T(H)RUST - Ghost x Reader

Chapter 46

"Excuse me." He says as he stands up. "It's your mom."

When he reveals the caller you're hit with a wave of emotion. Your mom must be scared to death hearing about you being attacked. Ever since your last injury she had not been a fan of your career, and this wouldn't really change her mind, moreso enforce her negative opinion about it. Price walks over to the window of the room, looking out through it as he speaks on the phone.

"Yes Anne, she is awake." He says, throwing a glance over at you. "She has stiches in her cheek so she can't really speak, but I can arrange for you to get here."

He speaks for a while, trying to calm your mother down and coordinate travel for her and your dad to come and visit. It would take them a while, traveling across the country, but you're excited for their visit and to hug them. As you think of them, you realise you've never really thought about how much pain you must be causing them. Their little baby girl is far away from home, working on dangerous missions and now she's ended up in the hospital for the second time. You decide that when they get here, you'll need to tell them how much you love them, and how much they mean to you. It's a given that you love your parents, and you know they love you too, even though your relationship might not have been the best at times. But you've never told them, and thinking of the possibility that you might die without telling them that is upsetting. Your thoughts bring forward a tear from your eye and you quickly wipe it away with your left hand.

A knock on the door turns everyone's heads. The short bald man opens it and enters the room, the clipboard in front of him and with a bored expression on his face. Price excuses himself to your mom before hanging up, then he walks up next to the bed, joining everyone else in anticipation of what the doctor has to say.

"Soo.." He says, flipping a page over. ".. I'm here for a quick examination."

He starts listing off a long array of symtoms—dizzyness, fatigue, loss of vision. You nod or shake your head at each question and you make your way through the list rather quickly. 

"Any loss of mobility?" He asks. You look down at your right hand. Some of the function had dissapeared after your first accident, and you had slowly regained it. But now it was almost worse off than right after you got shot in the hip. Not sure how you could ever tell him that whole story considering how straining it is for you to talk, you grab the pen and paper and write it down.

"Hmm, I see. I'm suspecting some cerebral hypoxia, your brain hasn't gotten enough oxygen and you have lost some motor function." The doctor says while writing on one of all the papers he's got stuck to his clipboard.

"Will she regain it?" Price asks, and you're thankful as that's the same question you wanted to ask.

"It's possible.. but seeing as she already has problems with her hand I think it's better to not hope for too much." None of the words he's spoken to you since you woke up have been filled with hope or positivity, but these are especially draining to hear. Your hand is currently nothing more than a decoration. Sure, you're able to move the arm around, but your fingers refuse to listen, no matter how hard you try to use them. A disspointed sigh escapes you as you tilt your head back.

"You should be grateful.." At this point you want him to shut up. ".. your partner isn't doing as well."

Partner? 

The doctor's words suck the air out of the room and you can physically see how all the army men surrounding your bed hold their breath. MacTavish looks down at the floor, and you can see his jaw clench hard.

Partner...

It seems like the doctor notices the change in the room, him seemingly freezing up as well, lips slightly parted as he's trying to come up with something to say.