You found him injured (requested)
|Fluff|civilian!reader x military!ghost|
Your front door clicked shut. The sound vibrating through your empty flat. You had only moved here a week ago and had yet to go find furniture. Or proper dishes. Living off of paper plates, plastic cups and a single mattress in the center of the room.
You sighed loudly. Even that echoed.
This was pathetic. You moved out of your home, insisting that you could handle yourself in real life, that you were a grown ass adult but-
There was a loud clatter outside. Nearly making you jump out of your skin. "God, why me." You whispered.
Another shift outside. Near the back door where the creepy alleyway was. The one you had to go out of to take the trash out and dreaded every single second of it.
Heart pounding, you grabbed your purse. Was it a weapon? - no, not at all. Was it all you had? - yes.
Steeling yourself for the potential horrors on the other side, you whispered, "Yes, genius, do the dumb horror movie stuff." Then you pushed open the door.
You seized. Not expecting there to be an actual man there. Maybe a cat, a dog. Something.
His head snapped towards you. A mask covered everything but his eyes. He was tall but quickly hunched over again, gripping the opposite wall for support.
You were too busy being in shock to see that he was strapped to the teeth in weapons, a bullet proof vest and - blood.
Then he collapsed. Legs giving out as he braced himself and landed on the ground with a dull thud. His deep brown gaze cut towards you. "Leave."
That took you out of your shock. "Excuse me?"
He jerked his head. "Y' heard me. Go on." The corners of his eyes crinkled in what you assumed was pain. He was holding his thigh.
"Are you hurt?" You asked dumbly, wanting to punch yourself in the face for asking the obvious. He was not amused.
"If you're going to keep talking atleast bring me some damn guaze." He huffed.
You don't know why but you did. Running to grab the only type of preparation you did take with you. Then ran back but before you could get any closer than his legs, he held up a hand. "Close enough. Hand it over."
You scowled but tossed the kit at him. He began stemming the blood with calm skill that made you wonder how many times he's done this. "Are you military?"
He nodded. The amount of blood he was losing made you want to throw up. It was amazing he hadn't yet passed out. Or maybe you spoke too soon.
One second he was tending and the next he was limp and leaning to the side. Panic striked you. You weren't trained for this! "Oh! Uh, hey, wake up. Don't- uh die. Please don't die."
You grabbed his arm. And damn, was he heavy. Grunting, you slowly but surely managed to get him inside. Probably not your best idea. Letting a strange man in your home.
He remained impassive. You pressed down on his wound, it looked knife like. You couldn't tell if it wss deep or not. So you kept the pressure until you couldn't feel your fingers.
Slowly, he came to, blinking slowly. Observing but as still as a statue. His fingers twitched. "You brought me inside." He noted. "Of your home. Which is very unfurnished."
You stared at him in disbelief. "I'm trying to help you."
He sat up and removed your hand none too gently. "Don't need it." Then he grabbed the needle and thread. "What I do need is to get out of here as soon as possible."
You watched in mild horror as he pushed the needle through one side of the wound and out the other. He took the pain in a stride. "What if you pass out again?"
"I'm more worried about you, love. You look about ready to piss yer' pants." He snorted. Threading it in again.
You sighed in annoyance. "Fine. Let me atleast get you some water or something." You stood up and went to the kitchen.
He said nothing, only turned to watch you. Closely, like you were under his microscope before you came back.
Your hand brushed his as he took the water, downing most of it in one gulp. "What made you help me anyway?"
Crossing your legs beneath you as you thought of the answer, you messed with a stand of your hair. "Basic human empathy."
He raised a brow. "Love, you pulled an armed man inside your house. I think theres a bit more."
You sighed and threw your hands. "Why does it matter?"
His hands paused on the needle. "Because most people wouldn't have. Not in my experience."
Your expression shifted a fraction. A moment passed. Then too. And he was still looking at you. "Why do you keep calling me 'love'?" You asked quietly.
"Because I only call preety birds 'love'."
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