Waiter, waiter!! More Syringeon x Reader with angst, please!!
🌤️ — I decided to combine these two requests because they generally fit together lol. enjoy, my dudes🌹
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❝ A troublesome patient. ❞
— FANDOM: GARTEN OF BANBAN.
— PAIRING: SYRINGEON x PARENT!INJURED READER.
— ROMANTIC/PLATONIC.
— ONESHOT.
— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL, MINOR MENTION OF INJURIES, SURPRISINGLY NOTHING REALLY.
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You don't even need to open your eyes to know where you are. The pungent smell of antiseptics and something incomprehensibly chemical hits the nose, which makes it feel as if the whole air is saturated with it.
A soft grunt reaches your ears, even though you are not really listening, because the sound of some kind of metallic clanging covered all the sounds in your head. A dull pain in the extremities makes you want to forget and fall asleep, but something in the back of your mind told you not to do it.
You try to open your eyes, but immediately the lamplight hitting your face made you close your eyes. Déjà vu..
With heavy reluctance, you forced yourself to open your eyes, turning your head to the side. Although the lamp's light was bright, it did not reach all corners of the room, which caused some kind of semi-darkness in the room.
Nevertheless, you didn't have to wait long. As soon as you opened your eyes and showed any signs of wakefulness, someone came to your bedside.
A shadow fell across your face, and you slowly raised your eyes. Without even looking at him, you could already see his silhouette hunched over you with a very unhappy face. And you were right.
Tall, with this eternal grimace of disapproval, Syringeon froze over you, hunched over, peering into your face as if in this way he could peer directly into your soul.
— "You had only one task."
He spoke, straightening up, but it seemed to you that this action made his face even sterner,
— "Just talk to a witness in the city center. Nothing more."
— "So why am I finding you in the bowels of the city, where you definitely shouldn't be?"
His voice exudes coldness, and you even feel uneasy. The Surgeon slowly moves away from your bed, and while he has turned his back to you, you slightly lift your body, leaning on your hands, but with difficulty, because the pain in your extremities makes itself felt.
Oh, right, you managed to get hurt a lot while running away from..naughtified Bittergiggle..
It hurts to even remember, it's better not to think about it. It's not the first time you've run around with wounds, maybe that's why you didn't pay much attention to them, but you had several wounds on your leg and arms in addition to the usual abrasions and bruises.
Damn Stinger Flynn and his delusional dreams. Although this was the only opportunity to sleep, at this moment you are absolutely vulnerable, and you cannot even wake up if you are in danger.
While you were thinking about this, The Surgeon walked right past you, and you subconsciously decided that it would be better to lie back, pretending that you were still in a sleepy state.
— "I can congratulate you, you are surprisingly resilient for a human being. Although I suspect it won't last long if you keep going where you shouldn't."
The Surgeon, without leaving the instrument table, glanced at you briefly, turning his head towards you, giving you the same cold, calculating look before returning to his business.
You just hummed softly as a sign of understanding, and turned your head to at least look around. It was a different room from the one you woke up in the first time you were in this place. Apart from you and Syringeon, there was no one else here, and the ward itself looked more well-maintained than the last one.
You raised your hand to wipe your sleep-soaked eyes, but froze as soon as you saw it. Until recently, there was only dried blood from an old wound, but now it was bandaged.
Huh. He helped you..It's almost amazing when you remember that a couple of hours ago you considered him your enemy.
Or not a couple of hours ago..Maybe more. How much time have you spent here?
— "Just before you were found in such a state, I was informed that green gorilla might be hiding in one of the buildings, I had already sent a group of bounty hunters there, so you weren't far away from finding him."
Syringeon continued, turning to you, intending to say something else, judging by the pause, but stopped when he saw you staring at your hand. The silence lasted for a couple of seconds before his voice cut through the silence again.
— "You can thank me later. I noticed numerous injuries during the first checkup, but I didn't have time for them. Right now, the master inside me was just howling in horror when he saw these poorly treated wounds. Disgustingly pathetic job."
You looked at him with indignation, but he just brushed off your gaze with a shrug of his upper arms, and judging by the tone in his voice, your disapproval didn't bother him at all.
— "You should be grateful that I did this at all. If you'd spent a couple more days walking around like this, I wouldn't be surprised if some kind of trash got in there and caused infection. You won't get far with festering wounds."
He let out a short laugh without humor, a frown briefly appeared on his face, which soon disappeared under his usual expression. Just as you were about to say something, he interrupted you.
— "Your condition was deplorable, I must say. Fortunately for you, it was a mere trifle for me to fix it, so you'll recover soon."
His voice took on a kind of proud tone, while he himself returned to the bed, standing next to you, looking at you from the side, probably wanting to make sure that you were okay.
With difficulty moving your stiff limbs, overcoming the desire to lie back and not move at all, you forced yourself to sit on the bed, turning on your side and dangling your legs, looking down. Your shoes were neatly folded next to the bed, and your clothes were wrinkled, it was obvious that he was pulling up your sleeves and (pant leg / skirt hem/ whatever you imagine) to get to the wounds and treat them.
Almost all visible areas of your body were bandaged, small wounds were covered with scars, and there was a seam on your leg instead of a cut, apparently after that chase.
When did he manage to do all this? Have you really been out for so long? It's strange that you didn't wake up from the pain or something..But it's probably for the best, it was hardly a pleasant process.
— "Your body condition should have stabilized by now, but I want to hear the exact answer. Are you feeling unwell at the moment?"
He asks so suddenly that you are startled by the harsh sound of his voice and look up at him. He glared at you expectantly, clearly hoping for a quick response.
You shook your head briefly, but that was enough for him, and he turned his head away, muttering something under his breath. It's not a fact that you heard correctly, but he seemed to say "as expected."
This guy is really proud of himself.
While The Surgeon himself clearly knew what to do, for a moment you felt some kind of emptiness inside yourself. And what now?..Just sit here and wait for news about Jumbo Josh?
No..No, you don't have time for that. You've already spent quite a lot of time just being here. You need to go further, the sooner you get rid of Sir Dadadoo, the sooner you can go further in search of your child.
You miss them so much..You don't know where they are, what condition they are in, whether they are in danger or not...
...
Everything is gonna be fine in the end. Very soon you will find them, and this nightmare will end.
Gathering your strength, you get to your feet, clumsily putting on your shoes, staggering slightly, but you don't even have time to move away from the cot, because Syringeon calls out to you.
— "..Where are you going?"
You just looked at him, having long been used to the fact that someone kept asking you something, even though you were silent. He tilted his head slightly, causing a shadow to fall across his face so that his dark gaze made you tense up.
— "You do realize that in your condition you won't be able to do anything, even walk without falling, right? Get back to your place before I-"
— "I need to find my child."
..Oh.
You'd be lying if you said he didn't look surprised. He straightened his shoulders, straightened up, and looked at you with a puzzled expression, not moving from his place, as if waiting for you to say something else. Considering his usual stern face, his surprise seemed almost miraculous.
It's been a long time since Syringeon has felt genuinely surprised, but apparently, since Sir Dadadoo was released, he's been haunted by something strange...
This seems to be the first time you've ever spoken to him..In fact, he was pretty sure you were mute. Other people would chatter incessantly in such a situation, but not you.
..Why did you start talking to him only when you needed to argue with him? Although, considering that you generally seem to be taciturn.. He's almost flattered that you're talking to him. But your resistance is not welcome.
You don't try to leave, waiting for him to say something, but you look like you're not going to just listen to him. The Surgeon narrows his eyes when looking at you, and although he tries to keep his voice low, it is noticeable that he is annoyed.
Syringeon never thought that he would sink to the level that he would become attached to a person, but you have done the impossible. And now look at him, he has to babysit you because you can't take care of yourself, or at least protect yourself..
..And this anger he feels when something happens to you..It throws him off balance. He has a bunch of other things he needs to do, but for some reason, when he was told that you were found injured in an alley, the first thing he thought about was that you needed help.
How pathetic for him...But what he can do?
He already knows the reason why you don't want to stay here. Your child, of course. A faint hope that you cling to as you continue to wander the floors, condemning yourself to danger..He'll never understand it.
You are definitely not stupid, since you managed to get here, luck will not help here, but at the same time you still so purely believe that your child is alive and you will find him...Amazing naivety. It gets annoying.
It even disappoints him, in a way. He wants to tell you everything to your face, but that will only alienate you, and he doesn't need that. Well, if you can't figure out what's best for you, he'll have to push it into you.
— "..My human friend."
He exhaled sharply, putting on a mask of indifference, his voice suddenly takes on a more restrained tone, and in just a couple of steps he approaches you. His hand lands on your shoulder, and your body involuntarily pulls down from such a heavy touch.
— "I understand your zeal, but let's be honest: considering all the injuries you have, you will make the situation worse if you don't rest properly.."
His voice settles in your head while you think about his words, his other hand roughly lowers you onto the bed, and he continues to speak without stopping, forcing you to simply obey in confusion, surprised by such sudden behavior.
— "You won't get far in this condition, and it's dangerous to be on the streets even with the lights on." — "Stay here, your body's condition will stabilize very soon, and you will be able to move around without any problems, but for now, unnecessary actions will not help you."
To be honest, at that moment his voice sounded so confident that you didn't even notice how you yourself began to think that maybe you shouldn't go somewhere immediately after waking up..Is he always this convincing?
— "I.."
You opened your mouth again, trying to construct a reasoned answer, but under his penetrating gaze, you just had time to start talking when he interrupted you.
— "Rest while everything is peaceful. If there's any news about green gorilla or Sir Dadadoo, I'll let you know."
Syringeon spoke confidently in a calm, cold-blooded tone, as if confident that you would listen to him, and, releasing your shoulder, turned around and walked slowly out of the room.
Your unplanned treatment has slightly disrupted his schedule..but that's okay. The main thing is that when he returns, you are there. He doesn't want to send a search team to find you later...
What a troublesome patient you are.
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🌤️ — YOO I can't remember the last time I wrote oneshot, I hope you liked it! have a good day and sorry it took soo long 💉
