Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

💟 |Albert James Moriarty| Confession time + Surprise!

A/N: I kind of made Albert more on the teasing side if that's okay ^^"

Tag/s: Fluff

2nd Person's POV

You gasped as you shot upright, cold sweat trickling down your forehead as you panted, finding yourself on a bed and covered in bandages.

'What-Ow!' you flinched as a sharp pain shot through your side.

You groaned as you looked around, seeing you were inside a hospital room and found a vase of red roses on your bedside table.

"...What happened in the mission?..." you muttered, trying to recall what led you here.

"Excuse me-" the door opened, and you saw a doctor walk in, a shocked expression on his face when he saw you.

You awkwardly waved your hand, snapping him out of it, and called for a nurse in a hurry, making you more nervous.

'How long was I out?'

"Four weeks!?" you repeated, stunned by the answer as the doctor confirmed.

"Aside from a traumatic brain injury, you also had a couple of broken ribs and numerous cuts all over your arms, legs, and torso," the doctor listed as he wrote on his clipboard, making you look down at your bandage-covered body.

"You will need to stay in the hospital for at least two more weeks so we can monitor your recovery," he added, making you internally sigh.

"Okay..." you muttered, processing this new information.

"You're quite lucky," the doctor added, pocketing his pen, "If you were brought just a minute too late, you might not have survived,"

"Yes! You have quite the loving husband," the nurse happily added, making you blink at her in confusion.

"I-I'm sorry... husband?"

"A man brought you in. It was quite the sight, seeing a noble covered in blood while carrying someone in his arms," the doctor mused, making you freeze.

'A noble... That means...' you thought, knowing only two people who can fit the title.

"E-Excuse me..." you called out, catching the two's attention, "The man who brought me here... What color was his hair?"

"Brown,"

'That's what I thought...!' you thought in horror, already hearing the teasing and jokes from a mile away.

"He's quite the devoted husband, too! Visiting you every day with roses in hand," the nurse happily sighed as if congratulating you.

You felt your face flush at her comment, making you quickly deny it.

"N-No, you've got it all wrong!"

"Speaking of him," the doctor quipped, pulling out his pocketwatch as he ignored your protests, "He should be arriving soon,"

The door opened as if on cue, revealing a tired Albert holding a bouquet of roses.

His eyes slowly looked up and landed on you, making him gasp as his eyes widened.

"We'll take this as a sign to leave," the nurse whispered, winking at you as she pulled the doctor along and left the room, unable to give you a second to protest.

As the door closed, you could feel the heavy awkwardness in the air.

"S-Surprise...!" we weakly greeted, wanting to feel the silence with something while Albert kept quiet.

"S-Sorry, I guess that's not the first you should say when you wake up from a-" you felt Albert hug you tightly, not applying pressure on your injuries as you saw the roses he had a second ago fall on the floor.

"You're awake..." he whispered, his whole body trembling as he kept you close.

You took a deep breath as you hugged him back.

"Yeah... I'm back..."

"I can feed myself," you grumbled with flushed cheeks, avoiding the apple slice Albert was trying to feed you.

"You shouldn't move so much," he warned with a glare, making you sigh and reluctantly take the slice.

As you chewed, you looked over to the roses Albert brought in, now replacing the roses from before.

"Say... The flowers," you turned around to him, making him look at the vase.

"...I've been changing them whenever I visit," he confirmed, giving you another slice.

"I see..." you replied, remembering the nurse's comment as you looked away in embarrassment.

"Is something wrong?" Albert quickly got up from his seat, touching your forehead as he checked your temperature.

"I'm fine! I'm okay!" you quickly confirmed, pulling his hand off as he sighed in relief.

"That's good to hear..." he muttered, grabbing the fruits again.

You raised a brow as you looked at him, not used to seeing this side of him.

"...Since when have you been this caring?" you bluntly asked, catching him off guard.

He breathed out a smirk as he peeled another apple.

"Since I almost lost the person I love," he confessed, making you freeze.

"Don't joke about that," you grumbled, feeling your face warm up as Albert chuckled with a teasing grin.

"Who said it was a joke?"

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