Reader Inserts (Random One-Shots)

Mycroft x Reader ~ the Train Tragedy

            You were the only one there, everyone else was already dead. You needed medical attention, but couldn’t really do much about it given where you were currently located. You would have to go search for a first aid kit in the car, the other car was in complete pieces, and maybe to move around easily you could use a scrap of metal that isn’t too sharp as a crutch? Your gaze searched the room for something that would suit your need, and after a few minutes you found a rectangular like piece that had been a part of the siding. You stood slowly, definitely feeling large amounts of hurt, and gritted your teeth wobbling toward the object. Grabbing the thick piece of siding carefully as not to cut yourself, you began to put weight on it, it seemed stable enough. Slowly you made your way back to your car, dodging the tracks carefully, and pulled yourself up painfully. You sat at the ledge for a moment to wait for the surge of agony to subside before making your way through the massacre like scene. You looked in the siding first with no luck, then you tried searching through bench after bench, finally finding what you were in the need of. You grabbed the box, your shoulder not liking the weight, and you hobbled around the mess of ripped flesh and blood. Climbing out of the car once again with both of your new found items, you gradually made it back to the curved wall, seating like before. You opened up the kit, and much to your dismay it wasn’t a new or very helpful one. You unwrapped the sweater from your foot, it was now caked in a sludge of dirt and blood, and you removed what was left of your shoe. It hurt like hell, but you knew that fixing it up the best you could was necessary. You placed it on the cleanest part of your sweater which you had laid as a sort of mat for it, and began to grab various items from the first aid kit. You dabbed away as much blood as possible before cleaning it up gently so you would have a better chance of fighting infection. You then used all the bandages given to cover the main areas of gashing, and then wrapped it all in the left over gauze. After that you reapplied the sweater around it as a substitute of a sock or something of that nature. Completing the first task on your survival list you closed your eyes again for a moment to think things through. Would there be a rescue team on its way if this entire thing was staged? Obviously someone knew the wreck would happen hence the dead people replacing normal civilians, it was actually quite brilliant. But would anyone come? Yes, someone would have to come to make sure the entire plan followed through, and at some point people would clear the wreckage, when though was the next question. Is it too risky to wait for them to show up, should you make your way back to the outside where people could potentially spot you.

            No, you had to wait, you wouldn’t get far in the pain you’re in or with the ramshackle replacement crutch. You debated your options for what felt like days, hunger, thirst, and the need for rest filling your body. But you knew you would have to be awake when someone showed, because they would never be searching for a live human being. This argument in your head really only went on for several hours, and soon your attempts at staying strong were fading. Tears filled your eyes as you sat helplessly in the dark and stench filled tunnel surrounded by the shards of metal and train. After being seated for those long hours, you began to think this was how you would die, you’d survived the wreck but tragically passed away due to fluid loss. You laughed insanely at the situation, this is what happens when you try to take a vacation you think to yourself sickly. You sat there, in the tunnel, blocking out your surroundings for minutes on end.

*

You awoke to the smell of sterile cleaners, a familiar rhythmic beeping, and the sight of bright fluorescent lighting. Hospital. You were safe, alive, and not trapped underground. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the familiar pressure on your lungs from that rib injury. You would make a slow recovery but hell you weren’t dead so you smiled. You looked around the room and there was only a nurse checking on you, no one else, you didn’t know who you had been expecting to be rejoicing in your survival. The nurse came over to your cot side and checked all of your readings, smiling at you before beginning to speak. “You are one lucky person, (y/n), no one else survived the crash.” You knew that it wasn’t luck that had gotten you on the train sent to its own demise, but you still grinned at the lady. “You’ve been out for a while, but you’ve recovered exceptionally well, you will be released this evening after the doctor talks with you and prescribes some medications.” She told you and you nodded at her words as she left the room. You closed your eyes overjoyed that you were miraculously safe and being watched over.