Ship: Washington x Reader
Word count: 2077
Request: Hi! If request are still open, I was wondering if you could do an imagine with GW where the reader is a nurse and he gets hurt but ends with fluff?
Note: oh my god guys I’m sorry this is so late, I really hope it doesn’t take me this long to post again. I’m so sorry. Please, keep sending in requests though as I’m running out of them.
War was messy.
Very, very messy.
You were constantly in a rush caring for the soldiers, each one harboring a different type of injury, each one worse than the other. Sometimes you would spend restless nights tending to their wounds.
You’d been doing this for quite a bit but you had yet to grow used to their screams of pain. You had yet to grow used to not being able to help them, instead being able to do nothing but stick by their side until they passed. You could only pray it wouldn’t be long before the war ended.
Every day was the same, soldiers of lower ranks being rolled in.
Today was different.
You were changing the bandage on a soldier’s wound as he slept when another nurse came up to you.
“General…General Washington was just brought in, he’s acquired a nasty wound,” the woman said, her eyes wide.
Oh god, General Washington?
You knew why she came to you; you were one of the best nurses there.
That, and if God forbid something went wrong with the General, they didn’t want to be responsible for it.
“Will you take care of him for me?” You asked the other nurse, referring to the soldier you were currently tending to.
She nodded, and so you proceeded to get up and go in search of the general. You had to ask around a bit before finding out he was taken to a separate tent. Of course, he was a General, they’d give him his own place.
You weren’t certain what you would find, a bullet wound? Whatever it was, you certainly didn’t expect what you found.
You arrived to find the General only half conscious, shouting from the pain. He had two bullet wounds, one on his shoulder and one dangerously close to his heart. Along with that, he had numerous deep cuts.
You ignored all the injuries except for one, the most life threatening one, which was the bullet in his chest. It was rapidly gushing out blood. All of your attention went to treating the wound, everything else around you fading out. You quickly removed his shirt before grabbing a pair of tweezers to remove the bullet, which was deeply embedded in his chest. You couldn’t imagine the pain he was feeling.
You finally removed the bullet, constantly cleaning the wound while applying pressure to it to stop the bleeding. You began to doubt if you’d be able to save him.
You finally found away to stop the bleeding. Had the bullet struck him a little more to the left, you doubted you would have been able to save him. You weren’t sure when but at some point the General had passed out, probably from blood loss and pain. But he had a pulse. He was breathing. It was all good, at least for now.
You stitched the wound closed, before proceeding to work on the bullet in his shoulder. The fact he was now knocked out and no longer moving helped you work, but it was nonetheless still difficult to remove the bullet.
You had to stop for a second, leaning back to take a deep breath. Your hands were shaking and sweaty, your heart and head pounding. You hadn’t noticed just how frightened you were at the possibility of loosing General Washington, or how much adrenaline had started pumping in you.
You took a deep breath before getting back to work.
You’d finally finished tending to all the wounds you could (some one on his back, and you didn’t have the strength to turn him around) and were seated on a wooden stool near the cot where General Washington lay. It was getting late, and he had yet to show signs of waking up.
You were rechecking the stitches on all his wounds, making sure they were all neat and evenly done. You were about to start bandaging them when he groaned. He began to lift his arm to touch his forehead but you immediately held it down, as it was the arm connected to the wounded shoulder. “Careful,” you muttered before continuing to bandage the wounds.
He looked a bit confused at first, looking around. He winced when you pressed down on one of the wounds a bit too much.
“It’s alright,” he said with a deep breath. He was clearly still in a lot of pain. “I didn’t give you too much trouble, did I?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head. “You gave me a lot of trouble, sir.”
“Oh, well I’m sorry,” he said, seeming genuinely sorry for having gotten shot and caused you the struggle of tending to the wound.
You shook your head in response. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, it wasn’t your fault.”
A silence washed over you two for a moment when you turned and asked,“If you wouldn’t mind, may I have a glass of water.”
“Of course,” you responded, getting up to get him one. When you returned you settled the glass on a little stand before adjusting the pillows on the cot and helped him adjust his position so he was leaning up a bit, that way he could drink the water without spelling it all over himself. He obviously tried to conceal it but you still saw him wince a bit when he moved.
“Got pretty beat up out there,” you said, handing him the glass of water.
He chuckled before basically chugging down all the water in the glass. “I guess you can say that.”
“You want more water?” You asked, taking the glass from him.
“No, thank you though,” he replied. “Do you know of the state of any of the other soldiers that were with me?” He was clearly concerned for the men.
You shook your head. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t think too many were brought in, though. They’re probably alright.” You said the last bit in an attempt to comfort him but it didn’t seem to do much help. He muttered something about how there certainly were a few casualties.
“I’ve got to get back out there as soon as possible,” he said mostly to himself.
“I’ll do my best to patch you up and out of here as soon as possible but don’t think you’ll be getting out of here before a few days.”
“A few days?” He said surprised.
“You nearly died, you lost so much blood, I didn’t expect you to be awake, much less moving, even if barely. Don’t tell me you expected to be out of here so soon,” you said, surprised that he was surprised.
He sighed, clearly unpleased with the news. You could understand him, so many people were counting on him to lead, but if you let him go, God knows what could happen, and then they wouldn’t have anyone to lead, would they?
“Why don’t you get some rest, it’s rather late,” you suggested. “There are more wounds on your back that I have yet to tend to but they can wait until tomorrow morning.”
“Alright,” he said, clearly not happy but not arguing.
General Washington had been in your care for about four days now. He was in much better shape, already managing to get back on his feet.
You’d gotten to know him quite a bit those two days, as he talked about his childhood and what is was like out in the war. You admit, the man was good at telling stories. You were always delighted to listen to them. You were laughing as he finished telling you rather funny story, which he’d said would be the last one he’d tell for the day as it was getting late.
“You have a wonderful laugh and a brilliant smile,” he said with a chuckle of his own.
The compliment was unexpected and blood immediately rushed up to your cheeks. You tried your very best not to have a huge grin on your lips but it was hard enough just not smiling. “Thank you,” you said a bit shyly, to which he chuckled yet again before pulling you into a hug. You hid your face in his chest, careful not to touch the wound there, feeling it grow even redder.
You two soon got back to talking while you finished once again changing the bandages on his wounds. That’s when he came with an unexpected question.
“I hate to have to ask, but, how long until you think I can get back to work?” He asked.
You don’t know why you were surprised by the question. You knew he’d have to go as soon as possible, he had men out there waiting for his command.
And why did you feel so upset when you realized that there really wasn’t a necessity for him to remain there? Weren’t you supposed to be happy that he had gotten better.
No, because him getting better meant him leaving. Why were you upset that he would be leaving?
“Well, I suppose you’re good to go by tomorrow morning,” you said, trying to hide the upset tone in your voice and instead keeping it neutral. “But you can’t be out and about fighting yet.”
“Of course, of course,” he muttered before going silent for a bit, as if deep in thought. He seemed to be troubled by something.
“You alright?” You asked gently, sitting down next to him.
He looked at you and smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
You nearly jumped when he suddenly hugged you, but you quickly relaxed before accepting the embrace and hugging him back.
“Spending these last few days with you has been probably the best thing I’ve gotten out of fighting in this war so far,” he muttered, kissing your forehead.
You felt your face quickly grow warm. You didn’t want him to see so you buried it in his chest, quiet for a bit. “Do you have to go tomorrow?” you finally asked.
He nodded into your hair, and your heart couldn’t help but drop. You wanted to cry, you were sad he had to go, angry the war wasn’t yet over. You wanted to stay in his embrace. You were overwhelmed with emotions towards him. How had you allowed yourself to fall for him in such a short period of time?
You were tired and at some point while you were lost in your thoughts you ended up dozing off into sleep. You woke up again laying down on the cot besides him, his arms wrapped around you. There wasn’t a lot of room on the cot but he’d managed to make just enough for you to lay down. You looked at him. He was still peacefully asleep. You allowed your thumb to trace over the details of his face, going over his eyebrows, his lips. You took in a deep breath, the reminder that he’d be leaving once he woke up filling you with dread. You moved closer to him, closing your eyes and trying to forget that fact.
Unfortunately it didn’t take long before he woke up too. You kept your eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep. You felt his hand run through your hair, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
“I know you’re awake,” he said with a chuckle. You didn’t respond, instead just burying your face in his shoulder. He sighed, laying there with you for a short while.
You continued laying there even after he got up, hearing as he shuffled around a bit before sitting down at the end of the bed. “Are you at least going to say good bye?”
“I don’t want to say good bye.” The words escaped your lips before you could stop them. You sat up but refused to look at him.
“I don’t want to either,” he said, putting his hand over yours.
When you didn’t say anything, he placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head up. Before you realized what he was doing his lips were already on yours, a hand caressing your cheek and another around your waist. The kiss was quick, he soon pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.
“I promise, I’ll find you once the war had ended,” he said, sounding confident that he’d live till then. Confident that he would succeed.
You nodded, pulling him into one last tight hug. You guess you’d have to wait until then to see him again, but it was worth waiting for.