Hello, hello! Can I request a little scenario of how 141 would react to a medic!reader who makes them hug a plushie before treating them. Like, they're about to get shots and Reader insists they hug the axolotl plushie because it's for 'emotional support' otherwise, they're not getting treated at all.
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"Come on, Sergeant Garrick. Just hug the plushie and it'll all be over soon." You had said, holding out the axolotl plushie you required all of your patients to hug before being treated. It was key to make them show a little bit of vulnerability, even if it was through something so small.
...plus you just liked to see them complain.
"Seems a little stupid, doesn't it?" Sergeant Garrick had replied, a frown on his face as he practically glared at the plush you were holding out to him. "Just give me the shot, Doc."
"Please." you scoffed. "Sergeant Sanderson was able to do it without issue." you point to said sergeant, who was sitting happily waiting for his fellow teammates to finish with their exam. "Hug the damn plush or you aren't getting your shots."
Sergeant Garrick seemed to mull it over for a few seconds before begrudgingly taking the axolotl plush and giving it a big hug. You smiled, muttering something akin to a 'good boy' under your breath as you quickly and efficiently administered the shots.
"All done, Sergeant! Go sit with Sanderson over there while I get your buddies sorted." You said as you carefully put a bandaid - hello kitty designed - over the puncture wound. Then, you gave him an approving pat on his shoulder as you guided him towards the waiting area.
Sergeant MacTavish was next, and you nearly groaned as you felt the energy radiating off of him. Getting him to sit still alone would be a pain-- but also hugging a plush?
Nobody said you weren't ready for the challenge.
"Sit." You told MacTavish, quickly finishing off Garrick's paperwork before you finally gave him your complete attention. "Sit still," you clarified, glaring at his bouncing knee. You began to go over routine questions, just everything that would occur in a normal checkup.
When you finally held out the axolotl plush, MacTavish looked up at you with confused blue eyes. You held eye contact with him for an uncomfortable minute -(uncomfortable for him, at least)- before he finally caught on. "No," he shook his head, barking out an incredulous laugh. "I'm not holding that thing."
Which was fair. He was a grown ass man, a soldier, but you were also his doctor. You were in charge as of this moment. And your office, your rules.
"Hug it. Just for a second." You encouraged, your voice light but holding a slight strain of annoyance to it. "If Garrick and Sanderson could do it, you can too."
You knew MacTavish loved competition. So as soon as he realized he could do better than Garrick, he immediately took the axolotl plush from your hands and hugged it for atleast fifteen seconds. He only let go of it when you greatfully informed him you already gave him his shots and you were practically kicking him out.
Next came Lieutenant Riley. Personally, you were looking forward to seeing him hug an axolotl. Just the mental image alone was making you smile. You'd enjoy this.
The Lieutenant didn't need to be told to sit down, and when he did it was nice and still, unlike Sergeant MacTavish. You hummed, satisfied with the lack of issues so far. You placed the plush into his lap and to your surprise he seemed to already know the drill. He hugged it without issue.
"That was easy," you say with a smile in his direction. He huffed in return, a small roll to his eyes at your words.
"The Sergeants were overreacting." Lieutenant Riley replied, a gruff chuckle escaping his throat. You hummed in response, nodding along to what he said.
"True." you prepared a syringe and lined it up with his bicep. But he tensed under your touch, his breath hitching and eyes darting away. You tensed almost instinctively in return, but gently smiled instead of making a scene. "Afraid of needles too, hmm?"
The two of you exchanged a few more words, enough to distract the Lieutenant so you could administer his shot without him noticing. You bid him farewell when he was done, directing him to sit with the Sergeants.
Captain Price was next, the larger man strolling in and sitting down without you having to say something. The way he held an air of authority in your office almost had you glaring daggers at him.
You had no issue with the Captain himself, no. It's just that during every single one of these appointments, he acts as though he's in charge. Maybe your new rule will knock him down a peg.
"Here." You toss the axolotl plush into his lap (ignoring the part where it hit him in the face) and start preparing the syringe. "Hug it. Now." You said, your voice calm yet demanding him to follow through.
"This is silly," he replied in a gruff tone, one that had you raising your eyebrow in mild curiosity.
"You want me to close the door?" you joke, gesturing to your open office door where the sergeants and lieutenant can see inside. But to your surprise, he nodded and coughed, presumably to hide the embarrassed flush to his cheeks.
You hum confirmation, filing that knowledge away for later as you walk and close the door. Almost immediately, Captain Price gives the axolotl plush a little squeeze. Not exactly a hug, but close enough that has you nodding and gently taking the plush back. "Good job," you murmured almost to yourself as you counted down and stabbed (carefully injected) him with the needle.
Soon enough, you send the Captain on his way and listened to the team's laughs fading down the hall.
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