Hello, can I get a Polly Gray oneshot, where Y/n is her niece, the youngest one of the Shelby siblings and she gets a shot into her chest? Polly taking care of her, etc.
thank you, have a nice day
Of course darling! Thank you for requesting, I hope you’ll like it!
characters: Polly Gray x fem!reader
rundown: y/n, Polly’s niece gets a shot and her aunt panics
warnings: getting a shot, blood, wound, language!, etc.
request status: opened
“Fuck you Tommy!” You screamed as he adjusted your body in his arms while he was trying to get inside of the house where his and your aunt lived.
“Pol?” Thomas asked with some difficulties in his voice and you clenched your teeth because of the pain. You felt your shirt getting more and more wet and when you looked down at your body, you saw blood running out of the wound.
“Kitchen.” She said only and Thomas took you there. A gasp was following and you heard someone taking some stuff away, probably cleaning the table where Thomas put you in a moment. “What happened?”
“She got a shot. Chengretta,” Thomas answered and when a soft hand took your shirt off, you whined out in pain, a brave tear running down your cheek.
“Okay Y/n, I will need to check how deep is the bullet and then I’ll have to take it out. Thomas hold her,” she told him and someone put some napkin into your mouth. Thomas walked over to the table you were put on and he stood behind you, holding your arms down with his hands.
Polly took a knife and she rip opened your shirt. She didn’t care if you had a bra or not, no one cared. As she saw the wound and realized that the bullet had opened your skin and was in your muscles, she sighed.
“Arthur bring me some alcohol, Tommy I will need you to hold her still. Y/n this will hurt as hell,” Polly told everyone what to do and you just nodded your head.
The oldest Shelby waited for Arthur to get back with the bottle of alcohol and she opened it. Looking at you, she asked if she could. You just nodded your head and Thomas gave you a clothing to bite on it while Polly would be cleaning the wound.
“How do you mean Changretta?” Polly asked and she clearly didn’t care you were in pain.
“They are here in Birmingham. The same Changretta,” Thomas said and then you weren’t able to listen to them anymore.
As the first drop of alcohol arrived onto your chest, you clenched your teeth around the clothing you were given. You screamed into it and kicked your leg since you couldn’t move your upper body at all, because of Thomas.
“Why was she there all alone?” Polly asked from Thomas as she poured alcohol onto your wound again and you screamed into the clothing.
Polly took something into her hand and she just looked at Thomas. He didn’t answer her and Polly nodded her head in your direction and Thomas understood.
He held you on the table as strong as he could. Polly took out tweezers and she buried them into your wound, searching for the bullet. She took it out, listening to your loud scream. She poured even more alcohol onto the would to make sure you wouldn’t get some infection.
Thomas didn’t answer her and Polly put the bottle with the alcohol down onto the table, being clearly mad. She took napkins and covered your wound.
The theme seemed to be closed. Thomas knew he screwed up and Polly knew that he knew. All you could hear was your breathing, the deep breaths you were taking. No one seemed to be in hurry any longer and everyone seemed to be resting at least a little.
“Now, why were you there?” Polly opened the topic again and you closed your eyes.
“Went for a basic walk. They were there. They knew I am a Shelby and they shoot me.” You said as straight as it was possible and Polly sighed.
“Anything else?”
“No,” you said simply and Polly helped you with covering up the wound. When you were all bandaged, you made sure you could breath and wanted to jump off already. But when you tried, pain ran through your chest and you hissed.
“Thomas take her to my bedroom. She will spend here few days.”
“But-“
“No,” Polly cut you off and you rolled your eyes. Thomas lifted you up and you put your hands around his neck, making sure you wouldn’t fall. And then you let him take you into the room where Polly sent him.
“So you went for a basic walk?” Thomas asked, smirking and you couldn’t run away from there. Since he was holding you.
“She doesn’t have to know-“
“About that you tracked them down and wanted to kill Changretta,” Thomas finished your sentence and you hated the fact he knew much more than he was supposed to. As you both arrived into the room, Thomas put you down softly and you breathed out, hissing in pain. “I will send Polly.”
“Tell her to hurry up please,” you whined out and tried to breath calmly. Thomas just nodded his head and when you looked at him, he smiled. “Don’t tell her-“
“I won’t,” he promised to you and walked away from the doors. In the following seconds Polly arrived and she had some tray with lot of things on it. As she saw you laying in the bed, she walked over to you, sitting onto the edge of it.
“Drink this, this will help you with pain. And then I will put compresses on it.”
“Compresses?”
“Tea compresses,” she said more clearly and you took a deep breath, drinking some medication she brought you. Polly took the glass you were giving back at the moment and then she started undoing the bandage to make it easier to take care of it.
“Fuck-“ you breathed out as she softly laid the compress onto the wound and you rested all of your muscles when you realized it was warm. It was some kind of comfortable.
“I told Thomas to go with you everywhere since now. You won’t be walking alone in the streets.”
“What?! Why?!” You asked back immediately, making your stomach muscles tense and then you hissed in pain.
“Because if they shot you few inches upper we would be burning your body by now,” Polly said and you breathed out from relieve, pain and sadness at once. Polly looked down at your wound and then she stood up. “I will go and take more napkins. Don’t you dare move.”
“As if I could,” you said and watched the woman leave, waiting for her to come back as soon as she left.