If you're in a Wrecker mood may I also requested 16. “I got you, it’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay.” for him bc u know I love hurt and comfort 👀
Accident Prone
Bro yes, of course. We love comforting our space teddy bear 😩
Wrecker x NB! Reader: "I got you, it's going to be okay, you're going to be okay."
Warnings: angst and fluff guys. Wrecker being clumsy. I've been thinking about how he got his face scars and kind just went with this.
Words: 768
Tag List: @murdertoothpick @andiebell2023 @kaitou2417 @tacticalsparkles @baroclinicinstability @captain-rexs-girlfriend @kirinpl
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"Wrecker!" You shouted when you saw him come back to the Marauder with his brothers. Your friend was in and out of consciousness as he had Tech and Hunter on either side of him. His helmet under Crosshairs arm. Leavibg his bloodied face uncovered.
"I can't feel my face," he muttered as they hauled him past you. You following by like a worried, mother hen. "What happened?" You asked with a shrill voice as they laid him down. Tech rushing to the cockpit to ready the engines. Crosshair shutting the door of the Marauder.
"He was caught in crossfire, a droid set off a detonator near him and he got most the damage." Hunter told you. Watching as you moved over to help with his wounds.
Crosshair handing you and Hunter both a damp towel.
Wreckers eyes opened to look at you. Though his one eye was practically gone. You cringed, and he caught sight of it with his good eye, frowning a bit. "Bad?" He asked. Voice wavy. Evident that he was in a lot of pain.
"You're going to be okay, Wrecker. Okay? I'm here for you." You told him. Dabbing some of the areas on his face with the cloth. The areas you could tell weren't that sensitive. He let out a scream when Hunter pressed the cloth on a wound. Tears pricking his eye. You reached over to grab his hand and sush him. Trying to keep him calm as Hunter hurried to remove some of the pieces he knew wouldn't kill him.
The ride back to Kamino was rough, to say the least. You spent most of it comforting Wrecker. While the rest tried to help stop the bleeding and fly there without crashing the ship. Since everyone was worried for their brother, your friend.
You went to their quarters as they unloaded the brute and brought him to the medical center. Grabbing his Lula for him. You knew it would be the one thing that helped hold him together. No matter what sort of eye roll Crosshair gave you, you knew it would make him feel better.
It took almost 3 hours of you pacing back and forth in front of the medical center with Lula in your arms before you could go in and see them. You got a few weird glances from clones since you weren't a Kaminoan or a clone, yourself. You were "normal," compared to them.
You stepped through the doorway. Creeping up to the bed to see Wrecker looking away. A frown on your lips. "Hey there," he wouldn't look at you. So you reached out. Placing a hand on his good arm. "I brought you somethin," you spoke gently.
You handed him the tooka doll, and watched his eyes light up. "Thank you," his voice was quieter than normal, but you were sure the burns hurt too much for him to move his mouth a lot.
"I probably look horrible." He stated, causing you to shrug.
"I'd say you look better than you would six feet under." He grinned at that. A wince following after.
"What if I don't recover?" He asked. Eyes darting down. "They'll throw me out, I'm already a reject."
You frowned. Sitting in a chair next to the bed. Watching as he tried to move up, but you placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Wrecker, I got you, it's going to be okay, you're going to be okay." You soothed him. Rubbing his shoulder with a smile.
His eye watched you. Half smiling back. The most he could, at least. Without hurting himself.
"Can you hold my hand, like you did on the ship?" He asked. You felt your stomach tense at his words. Your smile growing sheepish as you glanced down to his free hand. That was now open and free of the doll. Waiting patiently for you to place your smaller hand in his.
"'Course," you placed your hand in his. Watching as your fingers intertwined. To think it took an explosion and him nearly dying for this to happen was beyond the both of you.
"You're really pretty, y'know." He spoke, and you giggled. Rolling your eyes.
"You're on pain medication right now, Wrecker. Say that again when you're sober." You leaned in to press a kiss to his temple. A giddy smile on his face. "Sure thing, gorgeous." "You're a dork." You followed his words. Using your free hand to rub his wrist a bit while.you pulled his hand into your lap. Watching as he drifted back to sleep with a rather content smile.
