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Thank you so much @snippy-tano for the inspiration! Although... I got a little carried away so here you go! A whole fic for you!
Stitched Together
Kix x Reader
Warnings: Blood. Mentions of injury and the treatment of that injury. Mentions of death.
You can find the prompt list here.
“Can you shut up for once in your life?” and “I think I’m in love with you.”
You were running. The sun beating down on you as you ran through the camp toward the med tent.
The transmission had come in while you were on your break. You had just been about to settle down for your first sleep in days after it looked like the campaign had started to calm down when your communicator beeped. It was from Jesse.
Kix was injured. We are bringing him back to camp now.
At that, you instantly jumped up and put your boots back on as fast as you could. Now, with the med tent in sight, you saw Jesse and Hardcase carrying Kix between them on a small stretcher.
The armor on his left side was shattered from his leg all the way up to his shoulder. He was covered in the tan dust that was constantly surrounding you on the planet and you could see blood seeping from one of the cracks in the armor around his middle.
You ran up to the entrance of the tent, holding open the flap for the two carrying Kix inside.
“What happened?”
Jesse grunted as he and Hardcase lifted Kix onto one of the raised beds. “Seppies got word of our location. Kix here was working on a shinie when a charge landed near them. He threw himself onto of the kid to protect him instead of—”
“What did you expect me to do,” Kix said with a wince as his right arm went to grip at his side. “I wasn’t just gonna leave the kid there!”
You started to carefully examine Kix’s midsection, making sure that you were clear to take off his armor without doing any more damage.
“And that is very admirable,” you said, quickly continuing your search, “but you’re the best medic that we have and one of the only senior field medics. We can’t afford to lose you.”
“I can’t afford to lose you,” you thought, something tightening in your chest just thinking about not having Kix by your side anymore.
“Oh, quit it with that,” Kix breathed out, his jaw clenching at the effort. “You’re just as good of a medic as me. Besides, it’s only superficial. You’re not going to get rid of me that easily.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled. Kix never was one to see the downside in anything.
You heard Jesse start to laugh as he quipped something back at Kix, when your eyes landed on the piece of armor that was sticking into Kix’s side, blood still gushing from the wound.
“Oh, kriff…” You meant to only say it to yourself, but your voice was just loud enough that the others could hear it.
The tent went silent, all eyes turning to you.
“What,” Hardcase asked. “What is it?”
You leapt up, pointing at one of the junior medics that was awaiting your instruction. “Get me the surgery pack and the armor removal kit.”
You rushed over to one of the storage bins and opened the drawer, grabbing a numbing agent, a sedative, and a blood cleanser.
“Why,” Kix asked, his voice laced with pain and confusion.
You walked back over to the bed, prepping the sedative as you looked at his face that was covered with pain. “A piece of your armor is stuck inside you and is still attached to the rest of your chest plate. Every time you breathe, it opens the wound more and you lose more blood.”
Kix’s eyebrows shoot up in a mock laugh. “Oh, is that all,” he said sarcastically.
“Shut up Kix! This isn’t a joke.” You stuck the sedative into his neck as the junior medic walked back into the room and handed you the armor removal kit. You then suck the numbing agent into his neck, telling the junior medic to prepare another one for his side once you get his armor off.
He smirked, his head tilting toward you. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s kind of funny to be the patient and know everything that is going to happen.” He blinked his eyes a couple of times, the sedative starting to take effect. “First you are going to have to cut off the armor around the affected area. You’re supposed to give five inches of clearance on either side, but I usually make it bigger to give me more room.” His words start to slur as the numbing agent makes its way through his bloodstream and the crease in his brow starts to loosen. “Then you are going to scan to make sure the piece hasn’t pierced any organs, but that takes time and blood flows quickly.”
You give him a hard look before you start cutting the armor around his midsection, being careful to avoid his small movements beneath the armor as he breathes. You can see the shard in his side open the wound a bit more, causing more blood to spill out.
“Then,” he continues, his words all melding together, “you’re gonna have to get the piece out and stich up the wound and stop the bleeding.”
You finish cutting the armor and carefully pull the piece from its place. “I know what I’m doing Kix. Trust me.”
He keeps going, not paying attention to what you just said. “Course, I’ll probably be dead from blood loss at that point anyways.”
You grab the second numbing agent from the medic, sticking it into the flesh a little ways away from the wound. “Don’t say that. You’ll be fine.”
“S-just the truth,” he mumbles. “Most men with somthin’ like this don’t make it past the scanning.” You see his head loll toward Jesse out of the corner of your eye. “S-because the armor shard usually does too much damage on the inside.
You grab the scanner, running it over the area slowly trying to keep your hands steady. “Damnit Kix! Can you just shut up for once in your life and listen to me! You’re going to be fine!”
You see Kix look at you out of the corner of your eye, wishing that you could see his face.
“You have to be,” you whisper.
Taking a deep breath, you keep running the scanner over the area, worry creeping up your spine as you slowly see the results filling the screen. “Jesse,” you snap out harder than you intended.
“Yeah,” he asks quietly, not knowing how to respond to everything he has just heard.
“Get him talking about something else. Nothing that will make him too excited. I don’t need him moving. The sedative is going to take just a couple of more minutes to work.”
Jesse steps forward, crouching down so that he is almost eye level with Kix. “What should I talk about?”
“Anything, just get him off of this conversation.”
“Alright,” he says, apprehension in his voice. “Hey Kix, remember that seedy diner we found last time we were on leave? The one a couple of levels below 79’s? The one that had those burgers you loved?”
The scanner beeps in your hand. You look at the screen, holding your breath as you read the results.
No internal injuries found. Organs intact and functioning at 100% efficiency.
You breathe out a sigh of relief, hearing Kix reply.
“Yeah!” He is talking slow, struggling to form coherent words as they all slur together. “I loved that place. And I loved those burgers.”
You pick up the surgery tools from the kit, starting to take the piece of armor from his side. You motion to the junior medic whispering for him to be ready to hand you the stitching equipment.
Right after you finally pull the huge, four-inch-long piece out of Kix’s side, you see him moving, his arm coming up to point at Jesse with a big dopey grin on his face. “And I love you guys so much. You guys are the best brothers a guy could have.”
You look over at Jesse as you press gauze to Kix’s side, sopping up some of the blood before you start the stiches. “Keep him still Jesse.”
Kix’s head moves to look at you at the sound of your voice, the grin still on his face as Jesse lightly holds his arm down at his side. “And you,” he slurred out. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Your jaw drops open, your task at hand leaving your mind for a fraction of a second before you turn back to your work feeling a deep heat rising on your face.
You see Kix turn back to Jesse out of the corner of your eye. “Y/N is really the best. I love them so much. They’re just so nice and -kriff- so gorgeous. I just wanna sweep’em of their feet and kiss’em like it’s the last thing I do.”
His voice starts tapering off, the sedative finally overpowering his will to stay awake.
“Jesse?” His voice is groggy and barely above a whisper.
“Yeah, Kix?”
“This’s gotta be our secret m’kay? You promise not to tell Y/N?”
You look over at Jesse, his head looking between you and his brother before he settles on Kix, a soft smile gracing his face. “Yeah vod. I promise.”
Kix hums. “Thanks, vod. You really are the best.”
You take a deep breath, looking at the blood-soaked gauze in your hand as everything that just happened rushed through your head.
You couldn’t think about that right now. You had a job to do and you were going to make sure that you could see Kix after this, regardless of what had just happened.
You shook your head and took another breath before holding your hand out to the medic and taking the needle before pulling the gauze away from the wound and beginning your work.
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It had been a couple of hours since you had finally finished with Kix. You were able to close his wound without any issue and his vitals had been stable ever since. And, according to your scans, the blood cleanser was working perfectly.
You still hadn’t had a break since then, having to tend to the rest of the men who were injured when the rest of the group got back. There had been quite a few major traumas as well as the usual minor injuries.
But now, after the last of the men had been taken care of, the tent was silent. It was strange to have so much peace in the atmosphere after such a long period of pure chaos but you were just glad that you could finally check on Kix again.
All of the scans were the same as they were before. He was stable, and when you checked the stitches on his side, they were holding up beautifully.
You gave a sigh of relief before turning to one of the screens across from Kix’s bed, your back turned to him. Once you had everything logged in your datapad, you turned to leave so that you could go sit by the entrance in case any late-night injuries came in.
“You know,” you heard from behind you, “if you keep working without sleep, you’re going to kill yourself.”
You whipped around, seeing Kix smirking at you from where he lay on the bed.
“Kix!” You rushed over to him, quickly glancing at his vitals monitor again before looking at his face. “How are you feeling?”
He groaned, bringing his right hand up to rub his face. “Like I was blown up and then drugged. Which I think have worn off.” He looked up at you with a mischievous smile. “How much would I have to bribe you for another stim?”
You chuckled and sat down, reaching behind you to grab one that you had already set out for when he was due for another shot. “Don’t you know it’s against the rules to bribe medical staff for drugs,” you teased as you gently angled his head so that you could inject the medicine into his neck.
He grunted slightly at the feeling, but quickly relaxed once you pulled away. “You won’t go ratting me out, will you?”
You laughed. “I promise.”
At your words, Kix’s eyes widened, his body tensing before he winced and forced himself to relax again. His eyes now found place on his hands in front of him, which were now fiddling with the edge of the blanket he was under. He cleared his throat. “So, um… Did I say anything? While I was going under? Or-or was that just all in my head?”
Your eyes widened in realization and you felt your face begin to heat up as you remembered his admission. “You, you um… May have said some things while you were going under.”
He looks up at you briefly, an embarrassed look on his face. “Did I say what I think I said?”
“Uh… yeah,” you said sheepishly. “But I know that the meds can make people say things that they don’t mean, like when we had to put Echo under on the last campaign?” You chuckled at the memory, clearing your throat as you realized Kix was still listening. You got up and began slowly backing away from his bed. “But anyways… I-I’ll just go, and we can forget that it ever happened. I know that you didn’t mean it and I don’t want things to get awkward. “
You turned around but immediately felt a hand around your wrist. “Y/N, wait!” You heard Kix groan in pain and turned around to see him hunched forward so that he could stop you.
“Woah, woah, woah! Take it easy! You’re gonna tear your stitches if you do that!” You lightly pushed on his chest to get him to lie back onto the bed.
“Y/N, I-“
“Now hold on,” you said, your mind switching into doctor mode. “I need to make sure you didn’t tear your stitches.”
You lift up his shirt, and carefully inspect his side, checking for any sign of damage. Your hands grace over the skin just around his wound as you work in silence.
After what feels like an eternity, you pull away and turn around to grab a bacta patch. “The stitches look fine, but the area around them is looking a little more inflamed than it should. I’m going to put a bacta patch on it just to be safe.”
You pull apart the package, and once again silently begin working. You concentrate on the wound, being as gentle as possible as you place the bacta on Kix’s warm skin.
“It wasn’t just the drugs you know.”
His voice pulls you from your thoughts as you finish securing the patch in place with medical tape.
You look at him, eyes wide as he stares right back at you. “What?”
“What I said. It wasn’t just the drugs.” He reaches to his side and pulls your hand from there up to his chest, tenderly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you for the longest time, but I just never knew how. I guess taking away my filter and thinking that I wasn’t going to see you again just… made my brain have to say it.”
You don’t know what to say. Your skin was buzzing under his touch and you could feel your face getting hotter and hotter as your heart pounded in your chest.
He continued. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I just had to tell you. I needed you to know, even if just for a moment, that I love you.”
“I do,” you blurt out.
“What?”
“I… I do feel the same way.” You start to smile as you see Kix’s eyes light up. “I never thought you would reciprocate, so I never said anything. But I do. I love you.”
Kix smiled, bringing his hand that was not holding yours up to cup your face. His thumb ran over your cheek as he gazed at you with pure admiration. “Can I kiss you?”
You sucked in a breath and smiled as you bit your bottom lip slightly between your teeth. You nodded and closed your eyes as Kix guided you forward.
You felt your lips softly collide with his as your noses lightly bumped each other.
As his lips moved against yours, it was tender and gentle and over far too soon.
You both pulled back just enough so that you could look into each other’s eyes before bringing your foreheads together.
“I love you, Y/N.”
You smiled. “I love you too, Kix.”
You then leaned forward and pressed another light kiss to his lips, feeling him smiling.
“Well, I guess I don’t have to pretend to keep that secret anymore.”
You whipped around, finding Jesse smugly standing in the doorway.
“Shut up Jesse,” you said as you started getting up.
You turned back to Kix, giving him a light peck on the lips and squeezing his hand. “I have to get back to work, but I promise that I will keep coming in to check on you.”
He smiled at you squeezing your hand. “Don’t work too hard cyar'ika.”
You smirked, picking up your datapad. “When have I ever taken it easy?”
Kix chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I know. But just know that I am going to force you to take a three-day nap once I’m healed and can work again.”
You laughed, feeling your eyes droop at the mention of sleep. “You have no idea how much I am looking forward to that.”