Yellowjackets!Rhaenicent

Yellowjackets!Rhaenicent

Asa Germann as Sam Riordan | BTS on Gen V

red dead

bummed that i am a bit of a freak. also glad i am a bit of a freak. does this make sense

"As long as you're okay" ( ◜ᴗ◝)

Nurse

König x Medic!Reader

You meet König for the first time. It really sucks.

You could feel the blood pounding in your ears as you moved, quickly. The burning feeling of the muscles in your thighs protesting at your continued onslaught of movement.

You weren't supposed to be a field medic,

but desperate times call for desperate measures.

And by that apparently, the field medic was stabbed and was out for a few weeks.

Hence your current presence.

It was some stupid little mission-

sorry, not stupid.

'very important covert mission with the KorTac team'

They couldn't be that good if their medic got stabbed.

The medic is like your golden goose, you protect it, and in turn they honk and hiss and keep you warm. Stitch up your wounds and maybe even give you some morphine.

Which is why you were struggling (and succeeding) to keep up with a fuckin' rookie and a Sargeant.

Jokes on you,

you were the biggest rookie out here.

Shots erupted to your left, and as you took to cover the Seargent yelled to hold- take cover and stay until called to continue moving.

The fire seemed to be centered on you, it made sense. Albeit a little dirty, a fight can't be won if the soldiers can't mend their wounds.

And then it stopped.

And it was eerily silent.

"Move!" He yelled.

So you did.

Throwing yourself back up on your feet and sprinting as hard as you could into the doorway of a building, men trailing behind you.

You could hear the bullets whizzing past you and you were not going to wait up to find out what it felt like to be shot. You'll save your experiences with bullets to removal, not receiving.

The building quickly transformed itself into a labyrinth, but you could not relinquish your speed.

Holding your rifle up- as uncommon as it was for you to be holding it- just in case.

Just in case there was a hostile around the corner.

Keeping your speed up, you could hear the Sergeant calling out to you to slow down and meet back up.

Rounding a corner you snapped your head back in the direction of the Sergeant, rifle pointed somewhere in front of you. From your peripheral, you could barely see a huge looming black figure grab the muzzle of your gun, pull you forward, and smack you in the temple with the butt of your own rifle.

And down you went.

But you didn't hit the ground, that much surprised you.

The huge man was still holding the muzzle of your rifle, the strap connected to your belt holding you up completely as you'd dead weighted.

It was like you were under general anesthesia- but the spots flickering in the corner of your eyes weren't numbed by the drugs. Your head erupted in pain and you couldn't even find the strength to groan.

"König! What the fuck!" The Sargeant yelled.

The large man looked down, still holding the gun in his hand.

"Mein gott." König sighed out.

"You just fucking creamed our medic- the new one!"

That was about the last thing you could understand before you passed the fuck out.

..

Waking up, you found yourself laying on a bed in the safe house.

Opening your eyes, glancing around the room in the confusion you were immediately met with pain, and the overwhelming feeling of nausea.

It was like everything was working in overdrive.

Suddenly everything that had a remote stench in the room reeked, making bile rise up in her throat at the mere thought of the subtle smells.

Forcing yourself out of bed, and glancing to the side your eyes narrowed on a small trashcan.

That'd do fine.

Promptly falling to your knees and vomiting into it.

You must not have purged quietly, because the sound of the door knob jiggling and then opening created white noise to the pounding of your ears and strain behind your eyes.

"I... I'm sorry. I had no intentions to harm a team member." An accented, slightly timid sounded voice spoke. It wasn't timid in the lack of sound department, it was in the pitch of his voice slightly raising, the awkward shifting of his feet and the twitching of his fingers.

"Fuck. You." You groaned, lifting your head.

You were now sporting a gnarly bruise across your temple, blue-black and purple melted together across your skin. Angry, inflamed, and concussed.

He didn't respond.

"Get over here." You grumbled, reaching a hand out. "Gave me a concussion."

"I'm sorry." He said again, helping you up. That's about the time you realized your head sat about tit height on the man.

That'd do fine too.

Leaning your head forward, your body came into contact with his, head leaning on his chest.

Maybe it was the concussion.

It was most definitely a concussion.

The man knocked you silly with your own gun.

You'd never live this down.

You couldn't let any of your coworkers see you like this-

They were all men, and they'd just use this as a justification as to why you didn't belong there.

"You." You stated, not bothering to move and continuing to simply lean on him.

"Yes M'am?"

"You're gonna be my goddamn nurse. And not tell anyone about this."

"O-... Oh. Ok- I-"

"And take that fucking thing off your head. It isn't sanitary and it smells like shit." You hiss out.

"Oh- Yes M'am."