really? I got here just for nothing.. did you at least eat, and no, those bars in the vending machine don't count." "I did have some energy bars- and a fruit." You let out an exaggerated sigh at her 'lunch', "Seriously? You know what, from this day on, the first thing you're gonna pack and put in your bag is your FOOD, understand?" You noticed her lips quirk a little, she rested her face on your hand and was about to banter back when the door opened and a mousy looking boy stepped in.
"Doc-" The boy stopped for a second when his gaze found your hand intertwined with Samira resting her face on it, the angle the boy was in though looked like she was placing a kiss on your hand, he seemed to process it for a second before remembering why he was there and continuing, "Doctor Mohan? Doctor Robby is asking for you.." She stared at the boy before pulling her hand back from yours, you almost reached out for her again before you steeled your resolve, she has a job to do. "I'll be right there, Whittaker." Samira flashed you a tight lipped smile before standing up, "I'll come back to check on you later, get some rest."
You were a bit bummed seeing her go but you still nod at her, she looked at you for a bit longer before leaving the room. Whittaker has a subtle knowing look flicking between you and the door Samira just left in and one of his brows is raised, the air in the room felt awkward before he cleared his throat and left.
You hope that boy didn't get the wrong idea and accidentally spread the idea of Samira having a partner, though there's a part of you that doesn't seem to mind being seen as that.
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