Jean x Reader: My Hero (part 1?)

Your blood seemed to freeze at the sound. You knew it all too well: The sound of your wires jamming.

Almost immediately, you felt the tension on your harness vanish, leaving you in mid air, connected to a tree by a rope you could not retract.

You began to fall, your eyes went wide as you realized the perilous situation you were in. Your scream echoed through the forest of Giant Trees as you fell, bouncing and resounding through the branches.

You watched with growing terror as the trunk of the tree became closer and closer. You couldn't form full thought in your head, feelings and emotions racing through your mind in glimpses. Yet one emotion stood out from all the others: Terror.

"(Name)!!!"

You couldn't look up to see who had called your name, your eyes trained on the tree, just feet away.

Your body connected with the trunk, and for several moments, you couldn't think. Darkness seemed to consume your thoughts as pain ripped through your body. Your chest hurt, searing pain ripping through your torso and making a strangled cry escape your lips.

"(Name)!!" The voice called again, this time more desperate, more fearful.

You saw stars, you felt you head pound with the effort to breathe, much less think. You hung limp in your harness, eyes closed, mouth slight parted, a steady stream of red covering your forehead.

The wizz of 3D maneuver gear seemed to permeate through your thoughts of pain. You cracked open your eyes, your eyes focusing on a blurry figure moving rapidly towards you, coming to rest next to you on the trunk.

It took a moment to focus on the face. Shaggy hair, grey eyes dilated in fear.

"Jean." You spoke, your words slurred.

Said boy looked at you, horror written across his face. "(Name)..." He breathed, almost in relief, probably that you were still alive. He reached for you, maneuvering closer so that he was right beneath you, where you couldn't see him.

You heard the sound of a blade being drawn, and before you could wonder why, you were falling again, only to land in Jean's arms.

A small cry escaped your lips as horrible pain raced through your chest again. You felt Jean tense. 

"(Name)...Can you hear me?" he asked gently. You managed a nod. Jean breathed in releif. "Good. You're going to be okay, alright?"

You nodded again, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes at the pain that ached in your chest. "Jean." You whispered, your voice cracked as you spoke. "It hurts..."

"I know. Just hang in there, okay? Can you lift your arms?"

 You nodded, and, summoning all your strength, lifted your arms a few inches. Jean slipped an hand under them and raised them to land on his neck. You groaned in pain.

"Hang in there, you're going to be okay." Jean's usually rough voice was unusually gentle. You clasped your hands together around his neck, trying to ignore the shooting pain in your ribs. You could feel the shaved part of his head at the nape of his neck, a though that made a small smile flit across your face for a brief moment.

With a wizz, you felt yourself racing through the air, cradled in one of Jean's arms, the other controlling the wires to his harness.

You traveled in silence for a few minutes, as you rested your head on Jean's chest, enjoying the sensation of flying through the air.

However, after a few minutes, you heard Jean begin to mutter to himself; in anger, frustration, concern, you couldn't tell.

"(Name)." he said at last. You made a small sound of acknowledgment. "I'm not sure where we are."

You felt a hint of panic rush through your veins. You remained silent, letting the impact of his words sink into your mind. You were both lost, and you were seriously injured. If you didn't find the rest of the recon corps soon, it could mean dire consequences for you both.

"It's getting dark." Jean said matter of factly. "There are some houses below us. Our best bet is to hide there until morning."

You nodded into Jean's chest. 

You felt yourself descending closer to the ground, until Jean stumbled to a halt in front of one of the houses. You clasped your hands tighter about his neck as you lifted your head, gazing at the structure. It wasn't that old, in fact it was in relatively good condition. The roof was intact, and the walls were standing.

Jean carried you inside, ducking through the busted door, knocked off of its hinges by something larger than yourself.

The inside was a simple main room, with a kitchen and table. A hallway off to your left must have led to the bedrooms. Jean made his way to that hallway, still carrying you safely in his arms. 

You closed your eyes, fatigue overcoming you. You struggled to stay awake, your eyelids becoming heavier by the second. Jean unclipped your weapon boxes, making them clatter to the floor as he walked.. You then felt yourself rested gently on the bed, the thin matress supporting your back. You gave a small hum of pain at the sudden movement, but it quickly subsided. 

Jean stood over you for a few moments, looking down at you with his arms crossed. You lifted open your eyes and looked at him, your vision focusing and unfocusing on his face. You gave a him a grateful smile. Was he blushing? You couldn't see. He turned his head away from a moment. 

"Stupid." he muttered. "Why are you smiling in a situation like this?"

Your mouth felt dry as you replied slowly, your words slurred. "because...you saved my life."

Jean opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a yelp from you as another wave of pain washed over you. Jean bent over you, concern and fear etched angrily onto his face.

"This might hurt a bit." He murmured, sitting you up and sending hot white pain through your ribcage. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the horrible sound of pain that welled inside your throat. 

Jean managed to peel your jacket off your shoulders, and paused for a moment, unsure of how to continue. 

"Where does it hurt?" he asked deeply, and you noticed how incredibly close his face was to yours. you could see his lips hovering above your eyes, and it took you a moment to realize he had asked you a question.

"Ribs." You managed to gasp. Jean's shoulder's stiffened. "I'm going to have to remove your shirt, _______. Is that okay?" You could hear him stutter the words out. The heat practically radiated from his face.

You felt yourself blush, from the question or the pain, you weren't sure. You slowly nodded, knowing if you let the injury go untreated, it could mean infection or worse.

Slowly, Jean untucked your shirt from your pants, You thanked him silently for not unbuttoning you blouse from the top. Jean unbuttoned the the last bottom buttons before peeling your shirt up your torso. While he was at it, he removed your boots, setting them at the side of the bed.

After a few moments, he froze.

"Shit." he murmured angrily. He pressed a frigid hand to your skin, barely touching for fear he might re-ignite the injury. You flinched at the cold touch, which of course set off another wave of pain. 

 

You heard Jean mutter an apology before his finger began counting your ribs, one, two, three... there he stopped, resting his hand just below your diaphragm. You shivered, trying to raise an arm to cover the horrible blush building on your cheeks. You could feel Jean's hand shaking ever so slightly. 

"It looked like you have three bruised, possible fractured, ribs." Jean's voice was steady, quiet, as if trying to not provoke you.

You nodded, gripping the sheets of the bed as the pain overcame you for a moment, making black dots dance before your eyes.

"Try and lay still." Jean ordered you, leaving your side. You raised your head weakly, watching him exit the room. A bit of fear began to swell within you. What if he didn't come back?

Your fears subsided when He returned with a wet cloth. You almost breathed a sigh of relief. You couldn't focus very well on his face, but you could make out the mounting concern and nervousness in Jean's eyes. 

A cold cloth met your forehead where blood had begun to dry. Jean let the cloth sit for a moment before wiping away the blood  and leaving the rag on your forehead. 

Jean sat silently at the edge of the bed, studying your face. your eyes were half lidded with fatigue, cheeks red from embarrassment, lips slightly parted...It took all of Jean's self control not to lean down and kiss you then and there.

Instead, he simply reached up to your face and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, a soft smile gracing his face. 

"Sleep." He told you, pulling the covers over your form.

You didn't have to be told twice. You were asleep before your eyelids even closed all the way. Yet a phrase lingered on your lips as you slipped away. 

"Thank you."

Jean stiffened a bit, a pink blush dusting his cheeks. he raised a hand to his face, trying to cool his skin. "You're welcome." He muttered almost inaudibly. 

With that, he stood, drawing his blades and setting himself in a chair by the doorway, determined not to let any harm befall you.