Rich Appreciation Day 4
Words: 730
Fandom: Driven
Pairings: Roger & Reader (still nothing on the kissing front, and Roger thanks me for that)
Warnings: Mentions of a bit of blood, sewing up a wound
A/N: I probably could have gone a little deeper with the prompt but I still like it
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Chapter 4: Hurt/Comfort
Y/N felt the fog of unconsciousness lifting, and fought it hard. The softness under her back was the only small comfort she felt through the pain emanating from her shoulder. It came in and out in waves, a weight pressing down on her whole arm as pins and needles prickled through her skin.
She tried to roll to the side, to avoid the heaviness on her and drift back off to nothingness for a little while longer, but the weight only came back stronger, holding Y/N flat on her back and unable to move away. The waves of tingling in her shoulder rolled in and out faster, felt a little frantic and a lot more painful.
“Just hold still.”
A voice growled close to Y/N’s ear, hissed through teeth and on the wrong side of frustrated. Memories of the rain soaked ally and the demon on top of her flooded back in an instant, and Y/N’s adrenaline spiked. Before she could even open her eyes, Y/N was fighting. Her free hand flew on its own, the smack of skin against skin echoing around her as Y/N connected a slap to the face hunched too close to hers.
“Aaaahhoww!!”
All too quick she realized her mistake.
“Jesus!” Y/N yelled as she sat up like a shot, “Roger?!”
“The hell!?” Roger moaned, a hand covering his face, “I had a needle between my teeth!”
“Oh shit!” A glance down and Y/N caught sight of her half sewn stab wound, the thread hanging down to stick to the little bit of blood still left on her exposed arm. “God, I’m sorry! Are you ok?”
Roger groaned, checking his hand for his own blood. “Man, you sure can aim when you're unconscious,” he sniffed. “Got me right in the nose.”
“Sorry,” Y/N winced, clutching her arm. “But what the hell are you doing?”
“I was trying to finish stitching you up before you came to.” Roger let out a small laugh. “Guess I had the wrong idea.”
“No. No, it’s fine.” With a reassuring pat on his arm, Y/N settled back on the bed she found herself on. She found some comfort in Roger’s raised eyebrow, silently asking for permission to finish his work on her wound. Y/N nodded, and her heartbeat soared as Roger grabbed her other hand, the same one that slapped him, and brought it up to his shoulder.
“Here,” he said quietly. “Give it a grip if it hurts too much.”
Y/N nodded again, a little more flustered this time, and Roger nodded once more before he gathered his tools and returned to sewing up her wound, a little more delicately this time. Although delicacy can really do nothing to dull the pain of a rather large needle piercing the skin.
Y/N hissed at the ache, fingers clutching at the soft maroon fabric of Roger’s shirt as he made another pass.
“Talk to me, Goose,” Roger teased, hiding his own wince from Y/N’s grip. “Distraction is the way to get through it. Just like getting a tattoo.”
“D-Do you have one of those?” Y/N muttered as Roger worked.
“Hell no,” he laughed. “Hate those needles.”
Y/N flinched again, her own chuckle strained. “Where -ow!- where are we?”
“My hotel room.”
“How the hell did you get me here?”
“Ummm…” Roger paused, nervousness halting his movements for a beat. “I guess...well, I don't have a car… so I kinda had to carry you.”
The room fell quiet for a moment, Y/N sighing as Roger finished his last stitch. She hissed harshly as he swiped an alcohol pad over his work and set his tools aside to clean later.
“You ok?” he asked, concerned. “About everything, I mean.”
“Yeah,” Y/N answered. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Roger smiled and patted her leg. “Good.” He grabbed a folded blanket from the end of the bed and draped it over Y/N’s shoulders, letting her get comfortable. “Well, it’s just late enough to order a pizza. We should get some food in you before you go into shock, or something.”
Y/N pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders, careful of the tenderness around her stitches, watching fondly as Roger searched through the hotel room’s take out menu selection.
@nongaberichbang