T(H)RUST - Ghost x Reader

Chapter 46

"Glad to see you awake, kiddo." His rumbly voice is calming, bringing you a wave of inner peace. In a couple of years, when his hair starts to lose its color, he will for sure be mistaken for santa.

"Ca—tain." Once again your mouth won't fully cooperate with you.

"How are you Y/n?" One of the other men ask, standing to the left of your bed, and you move your head to look at him. He's sporting a short mohawk, the sides of his head look freshly shaven. The nametag on his chest reads 'MacTavish', but his first name remains somewhere in the fog that still lingers in your mind.

"I—m oka—y." 

"Don't worry, you don't have to talk." He says after seing you struggle to put even such a short sentence together. "It's probably not good for your stitches."

"You're not a lucky bird, are you?" The bearded man chuckles. As you smile, you cheek sneds you a sharp pain and you try to keep yourself from widening the smile further. Captain Price grabs the chair that has been situated next to your bed, and pulls is forward, sitting down on it. "Do you remember anything?" He asks with a serious tone.

You try to think back, think back to before the fog. But as hard as you try, you come up empty handed. The only thing you call pull from your memory is the feeling you had right before, a serene calmness. You slowly shake your head no, you couldn't remember anything.

"I don't want to scare you Y/n.." He starts, placing his hand on top of yours. Before he continues, he takes a deep breath and looks into your eyes. ".. but there was a break in at your apartment. And, you were attacked."

As he speaks, his words fall like puzzle pieces into the deep black hole in your memory, slowly painting an outline of a sequence of events that, even though you recognize parts of it, feels very distant. Price sees a few twinkles of remembrance in your eyes and continues to talk.

"They drugged you, with midazolam, so don't worry about not remembering anything, that's what it is made to do. And I think for your sake that's the best.." He pauses quickly, and you can tell he seems to be thinking about something, his gaze wandering away from your eyes before soon flickering back. "And they shot you." He points to his own left cheek, right where your wound is situated.

"Do juu kno— wh—who.." You start, but you realize it's too hard for you to properly speak. The strain in your cheek is simply too much.

"Do you want pen and paper?" MacTavish asks, and after you nod they all quickly look around for something to let you write on. Someone finds a spiral notebook and Price fishes out a pen from a pocket and hands it to you.

As you grab the pen and try to compose the first letter to your question, you realize that you can barely hold the pen properly, and it's even more impossible to try and write. Since when did you lose the ability to write? The room feels a bit tense as everyone looks at you trying to write a simple 'D', but failing miserably. You eventually switch to your left hand, hoping it's stronger than your right one. It is, but your handwriting looks like the work of a small child.

Do you know who did it?

When you're done you turn the note to Price, hoping the bastard who did this to you is already on their way to jail. But the Captain shakes his head.

"The cops are investigating it, but whe don't know anything more than that. I'm sorry." You put down the noteblock defeatedly. "But I promise, we'll do anything we can to figure out what happened."

His voice is determined, and you feel a great amount of comfort knowing that you have people looking out for you. A faint rintone can be heard in the room and Price sits up straight before reaching into his pocket. He pulls out his phone and looks at the screen.