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plight of pandora

johnny x simon x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: violence, body trauma/blood, seizure, brain injury, memory loss, eventual poly smut - MDNI +18, swearing

a/n: planning to make this multiple parts! this is my first real fanfic so please be nice but constructive! if i forgot a warning or you have a correction, let a hoe know! ok enjoy, i am screaming, going to hit post now!

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Gaz was running from around the corner of the hallway to your seemingly lifeless body on the cement floor. He’s on his knees, quickly checking your neck for a pulse. Thank god.

“Gaz, how copy?” Price’s voice buzzed through the com in your ear, unlistening.

“‘M fine. She’s down but breathing. I’m bringing her back. All clear.” Gaz’ voice trembles a little, pushing through.

 He looks down to you, his best friend, a bullet hole through your gear, torn through your abdomen, blood soaking around you. Your arm is bleeding. Your shirt, skin and the muscle of your bicep were sliced into by the knife an enemy had tried to kill you with before you shot him. He lies dead a few feet away. Your face is turned to the side, eyes closed, sweaty remnants on your temples from the intense fight. 

Gaz doesn’t hear Price’s response, too focused on taking the status of you in. 

“Lovey, I’m gonna pick you up, okay? You’re gonna be alright,” he hopes aloud. 

He slides his arms under your knees and around your shoulders and lifts. He makes sure the wound is nearest his body, the more pressure on it, the better. He’s done this before. You’re not the tiniest thing, nearly pure muscle for your body type, but no issue for him. He’s been running on adrenaline since he saw you go down in front of him before he got blindsided with his own round of enemies. 

He makes his way back out of the building, tracking back to the safe house where he knew your two lovers were going insane with worry about you. Would they trust him with you again? He needed to keep you safe and he failed. What would Price say? What verbal whipping would Johnny give him? God, what would Simon do? He didn't want to think about it. He keeps trekking through the streets until he sees a porch light on. 

You come to sometime in the midst, you’re not really sure when. Gaz is carrying you, you think? Your midsection is white hot with pain, regretting any tensing muscle. You can barely make a coherent thought, much less any word come out of your mouth. You end up letting out a loud gasp followed by a tearless sob instead. 

This is your first time getting injured out in the field. You had gone through 7 years of training and service without getting shot, but today was your lucky day. The 141 had looked over your file multiple times; the top of your class, excelled in nearly all physical and mental training, had worked your way up quite quickly with the brains and endurance to back it up. 

You don’t catch Gaz looking back down at you with wide eyes as he starts to murmur reassurances to you, “I know, lovey. I’m sorry. We’re almost there. We’ll get you fixed up.”

What hadn’t occurred to you was that your head had hit the solid cement beneath you, rattling your brain mere seconds after your body fell limp and ichor started flowing out of you. The last combatant had gotten ahold of you briefly, his knife slipping as you threw your weight backwards against him. You turned on your feet, pointing your gun at his head, but didn’t fire quickly enough before he fired his pistol right against your vest first.

Your eyes squinted shut even in the barely there evening light of the desert. Your head was spinning, too many thoughts and not enough at the same time. You try to focus through the searing pain and cloudiness in your thoughts. What had happened?

It’s too much. Your world goes dark.

Simon is the first Gaz sees come through the door of the small one story house. It looks decently well kept considering its near nowhere. Johnny is hot on his heels.

“What happened, Gaz?” 

“What were ye thinking, Panda?”

Gaz keeps his pace towards the door, trying to get you inside as quickly as possible. 

He looks to his side to report, “We got separated. We thought there was only ten in the building, there was double that. They came out of nowhere; cornered her and backed me out. I-“ 

He has to take a breath as he recounts the mission. Price is standing in the living room listening, motioning to put you on the couch, the table full and ready with medical supplies. 

“I heard her around the corner. She needed me to back her up and I couldn’t. If that bitch would’ve gotten her throat-“ Gaz nearly chokes. Johnny put his hand on his shoulder.

“But she didn’t let ‘em. She’ll be ‘right.” Johnny tries, his hands shook instead of his voice.

“I’m so sorry.” Gaz looks at you. His shoulders finally slouch with his head hanging. 

Price hadn’t said a word and got to work, getting the round out of your guts without damaging any other vital organs. 

Simon was already knelt down beside the couch and took your arm in his burly hands. He reached for the alcohol pads and the field sewing kit. It was a wonder he was so good at stitching considering the size of him. Within a few minutes your inner muscle tissue was no longer airing out in the open, closed by one of your boyfriends. 

The sewing kit is passed to Price once he had gotten the split shell out of you with a clink to the table.

Gaz is stuck, looking at your blood quickly turning the beige couch a deep red. Johnny tugs on Gaz’ straps to urge him to take his gear off. 

Unfortunately for you, the unconsciousness of your brain injury had worn off, forcing you back to life. You woke with your eyes dazed and brows drawn in a grimace. Simon looks down to you.

Price is the first to speak from further down, “Welcome back sweet girl. Quite a mess you've made here.” he tries to be lighthearted.

You don't quite understand. Tears start to come and fall over the brim of your eyes, your brain feels like it's been split into two, much less the hot swelling in your belly. 

“Hurts,” you cry, lifting your non-injured arm over your head, trying to block the pain inside of your brain from the outside.

“Panda, look at me baby.” Simon asks with desperation.

You turn your neck towards the voice, unknowing of who is talking. 

“Hm?” You feel fingers drag along your cheeks, wiping tears as they go. Air burns when you breathe.

“Do you know where you are?” Simon asks, noticing the look of confusion crossing your face.

“Shit, her pupils r’dilated.”

“What…?” you manage. Your eyes keep unfocusing no matter how hard you strain.

Simon tries to stay level, “You’re at the safe house. You and Gaz were out clearing that building. You got shot, babygirl. Do you remember that?” 

His hand was rubbing over the back of yours. More frustrated tears roll. You're uncomfortable now. You wrack your brain for information that's vanished.

Soap comes from behind the couch, leaning over you. He’s pretty. 

“Bonnie, you remember my name, love?” 

“Johnny?” you squeak out, feeling embarrassed.

“Good girl. What's his name?” he points next to you.

“I…I don’t….” You feel like you’ve betrayed him somehow. He looks at you concerned, the edge of his mask up and stretched over his nose. His lips look soft.

The room suddenly feels like a spinning ship at sea. Your eyelids contend with your brain. You start to panic, not having control over your body. A whimper comes from your throat. Your eyes roll back to nothingness. Help.

Price swears, hands immediately going to your tense hips to turn you on your side. 

Simon holds your head gently, to try to comfort you or him, he doesn't know.

Gaz watches in near silence as your body convulses in front of him. He could have prevented this. Now look.

Johnny’s eyes couldn't leave your body, watching like you would a train crash. 

You eventually still.

“Babygirl? Panda, open your eyes for me.” Simon almost demands.

You hear his voice far away. Your eyes flutter for what seems like too long. You fight your way to consciousness once again and see wide, brown eyes staring at you.

“Price, Medevac’s landed a block away.”

Taglist: @ohworm-writes, @bjornthebearguy

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