Rip and Tear (Into my A**):(Doomguy X reader)

Radio Silence (Male Version)

He stepped toward you slowly, a hand raising almost gently to your cheek, touching the back of his knuckles to your sensitive skin.

You leaned into it, staring up at him in hope and horror.

Of course, that changed when his grip tightened. He tilted your head up, practically lifting you off of the ground by a grip around your jaw.

He snarled, breath smelling like ash and tasting like acrid spice as he forced your mouth open and it fell against your tongue.

You put up no resistance as he rammed the long blade of the crucible down your throat.

He woke to the soft sounds of a ventilator. It had been a long time since he had been in a hospital bed.

He yanked the tube from his throat, wincing in discomfort at the rough slide it caused.

" Welcome back." Vegas' mechanical voice rang through the air as he sat up. "We've been waiting."

' We? ' all at once he was in a panic, eyes darting around and taking stock of the room.

It was a fucking mess, there was a stack of papers three feet tall on the ground in a semi circle, empty cups scattered over the floor, and a mismatched selection of tool boxes sat clumsily around the only work table in the room.

There had never been a work table in the infirmary before, someone had dragged it in to work on the fully mechanical leg that rested on top of it.

It was a beautiful piece of mechanics, all smooth curves and delicate balance.

And it was far too big to be for anyone but himself.

His cautious hands found their way to what remained of his leg, and he traced the stump that was once an entire limb.

Surprisingly, he felt no loss.

It was a shame, but the reward had been worth the price.

"There is a surgery mapped out for attaching your limb, I have been briefed and have prepared a bay for the process...but before that-please, look to your left, and do remain quiet, sleep for him has been...scarce."

He turned his head; there, against the wall, curled in a stained blanket and looking awfully worse for wear, was the love of his life.

He looked tiny, even smaller than he normally was. He had always had horrible dark circles indicative of how little he rested most days, but now there was something about the cast to his face that was downright gaunt, and his brow was drawn up in a furrow of worry even in the clearly restless sleep he was getting.

Without having to ask, Vega began to fill him in on the information of the process that had been invented to attach his leg.

"The surgery will require removing the damage from the torn portion of your leg. Normally I would wait for you to stabilize, but if we allow you to heal then we will have to amputate additional flesh, with your healing rate, you should be able to undergo immediate operation with minimal risk."

He barely listened, attention focused on the distressed twitching of his fiancé as he shivered from his spot on the cold tile floor.

Vega noticed where his eyes were drawn.

"He took two sleeping pills, by my estimations he will be asleep for seven additional hours. The surgery will take four if you wish to complete it before he wakes."

He gave a nod to the affirmative. He didn't want to risk moving him in case he woke up.

"In the last weeks he has done the impossible countless times...you should do your best to thank him when he wakes."