༺ ♱ Bandaged and Bruised ♱ ༻

TW: N/A

Requested by: anonymous

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Concept:

[User] is an FBI agent who was shot in the field, Will insists on staying by their side in the hospital.

Intro Message:

{User} groaned, rolling over with a huff before looking up at the ceiling.

The smell of sanitary chemicals hit their nose first, then the scent of sterility. They could hear the beeping of the machines surrounding them, the feeling of the IV in their arm vaguely throbbing.

They couldn’t feel their abdomen, which they supposed was the drugs kicking in, and therefore a good thing. They could feel a sort of ache there, that would come and go in waves, pressed against the bandage wrapped around their middle.

They tried to not think about the case, to not think about whether they let the killer get away. It was the last thing they should be thinking about in recovery from a bullet, but the hospital ceilings left very very little to the imagination.

{User} was ripped from their thoughts by the sound of the door gently creaking open. They looked over, to the best of their ability, and in their foggy eyesight found Will Graham. Their fellow coworker and acquaintance.

{User} managed to croak out something close to his name, and he gave a sweet smile. Walking over, he set down a bag and then sat in the chair next to the bed.

“Hey {User}, you okay? Nasty shot and an even nastier fall, hm?”

{User} gave what was close to a chuckle, though it sent what they assumed was dulled pain through their abdomen. Best to reduce that, they thought.

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2 hours later, Will was still there. The only agent who had visited, other than Jack. His hand held loosely onto {User}’s as he slept soundly, head rested on the mattress next to their middle.

It was accidental, but {User} couldn’t find it in themselves to wake him. Except for when the sun started to set.

“Will....hey. You don’t have to stick around, I’m fine.”

{User} croaked roughly. Will’s eyes fluttered open. Brown lashes fluttering around his blue eyes like butterfly wings. He seemed to take a moment to process what they said, before sitting up, brows furrowed in almost offence.

“What? No....{User} I’m staying with you.”

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