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You sat with your back against a wall, legs stretched out in front of you while your eyes focused on the ceiling fan. Attempting to ignore the pain in BOTH of your legs, you were worried that if you looked down your adrenaline would run out and you would finally pass out. In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea to piss off the Brazilian with a very slight anger problem who was specially trained in torture tactics. Given it probably wasn't her full intention to shoot you in both your calves but you were the one who made it personal by mentioning her family, you made a note for yourself later to try and apologize to her. Well, you can’t lie and say you didn’t learn my lesson but if you could have done it without getting shot, just maybe it would feel worth it. 

You heard the sounds of loud footsteps from the hallway leading to the room you sat in so you gently turned your head to the side, focusing on just who was coming your way. Before you had the chance to take your guess, Seamus (Sledge) had poked his head through the doorway and immediately sighed loudly at the sight of you sitting on the floor with your legs bloody.

“Who did you piss off this time?” he said, leaning against the door frame with the bridge of his nose between his two fingers.

You practically lulled your head at him “Cav...”

He pulled his face down with his hand, “Again. Y/N you can’t keep pissing people off like this, especially Cav.” 

“I’m stopping you right there, you sound like my dad and my 6th grade English teacher and it's seriously making me want to punch your teeth in.” You said with a grimace, luckily Sledge and you had become good friends through Rainbow, having the same humor, he knew your jokes sounded more serious than they actually were.

“I’d say ‘I’d like to see you try’ but I feel like I’m already kicking you while you’re down.” He squatted down to your level, attempting to look you in the eye.

“ahhh, hahaha, I get it, cause my legs are shot!” You sarcastically let out a very fake chuckle and hit your thigh gently, “Dude, you should have gone into comedy, you’d be amazing!” 

“Ok, now you’re pissing me off” He stood up and wiped his pant legs, “I’ll get Doc”

“What?! No! Why him? He’s gross and smells like an Axe deodorant factory” You said, it wasn’t that you actually hated him, it was just that your whole relationship with him was built off of giving each other the hardest time you could and you knew he would give you some form of hell for this.

Seamus looked at you with a flat face and in a very monotone voice said “I’m getting Doc” he left your view and you could hear him make his way down the concrete hallway.

Before you could let him get too far away, you knew you had to give him a ‘thank you’, “Dickweed!” you shouted outside the door. 

“Tiny bastard!’ He shouted back. That was how your ‘thank you’s’ and ‘goodbyes’ normally went.

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After a few minutes you heard another set of footsteps, but it sounded like more than just 2 people. As soon as you heard the footsteps they were right next to you, all three of them entered the room. Looking up you made contact with a pair of eyes you knew too well.

You let out an exaggerated groan “Why the hell are you here?” You said Masaru (Echo) chuckled evilly over you, plopping next to your left.

“You thought I’d miss out on getting shot?” He pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his elbows on his knees, getting a slight kick out of your situation.

“You’re so lucky I’m so hopped up on adrenaline or I’d have your ass,” You said.

You heard a cough at the door and turned your head enough to see who it was and wouldn’t you know it, Gustave (Doc) was standing right there. He merely stood in the doorway, looking down at you, studying the situation, and why you weren’t even feeling a little pain. Looking him up and down, you saw he didn’t have anything with him. No med kit, no bandages, not even a wheelchair.

“Hey, where's my wheelchair to get out of here? Or do I get the peasant treatment and get a wooden cart?” You said, finding your joke a little humorous.

“You mean what you deserve?” Seamus said with a huff, aggravated you got into this situation in the first place, making you finally realize he was in the room too. 

Gustave directed his attention to you, crouching down to his knees to look at you. “Careful, I’m the one going to be taking care of you anyway. Better be nice to me” He said with a slight smile. He rudely poked at your ankle, and when realizing you didn’t feel any pain at all, poked it again. 

You giggled to yourself and with a sly smile said, “Easy now, I haven’t shaved my legs in a bit. Don’t want to gross you out” Once you saw the blush on his face you couldn’t help but wink and smile wider. 

“Jesus Y/N, TMI much? Doc’s the only one trying to get into your pants here” Masaru said, pretending to gag.

“Speak for yourself” Seamus chimed in, cheek clicking at you. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Seamus to flirt every once in a while. How could you not? Have you seen the man? But it didn’t change the fact it was clear there was no romance between the two of you, and you both made sure the other knew of it.

Looking back at Gustave, you saw the irritation on his face, you knew he wasn’t fond of the idea of work relationships, especially in your line of work. You liked the idea that it was because it was Seamus who could make you blush and not him, but the thought quickly left your head.

‘Don’t get caught up on feelings you can’t have’ You said to yourself.

“Well, from what I can tell you will be totally fine, it hit no major tissue or veins. But I still need to take you to the infirmary to clean you up.” Doc finally said after looking over your legs. “I didn’t bring a chair with me, so I guess I’ll just have to carry you out of the training area” His lips curled into a sly smirk.

You stared at him blankly, but the blank stare quickly turned into a scowl. “You’re fucking kidding me? You planned this?! No! Hell No I’m not letting you carry me down the stairs!”

“Awe comes on Y/N! Give the guy some kind of bone” Masaru bumped your shoulder.

“You know what I think Echo? I think we should go, give these two some time alone” Seamus said with a wild smirk, knowing how pissed you were going to be at him. Echo, loving the idea of putting you through a bit more turmoil, quickly agreed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll bring you some lunch once you get into the infirmary. Be good!” Masaru hopped up from his place on the floor and both him and Seamus waved themselves out, leaving you alone with Doc.

“You’re not carrying me.” You said quickly and coldly, making sure he knew you were serious. He knew, of course. But little did you know, he thought it was adorable how when you tried to come off as threatening you would scowl more, making your nose scrunch up in such a way he couldn’t help but find make you seem cuter than you already were. He shook the idea out of his head, knowing if he didn’t get you moving soon the adrenaline would wear off and you would be in pain. 

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, but I will need some help.” He said, standing up and walking directly in front of you. You tilted your head at him, non-verbally questioning his intentions. It wasn’t until he reached his hands out straight at you, quickly closing and opening his hands at you, you realized what his request was and you felt a blush come to your face.

“I AM NOT DOING GRABBY HANDS FOR YOU” You shouted loudly, not caring but actually hoping someone would hear you and save you. Gustave began to laugh at your reactions “There's no escaping this~” He cooed at you, getting back at your level on the floor. “ I’d rather crawl to the infirmary!” You crossed your arms, turning your body away from him best you could. 

“Come on Y/N, we’re not moving till you do so~” Gustave got a bit closer but not enough to get into your personal space. You both stared each other down, testing to see who would break and give in to the other. You took the time to look at his face, he was handsome of course, but was there much beyond that? What you should have been asking was it worth thinking about it. After what felt like a minute you finally weighed your options. You were stubborn, but it was the fact that if you didn’t get moving things would get worse, so you finally caved. After a sigh, you turned your face to the side, reaching your arms out slowly. 

‘God this is going to be painful to my pride’

As quickly as you could you opened and closed your hands, heat rushing to your face quickly that you just had to grabby hand at your co-worker. You heard Gustave chuckle and shot him a dagger filled glare, which only made him laugh more. “Ok, ok, I wish I could say that was the end of your embarrassment, but...I don’t want to bridal carry you, it might hurt your calves, so I’ll have to carry you piggyback style.” He blushed slightly, scratching the back of his neck

“This day literally can’t any worse can it?” You threw your head back, “Fine, but you so owe me”

“I can deal with that, now come here we need to get you out of here, quickly.” He turned around and you scooted closer. “Here, put your hands on my shoulders.” He patted his left shoulder and you did so. He pulled you by your wrist forward so you could wrap your arms around his neck. “Hold on,” You tighten your arms around his neck enough for stability as he quickly but steadily stands up to catch under your knees to hold you up. After getting stable he started making his way out of the room, down the hallway, and quickly out of the training area.

“Apologize for being rude, but I must say, you’re light,” He said, but winced when you slapped him upside the head. You felt the chuckle he let out vibrate through his back, you couldn’t help but rest your head against his shoulder, it was embarrassing but the adrenaline was starting to leave and dizziness and sleep hit you just before the pain. So as tired as you were, you couldn’t ignore the small amount of warmth that Gustave gave off, feeling comforted by it. He rambled on, but before he even entered the infirmary he realized you had fallen asleep. Knowing how you desperately needed rest, he quieted down, imagining how peaceful you must have looked snuggled against his back. He smiled at the idea of you being so comforted by him you fell asleep but knew that wasn’t the case. 

Setting you down as gently as he could on the hospital bed, he made sure you were comfortable to stay like that for a while. He knew he had to wake you up before doing anything to your person, but he took a few seconds to watch you peacefully breathe, finding your sleeping face quite beautiful. Not that it wasn’t other times, but you would always turn away from him before he could take a good look. You were a very beautiful woman, there was no doubt. He shook his head, knew he was wasting too much time. He moved some hair out of your face before shaking your shoulder and watching your eyes flutter open.