The Doctor 🧪

I need need need a dottore x reader fanfic where we stop him from dying somehow or some heavy angst shit. I don't want him gone I need a way to cope someone I beg u.

a love that wilted too soon.

there was no other way of describing the predicament you had found yourself in.

well, that was a lie — there were plenty of ways to phrase it, shape it, spin it. but of all avenues, a love wilting too soon was the most rational way of putting together what had been brought upon you.

the coffee machine dripped faintly in the background, minute hand ticking in response as frigid gusts hissed- slamming against the curtained window. on any other day, these might have been insignificant — negligible, something un-noteworthy.

today, it was loud — invasive, and mocking.

it made you want to tear out every single hair on your head, were it not for the sliver of self preservation that remained. a voice chiding that you shouldn’t destroy yourself so haphazardly.

but you couldn’t help the invasive thoughts.

you missed the gentle piano; the glide of azure-black leather along pristine keys, playing a tune you couldn’t quite name, but hummed along to anyway.

you also missed the discourse — always having to debate something. whether it was critique or hot takes.

and maybe part of you had even missed the checkups. having a hand pressed to your forehead despite there being no fever or having wounds treated from battle.

archons, you missed him.

and he’s gone.

gone without the knowledge of everything you had felt for him.

a particularly dense glob of a roast far too intense for your liking ricocheted against the half emptied pot, disturbing the peace for the last time as a screeching tune played beneath your fingers. wrong note.

your digits found the protective layer as you brought it down over the pristine keys, lowering your head in defeat.

“mm.. your fingers are beginning to cramp up, dear. what good would you do if you overwork them beyond repair?” a familiar timbre echoed closely, yet distant. there, but not quite in the way you would have wanted.

pursing your lips together, you willed the shaking to cease in your hands, lashes meeting your cheeks. “an excuse to visit the doctor, i suppose.” you parroted back, hoarsely almost, worn from disuse and the shameful sobs you had been letting out every night since it happened.

amused, the voice seemed to chuckle as though you had told a joke, contemplating by the hum that followed. “a visit to the doctor, yes?” he repeated, allowing the words to hang a little. “and pray tell, where might you be able find this doctor, dear?”

rising abruptly from the piano bench, a lab coat far too large to be your own trailed behind your silhouette as though a cloak or cape violently would in battle, shaking your head. “nowhere, i suppose.” you returned without much bite despite the sharpness to your movements, leaving behind the grand piano in lieu of the king sized bed that awaited you.

disheveled from recent use, yet devoid of any presence other than your own apart from a scent not quite belonging to your collection of toiletries. a hint of antiseptic, with a blend that reminded you of the rainforest.

the place that had simultaneously brought him into this world as it had cast him out the past few times. and according to the banker after smearing his pale cheek with a burning shade of rose, this time for good.

crumpled sheets caught your defeated form for the umpteenth time, joints pulsing from having spent too long on the piano again. maybe it would be best to forego playing for a bit, but what else could keep your mind at bay? painting or sketching felt like you might depict something far too painful to look at, and poetry or prose seemed like a waste of paper with how it would yield to an overflow of tears. cooking or any other form of creation was more or less a risk with how distant your mind had been.

so then what?

shifting closer to the side that was not your own, you pulled the pillow closer to your face, fresh droplets toppling from your waterline to the plush surface. maybe another day in the realm of the subconscious, until you might be able to find yourself there permanently.

notes. i need this man to come back bro this is fucked up this is actually fucked up💔 i might write another angst drabble but slightly more destructive than melancholic cuz i need reader to crash out ( im coping )

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