Scandal
Part 29 - more here
Pairing- Cillian Murphy and Reader - Not based on real life.
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"Y/n? Y/n? Can you hear us?" a voice echoed in the distance.
"Female, 32, stab wound beside the lower left spine. No allergies. Happened within the last hour, morphine given...."
The voice faded away again, you felt like you had been lifted up. Someone holding you. Feeling like you were moving or were you dreaming? You suddenly couldn't remember going to bed. Harper.... had you put Harper to bed? Oh no... it all came rushing back.... Eva ... she was there in your home. And she had...
"Sharp scratch, Y/n," a voice spoke next to your ear, "Can you hear us, open your eyes for me?"
A deep voice echoed around you, yet you couldn’t place it. The light spilled into the room like a relentless wave, forcing you to squint your eyes shut tighter. It was far too bright, it made you want to retreat into the comforting darkness.
“Can I come with her?” Cillian pleaded, urgency lacing his voice. The paramedic informed him, that he would have to follow in his car.
He dashed around the house like a whirlwind, his hands moving frantically as he gathered essentials for Harper. He tossed milk and bottles into the changing bag, along with pyjamas and nappies. He struggled for a moment with her coat, fumbling to put it back on. His brow furrowed in concentration as he searched for her hat amid the chaos.
Hands shaking.
In that moment, his gaze fell upon you, lying on the stretcher. The harshness of the scene, contrasting with his desperate attempts to prepare for the journey ahead. The police and paramedics had to carry you up, from the basement. You had been unconscious, but luckily still breathing. A mask was covering your face.
Launching forward, he held the stretcher. "Y/n, baby I'm here, I'm coming with you," he rushed out before they could whisk you away. Tears flowing freely from his eyes. "You keep fighting," How had this happened? His whole life had changed in the space of a few minutes.
It was all crashing down around him.
"We need to go," he was informed by the medical team as they rushed from the house.
"W... will, will she be ok?" he asked, patting Harper on her back, as she cried.
"We will try our best," was the parting words, making him feel empty.
You could hear murmurs in the background, which tugged at your consciousness. But your eyelids felt impossibly heavy, resisting any attempt to open them. A gentle hand pressed on your shoulder, urging you to respond. "Three, two, one... turn," someone directed, with a coordinated effort, the team carefully rolled you onto your side.
You felt the cool air against your skin, as they began to cut away your top, revealing the injury beneath. The ambulance staff had already done their best to dress the wound, wrapping it tightly to stave off infection.
"Let's take a blood sample, and get the IV topped up," a Doctor ordered, closing the curtains. They knew who you were and were trying to respect your privacy. "Phone through for a CT Scan, let's hope it hasn't damaged any organs,"
"Yes, Doctor," the male nurse responded, as the team began to remove your dressing and assess the damage.
Hissing softly through clenched teeth, your eyes snapped open, wide with shock. The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room flooded your vision. A throbbing pain radiated throughout your body. You could feel your heart racing and the sweat beading on your forehead. Even though your body felt cold.
A calming voice cut through the confusion, gently asserting. "Just relax, Y/n. You are in St. Martin's General Hospital.”
The words were meant to soothe, but they felt distant as you struggled to grasp reality. Hospital? "Breathe through this mask, nice and slow," As the oxygen mask was placed back onto your face, you followed their instructions. Hoping it helped with the pain.
After pulling into the first available parking space, Cillian turned off the engine and took a moment to gather himself. He opened the boot and retrieved the pram, placing Harper inside adjusting her blanket to keep her warm. Feeling a renewed sense of panic, he reached for his phone. Dialling his sisters number, hoping she could come and collect Harper.
He needed to be with you.
Taking another deep breath, the pain stung your back. Eyes darting around the room, at the amount of people surrounding you. "That's it, you are doing so well. We need to take you for a scan," You managed a small nod is response, which felt like a huge effort.
Three hours Cillian had been waiting, his sister remained with him, while Harper slept. He had paced back and forth so much in the private room, he was surprised there was any soles left on his shoes. Picking up his cold coffee, he took a gulp.
“Should I go and ask again?” His voice cut the heavy silence. Sile responded with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
With a trembling hand, she reached for a tissue and gently dabbed at the tears pooling in her eyes. To her, you were like a sister. Even after the circumstances that led to your separation, she was there for you. As she sat there, lost in thought, Sile ran her fingers along the cool surface of her crucifix.
A silent prayer, that someone was watching over you.
"Now this machine is loud, Y/n, we will but some headphones on you," a nurse informed you, watching your eyes widen with panic. "I will be right here,"
"Do.. do you know if my husband is here?" you asked, your voice trembling. “And … my daughter, she will want feeding,” Your throat felt parched, each word coming out like a whisper. You were so tired, just wanting to sleep.
"I will find out, ok? Just relax," she reassured, closing your eyes, you tired to follow her instructions. How deep was the injury? Would you need surgery? Where was Eva now?
As the door opened, Cillian rushed towards Doctor Blackwood. "What's happening?" he rushed out, "Where's Y/n? Is she... Can I see her?" Sile stood from her chair, pulling Cillian back to give the Doctor some space.
"Your wife has been taken for a CT Scan, so we can check for internal damage." he pushed his glasses up his nose, as he read the notes. "She is stable, all her vitals are good, we will know more after the scan,"
Cillian's shoulders visibly relaxed, "The police are here and they want to speak to you, Mr Murphy," Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes, really? Now? You were his priority, he needed to see you. Needed to hold your hand.
Harper let out a cry from her pram, as Sile rushed to her niece.
"After I see my wife," Cillian stated, his voice firm. He waited another half an hour, before he could see you. Pausing, he leant against the wall, outside of the room where they had taken you. Desperately trying to control his emotions. He had to stay strong for you, and Harper.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open you door. You looked so small and fragile laying on the bed. Your skin pale, eyes closed. Wires attached to drip, going into your veins. Machines beeping. And it was because of him...
It was all because of him...
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