Intro: So this fic was requested by none other than the lovely @outside-the-government (go follow her btw).
-REQUEST: A fic with Bones and reader with the line “You blossom under kindness, don’t you? Like a rose.” where Bones is being his usual gruff self but he realizes it’s scaring reader, and he instantly changes, outwardly becoming the kind, loving, compassionate person we know he is under the prickly exterior.
So to preface this: I am not sure how I feel about this piece, and it was actually very difficult to write, for some reason. Maybe it is because I am not used to writing stories where the reader is just meeting Bones, but I felt that I needed to write it that way because of the request. I hemmed and hawed around what I had written and actually rewrote it before I was generally happy with the idea. It came out a lot more angst-y and deep, and much longer than I had anticipated so I hope it is okay! Enjoy!
Pairing: Bones x Reader
Word Count: 3084 (longer than I had anticipated haha)
Triggers: description of wound, blood, description of sexual assault (no details though)
Summary: See above for request.
Every time you had a physical in the medbay, you had an anxiety attack. You consistently dreaded going there because of said reason, so when you cut your arm while digging through a box of old parts in the engineering room, Scotty had to force you to go.
“Lassie, you need to go get that checked out by Dr. McCoy.” Scotty drawled, gesturing to your dripping, red arm that you had wrapped a dirty cloth around and now held to your chest.
“Nah, it’s just a scratch, Scott.” You reassured, but you knew you were a terrible liar.
“I’m no doctor but that looks like more than just a scratch, now get going.” Scotty directed and you wondered quietly if you would get kicked off the Enterprise for knocking your boss out and running back to your quarters to hide.
“Fine.” You muttered and headed towards the door, silently swearing when you heard Scotty following you.
“And I am going to walk you, to make sure there you get there.” Scotty assured, grabbing your elbow to make you change directions and head down the hallway towards the medbay.
You groaned and felt your chest tighten with anxiety as you strode quickly down the hall, Scotty’s hand never leaving your elbow.
When you reached the medbay, you surveyed the chaotic room, your throat dry, and your mouth tasting like chalk.
“Scotty, I really don’t like the medbay.” You squeaked and this time you were the one grasping his elbow.
“And I really don’t like it when my engineers die of blood loss.” Scotty badgered and when you didn’t move, he gave you a little shove.
“Get goin’, lass, and I expect you back at work in the morning.” Scotty saluted and strode out the doors, leaving you completely alone in the busy medbay.
You forced yourself to step forward, but jumped back when you were almost run over with a bio-bed someone was pushing. Adrenaline coursed through you and you heard your heart beating in your ears. You considered making a run for it, but someone’s voice stopped you.
“Another injured engineer? What did you do this time? Slice yourself on a keyboard? Lacerate yourself reconnecting a motherboard?” As you followed the sarcastic voice to its source, you saw it belonged to Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer.
He looked down at you, his arms crossed, and his brown eyes sparkling with amusement. Seeing his face reminded you of the scheduled physicals that he performed, and you felt your anxiety grow.