how do u think would toph react if reader got critically injured (like bl33ding and stuff and eventually gets sent to a clinic) wlw intended pls :(( I LOVE YOYR WORKS
toph beifong x injured!reader
content: angst, fluff, f!reader, toph crashing out, happy ending don’t worry, hc format (ish)
summary: read request above ᢉ𐭩
if you got critically injured.. ˚࿔ // wlw intended
☁︎ when toph first hears about it from a nearby soldier, she doesn’t even believe it.
☁︎ she immediately turns to the source of his voice, hand feeling around the air before roughly yanking him closer by the collar. her sightless eyes glare daggers into him, a scowl tugging at her features, “that’s not something to fucking joke about, you asshole.”
he coughs, tapping at her hand for release, “t-this isn’t a joke, master beifong!”
☁︎ her grip tightens, earning strangled sounds from the scared soldier, but when she doesn’t sense any insincerity in his tone or heartbeat, it slackens. “..what?”
“.. ahem,” he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure, back in stance, “yes, the reports say that she sustained—”
“i heard you the first time!” she yells, her raised voice resounding through the camp, eyes blown wide, “where the hell is she?”
the soldier flinches, “a-after the incident, due to the gravity of—”
“cut to the fucking chase!” the ground violently rumbles beneath their feet. she gives his chest a few rough shoves, pushing him back, “go, get a fucking move on! take me there at once!”
☁︎ it is a miracle how she gets to the hospital safely. she was restlessly bouncing her leg, arms crossed over her chest, a million thoughts coursing through her mind. with each sinister possibility she imagined, she’d unconsciously bend some metal parts of the vehicle into shrivelling up like plastic. while she was unaware of her own effects, the poor crew who was chosen to ride with her did not dare breathe in her direction, keeping quiet as they mumbled silent prayers under their breaths.
☁︎ when she arrives at the hospital, her senses are all jumbled up. she keeps bumping into walls and glass, too agitated to slow down and feel around, and she had never cursed her blindness more. the soldier assigned to her hesitantly offers his help — and while in normal conditions, the proud toph beifong would never ever stoop down to actually ask for guidance like she was just some helpless blind girl — she is too alarmed to refuse, and time she doesn’t dare waste.
her need to find you far surpasses her pride, and that is no easy feat.
☁︎ “listen here—” she slams her fists on the front desk, veins bulging out of her forehead, “fuck you, and fuck your stupid forms, i don’t have time for this. tell me what room she’s in, and i really, really suggest you don’t test me. if you can’t tell, i’m in a really fucking bad mood right now.”
the receptionist swallows, terrified, “ma’am, i understand your concern and urgency, but it’s protocol. we need to confirm—”
toph was about to snap, the floor starting to shake under her feet again, when a familiar hand grabs her shoulder and forces her back.
“she’s with me,” katara — who had gotten here earlier because she’d predicted this exact scenario — offers an apologetic bow to the traumatized receptionist, “please excuse her behavior, she’s the patient’s girlfriend.”
☁︎ katara guides toph away, but the stubborn girl doesn’t miss the chance to spit at the front desk before leaving.
☁︎ katara held back on all the things she had to scold her for; how this wasn’t how someone presented themselves at a hospital, how this was disrespectful to the working staff, how she was disrupting the other patients as well as the visitors with the scenes she kept causing..
but that would have to wait. after all, any word unrelated to you would just go in one ear and out the other in toph’s current state.
☁︎ your doctor, who had just shut the door behind him after a small check-up on your vitals, stares quizzically at the seething woman approaching him, shoving away anybody she bumps into, closely followed by a fussy katara who apologized to the confused victims.
“move.” is the only word she gives him, voice low and gravelly. he glares down at her, offended. “excuse me?”
katara laughs nervously, pulling toph to her side, “um, hello doctor! this is her girlfriend. she just wants—”
“i said,” she jabs a calloused finger into his chest, “out of my way.”
☁︎ she unceromoniously barges in, letting katara fix her mess and butter up the scandalized doctor, as she makes her way to your bed. her breath hitches when she finally hears your heartbeat; the unmistakable heartbeat of the woman she loved, the pulse a bit weaker now, a testament to what really happened.
☁︎ all her anger drains out of her at once, her lip quivering with distress as she panickedly rushes to your side, feeling around the sheets for your hand.
☁︎ she shakily squeezes it, careful with the IV drips, and brings it to her face, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i should have been there to protect you. this is my fault. i’m sorry.”
☁︎ nobody dares to come in. the rest of your friends arrive soon after and stay by the door, waiting for your girlfriend’s muffled sobs to subside first; everybody knows better than to walk in on a crying toph. the sight was rare, and it was for good reason.
☁︎ when night set and visitors started trickling out the hospital, toph didn’t budge. she was sat on a chair by your side, arms crossed over your bed, face buried in your sheets.
katara tentatively prodded her shoulder, light and gentle, “toph.. we can come back in the morni—”
“no.” her voice was small and hoarse, she didn’t even bother to raise her head.
☁︎ all attempts at getting her to properly rest or eat for the next three days were fruitless. she barely budged from her spot; only did so if she urgently needed the bathroom or if she wanted a doctor to yell at.
☁︎ it was on the third night that you finally stirred, your room dimly lit by only your vital signs monitor, the only sound filling it being the steady beeping of your heartbeat.
your bones felt like mush. you sighed, extremely dazed and lost, and your eyes lazily swept the room. the clock on the wall read 2am. huh, so you ended up in the hospital.
☁︎ you tried stretching your limbs a little bit, tight with the lack of movement, when the motion caused a head to suddenly pop up by your side. you scream, loud and long, startled out of your mind, when two familiar hands grab your arms. “y-you’re awake!”
☁︎ it takes you a minute to process why the hell you weren’t alone in the first place, before you finally realized who it was. your left hand felt around for the light switch next to you, and relief flooded your heart when her features came to light. she was here.
☁︎ “you scared me.. you big, stupid, careless idiot.” she grumbles, glaring at you, eyes welling up again, then hides her face in your lap as she hugs your legs. you were still disoriented and groggy, having just woken up from a three day slumber, but your hand found her hair, stroking it gently. “shh.. i’m here.”
☁︎ when you finally get discharged, she heavily denies having ever cried at all. says you just dreamt it up because of long you were asleep for.
☁︎ but her puffy eyes and lost weight spoke more than her flimsy lies, so you just smile, pretending to believe her, and go home, wrapped around your lovely girlfriend’s arm.
since that day, it goes without saying that you never got to leave on a mission without her again. well, not that you minded this new rule at all.
* if you guys don’t leave replies i will just assume you hate me and my work is so shit and you secretly want me to die
