Hello! I loved all the 3 parts of the Leonor fic 💗 can i request one where the reader is the doctor at barca and Gavi gets seriously injured during a match and basically her being very worried about the whole thing?
Omg, I read the request wrong first and wrote a completely different scenario😭
But yeah, I redid it, and here ya go <33
"He's not responding!"
The moment he fell to the ground, I saw my entire world crumble right before my eyes. It wasn't like any fall he, or anyone else here, ever had before. This one was brutal. "Y/N, what are you doing? We need you man!" Enrique, my co-worker shook me vigorously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he too realized the severity of the situation.
I instantly snapped myself back to reality, and ran to the middle of the field as fast as I could, pushing past the players who had assembled there, surrounding the whimpering boy who sobbed into the ground, not facing anyone, just clutching his leg that was twisted at an unnatural angle.
"EVERYONE OUTTA THE WAY!" Xavi yells, making more room for me as I kneeled down next to the struggling boy. "I need backup!" I shout, and within a few seconds, other medics joined me too, helping me place the boy on the stretcher. He groans in pain, his face covered with blood due to a nasty cut.
"Sh shh... It's okay, you're okay." I try comforting him as Enrique and Thomas lifted the stretcher up. "Pablo, stay with me." I say, running beside the two boys who rushed him to the locker room before calling an ambulance if required. "Y-Y/N..." He whimpers weakly. "We're almost there, bebé..." I assure him, trying to remain calm.
"M-my leg-" He whispers. "It'll be alright." I gulp, freaking out but not showing it. "I promise, everything's gonna be alright." I kick the doors open, and Enrique and Thomas take him to the medical room. "Quick, get the kit." I tell Thomas after helping them place Pablo on the bed. "Help me clean his wounds." Enrique commands, fetching the materials.
I just nod and comply, washing his bloody face gently, but firmly. Pablo hisses in pain, shaking uncontrollably due to the pain and the shock. What happened to him out there was nothing less than pure savagery. "I'm sorry, mi amor. It'll all be over soon." I assure. cleaning his cuts now. Enrique applies some ointments on them, and Pablo screams in pain.
"Hey hey hey, it's okay. Just relax. Breathe!" I panic at the way he reacted. This was bad. So very bad. I give Thomas and Enrique a look, and they instantly realize what it conveyed, and nodded, pinning Pablo down as I sterilized his wounds. By the time I was done treating his face, tears began streaming down my own.
I hated seeing him like this.
He didn't deserve it. None of it! He's too pure to suffer like this, and for what? Scoring a goal? How petty can someone be to just mindlessly attack him like that?! "Pablito, no matter what happens, you hold on now, okay?" I then hold his face gently, staring into his innocent, chocolate brown eyes welled with tears.
He just nods a minute later, calming down a little, trusting me wholly, and unquestioning my actions. I just run my hand through his hair, getting them outta his face, and place a soft his on his forehead to reassure him, before moving on to his twisted leg. One glance and I could tell that it was more than just twisted.
It was dislocated!
"Oh boy-" I wince at the knee, knowing exactly what I had to do. "Y/N? Don't fucking do it." Thomas realizes what was up. "Y/N no way, we're gonna have to call the ambulance now." Enrique backs him up. "We don't have time for that now..." I mumble, knowing exactly how to fix it, but not necessarily being good at it.
I took in a deep breath, and with a rough tug or two, I popped it back in place, earning an ear piercing scream from my suffering boyfriend, tears rolling down his now red face as he squirmed around helplessly. "Hold on!" I cry, spotting another dislocation in his ankle. A minor one this time though. I quickly slid off his shoe, and pinned both his thighs down.
Examining some more, I quickly rushed my hands over to the spot, and with another yank, popped that back in place too. Pablo screams some more, but not as much as before. "It's all good now." I then rush over to him, waving the other two boys off as they decided to leave us alone, and call the ambulance.
Pablo continues wiggling and squirming and crying and shouting, but I just sit down, on the bed, beside him. "Oh Y/N..." He sobs now, burying his face into my thigh, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I am so so sorry this happened to you mi amor..." I wipe my tears, kissing his cheek.
"You have no idea how much it hurts me to see you like this." I sniffle, running my hand through his dark brown, fluffy hair as he continues sobbing in my lap. "Everything's gonna be alright, okay?" I repeat, kissing his cheek again, checking my watch for the time, wondering when the ambulance is gonna reach. "Promise?" He sniffles, in a lotta pain.
"I promise, mi cari ño..."