#gropping

TF141 x Fem!Injured!Reader

Warnings: female reader, poly!TF141, hospitals, mentions of trauma, anxiety, comfort, mild smut (no sex, just groping), pda, I think that's it?

had an the second mri on my shoulder today. got me thinking while I was laying there.

(Reader) had to go to a civilian hospital to get some MRI done on her injured shoulder. The team, knowing damn well how anxious she gets in the general public after having been in the binds of the military for so long, decide to go with her.

(Reader) had to be there early in the afternoon. Two hours before she had to be there, Price pulled Soap's jeep around and made sure she was ready to go.

"'Ey, come on, we gotta go." Price tells her, finding her in the common room, messing with her phone. Her hair was down, something somewhat unusual for her. Sweatpants covered her legs, a loose t-shirt covering her torso.

"Price, it's two hours before my appointment. I can get there in an hour."

"Yeah, speeding in your Mustang. I'm drivin' you. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are already in the car." (Reader) rolls her eyes a little before grabbing her jacket off the back of the couch and pulling it on.

When they finally made it to the hospital, everyone could see the tension in her body. She was uncomfortable, even just in the parking lot.

"Shit, why's no one know how to park around here? Everyone's taking up two damn spots, there isn't even snow on the pavement." Price grunts out, driving around the parking lot, looking for a spot.

"You might need to go to the parking garage. Looks like these are full." Gaz speaks up, pointing to the four story parking garage. Price sighs, reluctantly turning on the turn signal to pull into the parking garage.

"How freaked out do you think people are gonna be when you guys walk in?" (Reader) mumbles sarcastically.

"We're in street clothes, lass." Soap reminds her, acting like he's stating the obvious. Price was wearing a pair of jeans and an old army t-shirt with an army green hoodie pulled over it. For once, he left the boonie hat in his office, longer brown buzz cut on full display. Gaz has on a pair of black sweatpants, a navy blue t-shirt with a black zip-up hoodie over top of it. Soap's dark wash jeans cling to him, the blue hoodie doing nothing to conceal the fact he was well built. Ghost looked like some stalker, his ghost mask being replaced with a black disposable mask covering the lower half of his face, black jeans, and just a black t-shirt, the sleeves stretching over his biceps.

"I can pass as just a very athletic civilian, it's blantly obvious that you four are military. If nothing else the boots give it away." (Reader) has on a pair of slip on shoes, knowing she'll have to take them off for the MRI.

"Ah whatever, love." Ghost mumbles and Price finally pulls into a parking spot.

"Use our first names in the hospital, yeah sweetheart?" John Price tells her, patting her thigh softly. She nods, John putting the vehicle into park.

After the walk to the hospital, they arrive at the front desk, the receptionist staring for a couple seconds at the well-build women in front of her, and then the four tall, muscular men standing behind her.

"(Reader) (Last Name), 'm here for an MRI."

"Uhm, are these men with you?" The receptionist, her name tag says Mary, was an older women with thick glasses, wearing a knit sweater looks up from the women to the men behind her.

"Yeah, they're my uhm... team mates." (Reader)'s gaze flickers behind her, not quite knowing how to introduce or adress the four men behind her. Mary clicks away at the keyboard, John and Simon's heads on swivel, checking out the main entrance of the hospital. Johnny softly pats (Reader) on her uninjured shoulder, reassuring her. Kyle give the receptionist a look, he knows that the hospital will probably label her as a possible trafficking situation until they see her file says military.

"Ah! You're military, that makes more sense now." (Reader) simply just nods her head, dread crawling up her throat. Mary hands her the paperwork she had printed and gives her instructions to the radiology department.

Paperwork was filled out, the team now sits in the main radiology department waiting room. Simon's arm drapped across the back of the bench he and (Reader) are sitting down. Simon hasn't said much, but he knows what she needs right now isn't words from him, it's just knowing he's here. The muscles of her body are still pulled tight.

Johnny's hand interlocks with her, squeezing it softly. John paces the waiting room, Kyle just sits in a chair near Johnny's. They had been getting weird looks the entire time, yet none of them even paid the other patients any mind.

A big male nurse come out of a locked door and calls (Reader)'s name. All three of the men sitting stood up, John walking to stand behind (Reader).

"They're my teammates." (Reader) grunts out, the anxiety in her obvious to the four men behind her. She hands the clipboard to the nurse, Johnny brushing up against her uninjured shoulder, trying to relax her.

"Guess it's good the MRI department is slow today." The nurse motions for them to follow. (Reader) hands the nurse the clipboard with paperwork on it, he takes it and leads them to a smaller waiting room. "My name is Jason. I need you to go into one of these changing rooms, remove all of your clothing other then your underwear on the bottom, change into these pants and this gown, it ties in the back. I'll be out to get you in a little bit." (Reader) nods, and takes the clothing from him the nurse disappearing into a backroom, locked with a keycard.

"You need help gettin' changed sweetheart?" John asks, his voice soft and smooth. (Reader) nods and John takes the clothing out of her hands, motioning her to the closest changing room. The other three men sit down in the waiting room.

John locks the changing room door, before setting the clothing down on the bench before putting his hands on (Reader)'s jacket.

"I know your anxious n I don't blame you." He keeps his voice soft, gentle. His hands slide the jacket off her shoulders. "You've been in the military a long time. Joined the army fresh outta highschool." He sets jacket down before moving to the hem of her shirt. "Somehow, made your way to our team." Her shirt drops to the bench too. "It's been a long time since you've been in a place like this. But you're safe, alright?" He presses a gentle kiss to her neck, noticing all the scars and marks on her back and shoulders but not saying anything about them. He undoes her bra, sliding it off. "We won't let anything happen to you." He grabs the gown, opening it and sliding it on her body, tying it at the base of her neck and again right around the curve of her waist. His hands slide under, untying her sweatpants. He hears her let out a small whine.

(Reader) wasn't weak or frail, not by any means. Just as capable as any of them on the field and on base, but she struggled being in normal civilian life a lot more then the others. She was used to the structure of the military, she craved it. She had a rough past, joining the military to escape. He knew part of her trauma made her anxious in hospitals. She needed a stable, steady hand right now, and John was completely willing to be that.

"Be good n strong through this and the team will have a treat for you, Sargent." She nods her head, slipping back into her more military mindset. John pushes her sweatpants off her legs and pulls off her socks, replacing them with the hospital standard grippy socks and then sliding the canvas pants on her, tying them in the front. "There you go, (Reader). You're safe, ok?"

She nods her head as John gathers up her clothes and puts them in the bag the nurse provided and carries them out to the small waiting room. She follows behind him, sitting down next to Johnny. Sure he was usually energetic, eager, excited. But right now his main focus was in getting (Reader) through this. He interlocked his fingers with hers, Kyle giving her a soft pat on the cheek, Simon squeezing her thigh before returning his hand to his lap. The sound of running water makes her turn her head, John pulling the lever on the water cooler that releases hot water into a disposable cup. He drops a tea bag in it and comes to sit next to all of them.

"You took out all your piercings, right love?" Simon's voice cuts through the silent room and she nods her head.

Only a little while later, Jason returns.

"Ok, (Reader), we're ready for you back in the room. You guys have to stay here, she'll be out in roughly 45 minutes." Johnny presses a desperate kiss to her lips, lasting a few seconds longer then necessary. Gaz simply squeezes her side when she stands up, giving her a reassuring grin. John steals a kiss to her hand, Ghost only nods to her. It's all she needs from them. She was no child, she didn't need to be coddled, but the men weren't about to let her go through something they know she hated without a little affection. She follows Jason, disappearing between behind the door.

"Alright, no metal right?"

"Right."

"You don't need any contrast for this one, so just walk through this metal detector here to make sure you're good." No sound arises from the metal detector as she walks through it. "Good, good. What kinda music you want while you're in there?"

She thinks for a second, her mind going to the nights at base. The common room filled with the warm sound of on old country vinyl spinning on John's record player. Only the lamps on, bathing the room in a warm, soft light. John sitting in his leather arm chair like it was a thrown, glass of whiskey in his hand, cigar smoking between his lips, one leg resting on the other. His gaze heavy on the scene in front of him. Johnny making a drink, making sure the record was spinning right. Kyle's eyes following Simon's hands running over my body as he spun me around in the center of the common room.

"Country please. Classic country."

"You bet."

Soon she was positioned on the MRI table how they wanted her, earplugs in, headphones over top of them. Emergency ball in her uninjured arm, heavy fabric covered plastic cage over her injured shoulder. Jason presses the button to make the table slide into the tube. The MRI started, clicks, beeps, and hums swirling around her as the slow sound of classic country soothing her mind. Eyes growing heavy, the scene of late nights in the common room playing behind her eyes.

Her body jolts awake, feeling the table moving underneath her.

'Holy hell, I fell asleep.' (Reader) thinks to herself as the table is fully slid out of the machine. Jason takes the cage off her shoulder, she sets the emergency ball down. Headphones off, she pulls the ear plugs out of her ears, as he lowers the table.

"Ok, you're free to go as soon as you get get dressed. Your doctor should call you in a few days with the results." She nods as she pushes herself to stand on the floor, following him out. She reaches the waiting room, her men still the only ones there. Johnny and Simon's hands were interlaced, Kyle's head resting on John's shoulder as the older captian watched the news on the small TV.

"'Ey bonnie, you survived!" Johnny says, standing up fron the chair and pulling her into a hug.

"C'mon I'll help ya change." Simon grunts, throwing away the paper cup as he leads her to the changing room. The door locks with a click, Simon settinf the bag of her belongings down on the bench. Large fingers make quick work of untying the knots holding the gown together.

"Did *kiss*, such a *kiss*, good *kiss* fucking job." He pressed sloppy kisses to the back of her neck, right along the spin, hands sliding the gown off her shoulders. His large hands come up to her chest, squeezing her tits in his hands.

"I mmmhm, fell asleep in the machine." She admits, her voice breathy.

"Atta fuckin' girl." He mumbles, pressing one more messy sloppy kiss to the back of her neck, right where her shoulder curves up into his neck. His hands still rubbing her tits. M'kay, jus' a little taste of what's coming to ya later." He pulls away, sliding her bra on her shoulders, buckling it in the back. Then he pulls om her shirt, tugging off the hospital pants and socks before replacing them with hers. As he pulls her jacket over her shoulders, he kisses her on the lips. "There ya go love." He tosses the used clothing into the hamper. Simon leads her out of the changing room.

"Let's get outta here, sweet girl." Kyle tells her as he presses a kiss on her lips after standing up from the chair. They all make their way out of the hospital and into the parking garage. When they get to the jeep, Kyle, Johnny, and Simon sitting in the back, John sitting in the driver seat and (Reader) sitting in the passenger seat. The jeep roars to life as John pushes the key to turn in the ignition. He leans over, his large calloused hand catching (Reader)'s chin, tilting her face towards him, catching her lips with his own in a messy, sloppy, teeth clashing kiss. When he finally breaks away, both their lips are pink, (Reader)'s face flushed red. John backs the jeep out of the parking spot, getting out of the parking garage before pulling out of the parking lot. He makes his way to the highway, turning the opposite way they came from.

"Base is the other way, John." (Reader)'s voice is confused, wondering how in the world John forgot which way on the highway to go. He just chuckles, Simon speaking up from right behind her.

"We ain't going to base, love. We're going to my cabin. It's about 10 miles in the woods, no one will hear ya scream, pretty girl."