A Knight's Kiss, EnglandxReader Your hair was pulled back out of your face, pushed back with an old, faded cloth that managed to frame your face rather well for being nothing more than an old piece of fabric. It drew attention to the shape of your eyes, and although you didn’t find much special about them, many of your daily customers would find themselves almost immediately drawn to them. Once or twice, those eyes may have even managed to sell an extra pastry, although many attributed those eyes to the vastly relaxed and friendly atmosphere surrounding your shop.
The apron that covered your skirt was dirtied in a spray of flour that you hadn’t yet noticed despite the fact that almost half of your day had already passed. You weren’t exactly the type to notice something so small--especially in your line of work in which it would have been more surprising to see your apron looking spotless.
Besides that, you were having a busy enough day to merit a slight mess
You were really getting sick of hearing the word "miracle." Between killing four Nazi agents and the fact that both your cover and Arthur's were blown, the fact that you were still alive seemed to be far from a miracle. It was due to the bullet having somehow missed all of your vital organs and exited clean out the back that all of the doctors and nurses were wagging their tongues over you. It didn't help that the papers were already flying off the press with the news of the nation's beloved Popsie getting shot. The way they painted you like a saint and a victim made you sick. The conspiracy theories that you were secretly working for the resistance were even worse. You honestly wished that bullet hadn't missed its mark. Now you and Arthur were left to clean up the mess and figure out how to explain Beilshmidt and his goons.
Now you sat on the edge of your bed with your hospital-provided nightgown pulled up, staring down at the sutures in your side, trying unsuccessfully to figure out what your next move would be. You replayed the scenes in your head over and over of waking up in the back of Francis's car as it jostled and bumped along to the hospital. Francis himself was at the wheel, and Arthur had had you wrapped tightly in his coat, petting your hair and murmuring, "Hold on. Just hold on..."
Your eyelids fluttered and you roused from unconsciousness enough to register how nauseated you were. The entire time you were awake you were certain you were going to be sick.
"Where...?" You asked weakly.
Arthur brushed your hair back and shushed you, "It's alright. You're going to be alright. Just hang on."
"No...hospital..." you pleaded. If you went to the hospital, everyone would know what had happened, and you'd all be finished. Maybe shipped off to one of those godforsaken death camps, or interrogated and tortured to death by the gestapo.
Arthur held you tighter, "Just hold on, ______, we're almost there."
"No..." you moaned, "they'll...find...us..."
Arthur looked at you, his eyes hazy and red and conflicted, "_______, I can't let you die."
You absorbed this for a moment and then said, "Then we all die."
It hadn't been long after that that Francis screeched to a halt at the emergency entrance to the hospital and leaped out of the car, running around to open the door for Arthur. Arthur lifted you out of the back seat as though you weighed nothing at all and carried you through the doors. A lot of confusion had followed for you as you slipped in and out of consciousness. Scenes of lying on a table with doctors and nurses all around you with various instruments and pads of gauze to staunch the bleeding. You vaguely remembered waking up once and hearing the surgeon declaring it a miracle that you’d taken such a clean shot.
You only awakened once after that in a hospital room alone. You weren’t sure where Arthur and Francis had disappeared to, but the thought did cross your mind that they might have dropped you at the hospital and fled to save their own lives. But Arthur had already risked his life for you so many times as it was that you held onto the hope that he might still be near, figuring out some way to get you all out of this situation…
Now, as you sat staring down at the sutures in your side, you pondered what your fate would be. You would have to leave the country, there was no doubt about that. Even if you could convince the public of your alleged innocence in the whole mess, it was too risky. There would be too many suspicious German agents that would attempt to interview, interrogate, and in all likelihood kill you in their efforts to get to people like Arthur and Baba.
It must have been several hours since you were admitted to the hospital at this point, but still you had seen no sign of Arthur anywhere. A nurse had come in once to check on you, and when you had asked if a tall, fair-haired man had been in to see you, she had been spectacularly unhelpful by insisting that you “rest and not worry about that right now.”
They had given you a blood transfusion after patching you up, but you still felt a bit weak and lightheaded - even a little sick. You started as a new thought suddenly occurred to you: What if the Gestapo already caught Arthur and Francis here at the hospital and carted them away to be interrogated? Or worse, executed? A bead of sweat rolled down the back of your neck. You felt like you were going to be sick. What if they were still alive, right now, and were being tortured for information? Nazis were merciless as it was, but the gestapo…. You remembered once overhearing Baba say he would be killed first before letting himself be taken by the gestapo.
Your heart began to race and you swayed slightly where you sat, If Arthur and Francis have already been taken, it’s just a matter of time before they come for me…
You looked around the room for your clothes. You had to get out of here right away before anyone could get to you. You had no idea of whether you’d be able to help Arthur or Francis if they were even alive still, but you were no good to anyone dead. You stood and swayed, your head pounding and your side screaming in pain. You had to put your hand on the wall to steady yourself until your head cleared, and then you went straight for the cupboards in the room in search of your dress.
As soon as you had the first cupboard door open you remembered that you had been wearing nothing but your knickers and Arthur’s coat when they brought you in. You couldn’t very well wear that out of here. The coat would most likely have been thrown out anyway. The hospital gown would have to do, then. But if you could possibly steal a coat and a pair of slippers from the nurse’s station….That was as far as you could think at the moment. You pulled yourself toward the door.
You’d only moved maybe four steps, however, when there was a knock and the door opened. A nurse stepped in and closed the door behind herself. When she saw you standing she jumped slightly, the tray she carried rattling, “Oh, my! What are you doing out of bed? Sit down, sit down.” The nurse grasped you firmly by the arm and tried to steer you back over to the bed. You attempted to pull away, “No, please, you don’t understand. I must go--”
“You’re not going anywhere just yet. Now sit down, the doctor has ordered this injection for you.”
You noticed for the first time the large syringe on the tray she had brought it, and you thought it a little odd that such a large dose of anything was needed. You looked at the nurse again, and something felt off. She was a bit too eager to stick you with a needle. What’s more, she seemed a little nervous as well. Instantly an alarm went off inside you. Something about this woman wasn’t right, and the more firmly she tugged on your arm, the more uneasy you felt.
“What is it for?”
“It’s to prevent infection.” She had set the tray down on the table beside the bed and was now reaching to grab the syringe from it. She hadn’t even succeeded in making you sit and she was already going for the needle. She also hadn't even disinfected an injection site first. Definitely too eager.
“Could I speak with the doctor, please? I’d like to ask him about the injection first before you give it to me.”
She seemed irritated, “No, no, the doctor is far too busy at the moment, and I have others to tend to this evening. Now please, miss,” she at last succeeded in all but forcing you to sit back down on the edge of your bed, but you weren’t about to let her stick you with anything. She checked over her shoulder nervously and grabbed for your arm, clearly in a hurry now. You wrestled your arm away and insisted firmly, “I’m not taking anything until I can speak with the doctor.”
She could see you meant it and seemed to weigh her options for a moment, her face growing red with frustration. You thought maybe she might leave, then, and a part of you relaxed slightly for half a second. But all at once, she seized the needle and went after your arm with a vengeance. You shifted sideways and dodged her hand just in time. She lunged again and you caught her by the wrists and wrestling with her, grunting in pain as you fought for control. You both might have been evenly matched at one point, but between gunshot, blood loss, and shock, you were weakened.
Using the only defense you knew to use in your current condition, you shifted your weight on the bed and flipped around just as your strength gave out, using the nurse’s force against her and tripping her as she pitched forward to make her land face-first on the bed. Again you both struggled for control, but the new angle gave you the advantage and the syringe was in your hand now. Not knowing what else to do, you plunged the needle straight into the side of her exposed neck and depressed the plunger.
The nurse’s body began convulsing and shuddering grotesquely, and foam bubbled at the corners of her mouth. It only lasted about five seconds, and then her body sagged like a boned fish. You checked for a pulse but found none. She was dead.
Looks like you hadn’t been wrong about them coming for you soon. You tried to figure out how you were going to hide the body and get out of the hospital before they discovered a dead nurse and a missing patient. You panted and turned the nurse’s body over, wondering if maybe you could stuff the body into one of the larger cabinets. And then your earlier attempts to find your clothes in the cabinets hit you and you had an idea.
Working as quickly and silently as possible, you dragged the nurse’s body the rest of the way up onto the bed, and after pulling the syringe out of her neck, you began removing her clothes down to her undergarments. Stripping off your hospital gown, you tossed it onto the nurse’s lifeless body and drew the sheets up to her chin to hide her current condition. You dressed shakily in the nurse’s uniform and then fixed her cap on top of your head. You almost forgot to be sure and close her eyes to give her the appearance of sleeping before turning your back on her, still shaking; side screaming with pain; head still swimming.
You then went to the door and paused, taking a deep breath to compose yourself. And then, as calmly and quickly as possible, you walked out of the room and down the hall.