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kwanisms · 5 years

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The Doctor Will See You Now - pcy

⤑ genre: smut, supernatural, incubus folklore ⤑ pairing: incubus!Chanyeol x doctor!Reader ⤑ warning: strong language, graphic descriptions of gore, sexual content, oral (f. receiving), rough sex, body worship, unprotected sex (use protection, kids!) ⤑ summary: Chanyeol was the type of man any woman would fawn over. Tall, handsome, smart, and compassionate. All the nurses in the trauma department are head over heels for him, especially when he volunteers his free time to watching over the newborns in the maternity ward nursery. He has everyone in that hospital wrapped around his finger. All except for one stubborn and hot-headed doctor— Y/N. ⤑ word count: 4.5k

a/n: Here it is! the 9th installment in our 12 Days of Lust EXO collab! I hope you all have been enjoying each piece as it comes out! Please look forward to the rest of the series! Thank you for your support this far! * a pojangmacha is a tent bar in Korea. You see these a lot in k-dramas. ~K

Chest heaving with heavy breaths as you tried to calm yourself down, you looked around your dark room. It had been sometime since you’d had such an erotic dream. You reach up and checked your pulse, sighing as it started to slow back to its usual pace.

You pulled back the covers and swung your legs over the side of your bed, getting to your feet and crossed the room to your bathroom. It was nearly 4 am and you saw no reason to go back to bed when you had to be up in almost an hour. You decided to turn on the shower to try and forget about the dream.

It wasn’t that you were ashamed about the dream, but rather, who it was about.

Park Chanyeol was your colleague but he wasn’t exactly someone you were fond of. Not fond enough to be dreaming about sex with him. You barely spoke a word to the nurse yet here he was, invading your dreams like it was the most reasonable place for him to be.

You discarded your clothes and stepped into the hot stream of water, attempting to wash away your dirty thoughts with the male nurse in the trauma ward. It proved harder than you originally thought. Every pass of the loofah over your body had you thinking about the way his hands held you.

You shook your head. ‘Get a grip, (Y/N)!’ you told yourself as you hurried through the rest of your shower. You turned off the water, wrapping a towel carefully around your body before stepping out and starting to dry off.

Minutes later, you exited your bathroom, a towel wrapped around your hair and your favorite bathrobe on as you headed out into your kitchen to start breakfast and put on some coffee. While you waited for your eggs to finish cooking, your mind wandered back to your dream.

The way Chanyeol had you pushed up against the glass wall of your shower, fingers working in and out of you slowly, almost teasingly. The image of him, naked, with water rolling down his tone muscles was surely going to stay in your mind, no matter how much you tried to forget it.

After eating, you started getting ready for your shift at the hospital. You had transferred to the trauma unit a few months ago and it was on your second shift that you met Chanyeol, the hot nurse every female nurse and doctor went on and on about.

There was no denying it, he was indeed every bit attractive they made him out to be. He was tall with soft, wavy dark brown locks. His skin was tanned and occasionally you caught a glimpse of his tattoos hidden under his clothes. You wondered how many tattoos he had and where he had them.

His smile was adorable and he was much more charming than his fangirls gave him credit for. You were making rounds with one of the other trauma doctors, introducing yourself to the unit when you met Chanyeol. He had just come out of an operating room. He stopped to say hello to the doctor you were walking with, Dr. Yoo, before his eyes fell on you.

“Oh, this is Dr. (Y/L/N). She’s going to be joining us in the trauma ward,” Dr. Yoo said, gesturing at you. “(Y/N), this is Park Chanyeol, one of our nurses. You smiled up at him, offering a polite bow, one he returned. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said with a smile. “I look forward to working with you,” he added.

Before you could say anything, he excused himself and went on his way.

The next time you met him, he was talking to a group of female nurses. They hung onto his every word as he told them some story. You quickly grew annoyed with him. He always seemed to be flirting with every female nurse and doctor in the ward and you were determined not to fall for his tricks.

Though he seemed to make it his mission to make you fall for him.

Every chance he got, Chanyeol seemed to flirt harder with you than any other woman and it got on your every nerve. He seemed to know the exact way to push your buttons and it seemed like he enjoyed doing it too. You tried your best to ignore him but you worked together every shift.

Working in the trauma ward was taxing and you often found you needed a rest after so long. About thirteen hours into your eighteen hour shift, you decided to take a break and catch a quick power nap. When you woke up, after a very intense dream, you found you weren’t alone in the breakroom. Chanyeol was grabbing a cup of coffee.

You avoided his gaze as much as you could. “Nice nap?” he asked with a smile. You nodded without a word. “Have a nice dream?” he asked. “What are you taking about?” you asked, nearly jumping out of your skin when he sat down so suddenly next to you. “You know,” he murmured before looking around to make sure the breakroom was empty.

“I could smell you from over there,” he said nodding to where the coffee pot was. Your face turned pink as you attempted to ask him what he meant. Chanyeol smiled at you, shaking his head. “It’s not what you think,” he added.

“You smell sweet. It’s kind of…” he said, trailing off as his eyes wandered your body. “Intoxicating,” he finished, looking up to meet your gaze again.

You scoffed and looked away from him. “I could help,” he whispered, leaning and you leaned away from him, glaring at him as if he just screamed something crazy at you. “No thank you,” you said sternly. Chanyeol chuckled and shrugged, downing the rest of his coffee before getting up. He rinsed out his cup and set it in the sink before turning to face you again.

“If you change your mind,” he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. “You know where to find me,” he added before slinking out of the room, leaving you both parts aroused and disgusted. ‘What does he mean by intoxicating?’ you asked yourself as you stretched and got to your feet, determined to finish your shift. ‘You are so weird, Park Chanyeol.’

At the end of your shift you were just happy to have it over as you headed out of the hospital. You had just stepped out into the parking lot when you heard a voice call your name. You turned to see Chanyeol running to catch up with you. He had changed out of his scrubs and into a plain white tee, black jeans, and a black leather jacket. You had to admit, he looked good.

“Hey,” he said breathlessly, smiling at you. “What’s up?” you asked as he stood before you. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat?” he asked and you looked around before answering. “I should probably get home,” you said softly. Chanyeol held up his hand. “Wait!” he said.

You stopped and turned to face him. “About what I said earlier,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. I was out of line. The truth is, I haven’t been sleeping well and I think it caught up to me earlier,” he said with a frown on his face. “I really am sorry,” he added. You studied his face and found him to be sincere.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said waving it away. “We all say weird things when we’re tired, right?” you asked and Chanyeol smiled. “Thank you,” he said giving you a slight bow. The two of you headed away from the hospital, ending up in a pojangmacha*. You both ordered plenty of food and at the urging of Chanyeol, soju. One bottle turned into two which turned into four and before long, you were heading home, Chanyeol holding you up as he walked.

“Whoa, Dr. (Y/L/N)!” he said as he lead you to your building. “You should not have drank that much,” he said chuckling as he carried you to the door. After a few failed attempts to put your passcode in, Chanyeol got you inside the elevator and the two of you took the long ride up to your floor.

“Have I ever told you how cute you are?” you slurred, taking Chanyeol’s face in your hands and squishing his cheeks. He laughed nervously, taking your hands and removing them. “Ah, no,” he said shaking his head. “You haven’t,” he added as the lift reached your floor.

Chanyeol helped you into your apartment, setting you on the couch before getting you a glass of water. “Here,” he said handing it to you. “Drink this,” he said. You took a large gulp of the cool liquid before downing the entire glass. “More,” you said, holding the glass out. Chanyeol took it from you and filled it with more cold water. You down the second glass and smiled.

“Feeling better?” he asked and you nodded. Chanyeol took that as a sign to get you up and move you. He led you to your bedroom. “I’m gonna just set you right here,” he said as he set you on the bed. You laid back and he lifted your legs onto the mattress before covering you with a blanket.

“Alright,” he said leaning over you. “Do you need anything else?” he asked but you were passed out cold, soft snores emitting from your frame. He stood straight and chuckled.

Oh, she’s cute,” he said softly.

You sat up straight, looking around the breakroom and was confused for a moment. You were certain you left the hospital already. No one was in the room as you looked around. You got slowly to your feet and headed for the door, peering out into the hall which was also empty.

You stepped out into the hall and looked around. Not a soul in sight as you walked. The lights flickered above you and your attention was drawn to something on the ground up ahead. You hurried, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. As you approached the spot your eyes widened as you recognized it was blood. A lot of blood.

Glancing around once more, you decided to follow the blood. The hallway the blood led you down was a wreck. Hospital equipment was destroyed, hospital beds overturned, blood smeared all over the walls and floors. You rounded a corner and nearly let out a scream.

Before you was a large creature with huge grotesque wings. It sat hunched over, its head moving as crunching sounds could be heard. You inched closer, blood now pooling on the floor. There was so much blood and-- entrails. Half eaten organs and intestines were also strewn about.

The creature was eating and you had a pretty good idea of what it was eating.

When you were no less than ten feet from it, the creature stopped moving, the crunching sounds stopped and you watched in horror as the creature’s head turned slowly, giving you a view of its profile. Huge blackened horns were come out of either side of its head, curling back and around like that of a ram. It had large piercing black eyes with fiery orange irises.

You allowed yourself a moment to survey the rest of its enormous body. The torso was that of a man while its legs were that of a goat, a huge goat. Blood was matted in its fur, blood smeared over the front of it’s chest as he consumed your coworkers and patients. Your eyes met the monster’s and you let out a scream. It let out an earth shattering roar and you turned, running back down the hall yo had come from, its roar echoing in your ears as you ran.

You were sure it was following you, so without looking back, you ran as fast as you could and rounded the corner. As you did, you ran face first into a hard body and grabbed onto steady yourself. You looked up at the face of-- “Chanyeol?” you asked and the nurse gave you a smile. “We have to go!” you shouted, taking his arm and trying to pushing him back down the hall. Chanyeol took your hands in his and looked in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. You launched into an explanation, describing the creature you had seen. “So we need to go!!” you urged him. Chanyeol looked behind you and back down at you. “There’s nothing there, (Y/N),” he said and you stared at him as if he had grown a second head. ‘What was he talking about?’ you asked yourself. Chanyeol nodded behind you. “Look for yourself,” he said.

Heart pounding, you turned to look behind you but found the hallway empty. The smears of blood gone and the walls and floors were clean and the hall in pristine condition. You heard Chanyeol clear his throat. You turned to look at up. “Are you feeling alright, doctor?” he asked and you nodded slowly.

Chanyeol took your hand and led you away from the hallway. “What are you doing?” you asked as he led you into an empty room. “Get up on the bed,” he said shutting the door and turning to grab a pair of clean gloves. You hesitated. ‘What?’ you wondered. Chanyeol turned to find you staring at him.

“I’m just going to check you out,” he said as he put the gloves on. “I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he added. You nodded and climbed up onto the bed as he moved closer. He started to check you over, running his hands over your exposed skin. “You don’t seem to have any abrasions,” he murmured before standing up straight. “Let’s check your heart,” he said grabbing the stethoscope from where it hung around his neck and put the ear tips in.

He rested the diaphragm against your chest. You waited as he listened. “One deep breath for me,” he said and for whatever reason, you complied, taking a deep breath and letting out. He reached around, pressing the diaphragm against your back. “One more,” he said and you breathed in.

He removed the stethoscope and hung it back around his neck. “Follow my finger,” he said holding his index finger up and pulling out a small flashlight. He shined the light in your eyes as you followed his finger, passing in front of him. You momentarily glanced up at him before back at his finger.

Chanyeol dropped his hand and pocketed the flashlight. “You seem to be alright,” he said leaning forward, resting his hands on either side of you on the bed, a smile on his face. You felt your heart rate quicken from the close proximity.

“I s-should go,” you stammered softly. Chanyeol nodded slowly. “You sure whatever’s out there is gone?” he asked and you looked up at him, eyes wide. “What?” you breathed. Chanyeol’s serious expression shifted as a smile broke out and he chuckled. “I’m just teasing you, Doctor,” he said standing up straight and taking a step back.

You slowly slid off the bed. Chanyeol watched as you walked slowly around him before stopping just at the door. “Thanks,” you said softly causing the male to look at you curiously. “What for?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “For looking after me,” you said softly. “I’m not used to people taking care of me,” you said with a smile. “So thanks.” Chanyeol’s smile widened.

You turned to the door, grasping the knob in your hand but froze when Chanyeol spoke again.

“Then let me take care of you,” he said softly. You heard him slowly cross the room until he was standing right behind you. You felt one of his hands graze gently across the back of your neck, his fingers trailing along the skin before they moved lower, skimming down your spine until he reached around, wrapping his arm around your midsection and pulled you back against him.

A small squeal left your lips and you were quick to cover your mouth. Chanyeol smiled into your hair, ducking his head to press his lips against your neck. “Chanyeol,” you whispered as you felt his tongue press against your skin, clouding your thoughts. “Hmm?” he asked in a hum as he resumed kissing your neck. “What are you doing?” you asked. “Taking care of you,” Chanyeol replied. “Unless you want me to stop,” he added, lifting his head slightly, waiting for your response.

On one hand, you knew he should stop. You couldn’t do this, not in the hospital but part of you didn’t care and you wanted him so badly at this point that you couldn’t stand it anymore. You had never experienced such sexual attraction to someone before. It invaded your mind, leaving every thought about him. You wanted his lips on yours, his hands on your body, and his cock inside you.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, turning so you were facing him.

Chanyeol’s eyes darkened and he grabbed your waist, pulling you away from the door until he was leaning against the hospital bed. He turned the two of you around and pushed you back against it. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he whispered before pulling you in for a kiss. The heat radiating off his body, mixed with his scent, was making you dizzy with desire.

Just as quickly as his lips were on yours, he shifted, kissing down your neck. Chanyeol glanced up at you once, giving you a smirk as he lowered himself to his knees, kneeling before you. He started to undo the ties of your pants before pulling them down slowly, all the while maintaining eye contact.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to hide the smile on your face as your pants were dropped to the floor. Chanyeol helped you step out of them before he looked back up at you. Left in a thin pair of panties and your shirt, you felt incredibly exposed to him. Chanyeol didn’t seem to notice or mind. His attention was focused elsewhere. His fingers pressed against your clothed sex, your wetness soaking the material.

When you got so worked up, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that it felt damn good, what Chanyeol was doing to you. His fingers pressed past your folds and you looked down to see that he had discarded your panties at some point but-- when? The confusion was pushed from your mind when Chanyeol lifted your leg, resting your thigh on his shoulder as he leaned in, giving you a light lick.

You let out a sigh before he went all in, holding your hips in place as he kissed, licked, and sucked at your pussy. You let out a deep moan, the feeling of his tongue and lips against your clit was torturous enough but the slow pace he set really had you whining as you pulled at his hair, begging for more.

Your wish was granted when you felt two fingers enter you once more, stretching and filling you. The heat that had started to consume your body was centered in one area and the more Chanyeol gave you, the more you wanted. It was as if you couldn’t be satiated. Chanyeol must have noticed this because he pulled away slightly, still looking up at you. “You want more, don’t you?” he asked.

You ran your fingers through his hair and nodded, chest heaving with pants as he stood. “Turn around, baby,” he said with a smirk. You did as you were told, and turned to face the bed, hearing the sounds of rustling. Chanyeol untied his pants and pushed them down enough to pull himself out.

Giving himself a few strokes he smiled at you. “You have the most exquisite body, doctor,” he breathed, teasing you with the tip of his cock. You let out a needy whine, dropping your head. “What’s wrong?” Chanyeol asked, stopping all movement. “Don’t stop,” you whined, letting out a gasp when he roughly pushed into you, stopping just after the head.

“What? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Chanyeol whispered, his hands moving to push your shirt up over your head. He discarded it before grabbing your hips and pushing himself fully into you with a strained groan. You let out a moan, your head falling against the bed as the nurse positioned his feet before pulling out and thrusting back into you with a snap of his hips.

With each thrust, he drew out sounds you hadn’t known you could make. Mewls, cries, moans, and even a few yelps as his hips hit your ass filling the room with the sound of skin slapping. Your fingers dug into the linens on the bed, attempting to find a way to ground yourself against his onslaught.

“Oh, I just love the way your back curves like this,” Chanyeol breathed, one of his hands moving to smooth down your spine, grabbing a handful of your ass before slapping it. You cried out, clenching around him. Chanyeol let out a shaky laugh. “Of course you like that, don’t you baby girl?” he asked slapping your behind again. You let out a moan and nodded, hiding your face in the sheets.

The heat that had centered earlier in your groin was growing in intensity as Chanyeol worked you closer and closer to your release. “Please,” you whimpered, muffled by the sheets. “Please what?” Chanyeol asked, rubbing his thumb in circles on your hip. “Harder,” you choked out. Chanyeol smirked before complying, thrusting into you harder than before. You cried out as the head of his cock rubbed against a soft spongy spot inside you. “Right there!” you cried.

Chanyeol’s hips never faltered once as he pounded into you. “Fuck, just like that,” you gasped. Chanyeol chuckled before slowing to a stop. “What are you doing?” you asked as he pulled out of you. He turned you to face him before lifting you up onto the bed. “I want to see your face when you come,” he said, aligning himself with your slit once more and pushing into you.

Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him closer, bracing yourself against the bed as he resumed his original speed, rocking into you harder and faster. Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure resumed, the heat in your belly impossibly hotter than before. It clouded your mind as the first orgasm hit you and you came with a cry, your walls convulsing and clenching around Chanyeol’s cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “Keep doing that, and I’ll come,” he added, looking down at you. You reached up, cupping his cheek. He loved the fucked out look in your eyes as you stared at him with such intensity. “Then do it,” you whispered. “Come for me,” you moaned as he chased his own high but not before you came a second time, your core sensitive from the first.

Chanyeol smiled at you as he held your hips in place. You blinked and an image flashed before your eyes. It was Chanyeol, but it also wasn’t. His eyes were completely black except for his irises which were a fiery orange. His smile was the same except for the fangs. Just as suddenly as the image appeared, it was gone and you forgot about it just as quick.

Chanyeol’s thrusts were becoming sloppier and you knew he was close. As you teetered over the edge of your third orgasm, Chanyeol came with a deep moan, cursing as he looked down. He released inside you, coating your walls with his hot seed as his hips stilled, his cock still buried deep.

As you came down from your high, you felt fulfilled and full. Impossibly full. You could feel Chanyeol’s cum seep out of you. ‘How can someone cum that much?’ you wondered. Chanyeol held you still for a long while. “Don’t want to spill any of this,” he said softly, leaning in and kissing you before you could reply.

Your eyelids felt heavy. You could barely keep them open. You started to drift asleep, trying to ask why you were so sleepy but your voice didn’t work. Before you could get it to work, you passed out and everything went black.

You awoke with a start and gasped. It was morning and you were in your bedroom. You looked around and found your room empty. You heard noise coming from the kitchen and you got up, stopping to grab a tee shirt and threw that on before heading out into the living area.

Chanyeol stood in your kitchen making breakfast. “Yeol?” you asked and he turned, fixing you with a charming smile. “Oh good,” he said turning back to the stove. “You’re awake. Quick, how do you like your eggs? Scrambled or sunny side up?” he asked. “Scrambled,” you answered moving to stand beside him. Chanyeol started scrambling the eggs in the pan, a smile still on his face.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, wary of his chipper mood. Chanyeol looked down at you, a child-like expression of surprise on his face. “You don’t remember?” he asked. You shook your head. “No?” you responded uncertain.

Chanyeol sighed. “Well, we met for drinks last night,” he started and you nodded your head. “I remember that,” you said and he smiled. “So you don’t remember you got completely wasted and I brought you home but you wanted me to stay and you wouldn’t take no for an answer?” he asked. You shook your head. Chanyeol chuckled and shook his head. “Wow, you shouldn’t drink anymore, (Y/N).”

“We didn’t--” you asked and he looked down at you. “Y’know?” you asked and he shook his head. “No. No. Once you fell asleep in your bed, I left and slept on the couch,” he clarified as he gave the eggs another turn over before turning to scoop them out of the pan and onto waiting plates.

You nodded slowly. ‘Then it was all a dream,’ you told yourself. Chanyeol watched you carefully. “You okay?” he asked and you nodded quickly. “Yep! I’m fine,” you said in a rushed tone. Whether or not he bought it, you didn’t know, but he did drop the subject.

The two of you ate in silence. “I should head home,” Chanyeol said as he cleaned the kitchen. You thanked him as he left and stood at your kitchen counter, holding a mug of coffee in your hand. You scoffed and laughed at yourself. “Of course it was a dream,” you whispered to yourself. You had been having a lot of dreams about Chanyeol lately and this was just another in the long line of dreams.

Or was it?

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scribbling-stiks · 4 years

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AAR - I - Cleaning Up

'Hospital gowns,' Russia decides, 'are not comfortable.'

'America's lap was warm and comfortable though.'

The sun had begun to set, and the surroundings begin to grow dark. America had grown quiet, and Russia assumes he's asleep. But as the car grows dark, Russia notices something a little strange. A light blue glow surrounds him. It's faint. Very faint. He hadn't even noticed it until the sky was full of stars. Russia tries to ignore the fear building in his chest at the appearance of the moon. The glow is gentle, calming, and it makes his skin feel tingly and warm, as warm as it could feel.

'What is that? It looks like America's magic. But America's asleep.'

Russia raises his arm as high as he could, only a few centimeters, and drops it. No one looks. He tries again, and Texas spins around, with an anxious look he tries to hide lighting up his face.

Russia meets his eyes, and Texas relaxes. Then Texas scans over him with a strange look.

"What in tarnation? New Mex, look at Russia," Texas says, grabbing New Mexico by the shoulder.

"What?" New Mexico asks, turning around in her seat.

"Oh," New Mexico mutters, "Dad's magic?"

"I don't know. Could you turn Dixie off of mute?" Texas says, announcing the question to the front seat.

"Sure thing TexMex," Arizona replies.

"Don't call me that," Texas mutters.

"Hey, Dix. I got a question," Texas announces.

There is a short pause before anyone received an answer.

"Does it got something to do with them weird dogs in the trees?"

"No, it's about- wait, DOGS?!"

"Yeah. Listen, y'all shouldn't look, they ain't right."

Texas begins looking around, but Finland moves to block the window. Texas scowls but returns his gaze to Russia. His face softens seeing his father.

"Can Dad use his magic when he's sleepin'?" Texas asks, his eyes focused on Russia's arm.

"Wait, what do mean?" Canada's voice filters through the phone.

"Him and Russia are glowin'. Kinda. It just looks like Dad's using some healing magic or something," Texas explains.

"Dad still has magic to use?" Massachusetts asks.

"Yeah. I'm thinkin' it's cuz Dad is finally getting some sleep," New Mexico comments.

"He's sleeping?" Dixie asks incredulously.

"He's been sleeping for the past several hours. Why?" Finland responds, sounding confused.

"Dad just doesn't sleep much," Kansas explains.

Finland hums but doesn't say anything else.

"Well, that's good. Really good," Canada says, "he'll probably be feeling better as soon as he wakes up."

"What do you mean? How much does his healing magic help? I know countries heal faster than humans, and states," Finland adds as an afterthought, "but he was stabbed."

"He's stubborn," Dixie says, "he won't be able to lift anything, but he'll probably be up and moving around once he wakes up."

"He'll totally call the shower once we stop and get settled in," Arizona says with a laugh.

Dixie chuckles.

"Y'all think he'll insist that he's the once to clean up Russia too?" Texas asks.

Russia feels his mind freeze and embarrassment halts his thoughts.

'I... what?!? Clean...? Like a CHILD?!'

He feels the remains of his pride shrivel and closes his eyes. He can't force himself to meet anyone's eyes. If he could manage, he would have covered his face. He had already felt so flustered needing help with the bathroom, and now.

'This is so much worse.'

But he knew he couldn't really decline, as he couldn't speak. And he tried to slow down his heart rate.

'America doesn't know,' he thinks, trying to defend the sliver of dignity he could keep, 'he doesn't have to know.'

"What? What's going on?" America slurs with sleep.

'Oh no.'

"Oh! Hi Dad," Texas says with a nervous undertone, "how're you feeling?"

"Hey, Tiktac. I'm okay. How're you doing? You sound a little off."

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I'm just... nervous. Ya know, waiting to get attacked an all."

"Waiting to get attacked?!" New York shrieks.

"Yeah. It's what happened when we drove through the early morning when we first went through the mountains," Massachusetts explains, his voice sounds muffled through the speakers.

"Colorado!" New York yells.

"On a side note," Arizona loudly interjects, "Dad, how is your back feeling?"

"It's feeling a lot better. Still kinda hurts, but I'll manage."

"Yay! Could you get yourself all washed up?"

"Of course."

"And-"

'Please don't say anything.'

"Could you get Russia washed up too? The rest of us don't feel comfortable doing it. You know, with him being your boyfriend and all."

"I... probably. I wouldn't be able to carry him in there, but if you guys could get him into the bathroom, I can take it from there."

'Oh no.'

Russia knows that he hadn't been cleaned. Not really. He also remembers how Louisiana had New Mexico check for new infections where the IV was just a few hours ago.

'Was that even really a hospital?'

Thinking about it, he concludes that maybe it was, but the people there had other plans. And no training, if California was to be believed.

"Well, can all of you calm your t***s?"New Jersey asks.

"Well, I don't have those, soo," Kansas replies with a smirk.

"Shut the f*** up." New Jersey snaps.

"Anyway, we're about to pull up to the hotel, but whatever the f*** is following us is still pretty close," Massachusetts remarks.

"Sippi and I will go out and protect all y'all while y'all are goin' inside," Alabama volunteers.

"Y'all are NOT goin' by yourselves," Dixie says.

"I'm goin' with 'em," Texas says.

"Me too," New Mexico volunteers.

The car fills with the calls of other states and a few provinces who agreed to go armed to walk the rest of the group inside.

Finland picks Russia up easily, and Russia just feels happy that he's still wrapped up in blankets. The states who weren't watching the shadows were throwing suitcases out of the backs of cars and trucks as fast as they could.

Someone tosses Texas his hat, who hoots wildly with a grin.

"H*** YEAH!" Texas cheers.

Tennessee elbows him harshly, and Texas calms down slightly. Russia internally chuckles.

"You need to get cleaned up," Finland mutters. But her tone is less angered than Russia would expect.

America hobbles into the hotel room's bathroom, and the water tuns on. Finland stands by the door while Kansas, Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas settle into one of the beds and the pull-out couch.

Then America pokes his face out of the door.

"You can bring him in here," America says.

Russia closes his eyes in embarrassment.

"Just put him in. We aren't keeping the hospital gown anyway." America says.

Russia sees Finland shrug and he's put into the tub with his back leaned against the side and is blasted with water. He flinches, expecting it to be freezing. He sits there for a moment, his eyes scrunched shut, until his mind registers that the water was warm.

He relaxes slightly.

"Hey, you didn't expect me to blast you with cold water, right?" America asks with a chuckle.

Russia can't meet his eyes.

America sighs, then props Russia up a little further and unties the knot of the gown on the back of his neck.

"Hey, I get it. I honestly kept checking it cuz every time I looked, it looked like it would be freezing and I didn't wanna risk you getting cold," America says, gently removing the gown.

Russia feels exposed and very embarrassed. America seems to ignore the awkwardness of the situation that drowns Russia's rational thinking.

'The only time I wanted you to see me like this is when I could take your clothes off.'

These thoughts did NOT help his already flustered mental state.

America gets back to his feet and grabs some things off the counter.

Russia still couldn't believe that America had to wash him like a small child. He feels mortified but finds a silver lining in the fact that America was the only one doing this.

"Okay," America starts gently, "I'm gonna start at your legs and go up, okay?"

Russia tries his best to nod, and America takes the affirmation as permission to start.

Most of the sensation in his legs is still numb, but America is still gentle. Gently washing out whatever had been ignored for the nurses, though the more Russia thinks about it, the more he doubts that any of those nurses were nurses at all.

He remembered how California had ranted on the car ride through the group call, loud enough to wake him up, about how she had to fix the butchered surgery with New York, and how America only survived because he was a country with how botched it was. How the 'surgical team' left two scalpels and a pair of scissors in the crooked sutures. How nothing was lined up or healing correctly. How Louisiana was the only thing that kept back any infection.

How they had fixed it. How it was a huge emergency and how New York and California had to hurriedly research and redo surgery in secret due to their, not unfounded, suspicions.

How the only reason they stayed was for Russia because they weren't sure if they could move him. How they rushed out so fast because they had wanted to leave for almost a week.

He couldn't help but feel touched that they stayed for him, but his stomach churned at how badly it had gone for America.

'No one in that building had any medical training.'

The realization hits him like a brick to the chest.

Seething fury. The thoughts have him wishing he could move, if only to strangle the 'doctor's who did that and caused more suffering to both America and his children. He takes a deep breath and tries to return his focus to America.

'I can't lash out. Not now. Not at America.'

America had made it up to his chest. Russia hadn't even realized he had been lifted up or that the backs of his legs or lower back had been attended to.

'That might be for the best.'

He knows, had it been possible, his face would have turned beet red.

America gets to his hands and holds them before rinsing them off.

Russia notices how the smell that had clung to him since the dead animals incident began to actually fade. The air was clearing.

"Okay Ruski," America mutters, "you gotta close your eyes, okay?"

Russia complies.

Russia finds himself relaxing, as much as he could, as America tenderly rubs away the grim from his face. It seems to take a few tries to get the dried slime off his cheek.

Gentle, caloused hands begin scrubbing out his hair.

"It's been so long since I've seen your hair actually white," America says with an audible smile. Russia smiles back as well he can.

Russia tries to pay all his attention to the gentle actions. He feels so fuzzy. So loved. So cared for.

America dumps some water over his face, and he holds his breath.

He basks in the affection. Sure, this is still a situation that mortified him to no end, because of his lack of autonomy, but decides, since he can't do anything to stop it, to try to ignore it as best he could.

Eventually, he's dried off and clothed, his hair fluffed up by the towel.

America giggles and kisses him on the forehead.

"Your hair looks so cute," America says between muffled laughter.

Finland carries him out and dumps him onto the bed. America closed the bathroom door behind them and cleans himself off before stumbling back out. With New Mexico and Kansas' help, America makes it onto the bed.

America crawls across it and cuddles into Russia's side. Kansas laughs and helps adjust the blankets to be lying on top of them. America wraps himself up tightly and begins stroking Russia's clothes with an arm poking out of the bundle he had buried himself in.

'He's adorable.'

America shifts around and pulls Russia to his chest. America buries his face into Russia's hair. America breaths in and sighs. He nuzzles Russia's hair.

"It's nice, you know? You smell nice again," America mumbles into his hair. Russia feels a little flustered, but content.

"Y'all are sweet," Texas coos. Russia feels his heart swell at the implied approval. America hums, and falls asleep against Russia.

"I'll keep watch," Finland volunteers. She sits in the uncomfortable hotel chair, facing the hotel door. Russia drifts off, feeling warm and loved.

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