《DBD oneshots》14 - A little help, Miss Nurse (Pig x Nurse)
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Sigh. Here she was. Again. Hanging on a hook. Because some stupid ass survivor tricked her and now she's stuck, her mask and jacket on the hook, but she doesn't think her shoulder is hurt. Just her clothing and mask.
Now she is stuck for who knows how long. And the entity is probably laughing it's ass off. She huffs, crossing her arms and hanging there.
She feels like crying. First, she gets hit in the head with 6 pallets, then the survivors kept looping her until she couldn't run anymore, and lastly, she's here. She has had a rough day.
She decides to try and get off, so she reaches behind her and grabs the hook, pulling up on it. But her hands slip, causing her shoulder to slide onto the hook. She winces, and cries out from the pain.
She hangs there, tears in her eyes, hoping a miracle would happen and she would be let down. She hangs there for a good half hour until she hears something. Not footsteps, but more like thuds. Like someone keeps walking into a wall.
She hears them getting closer, and closer, until she sees someone flash by. A white figure, that you wouldn't be able to see if you just so much as blinked. "Hey!" She calls out, hoping the figure would hear her and come back. And they did. They flashed back, confused as ever.
The figure tilted her head. "Yes?" They say, barely audible. Amanda can now identify them as a woman. "Can you, um, help me?" Amanda asks, a little embarrassed by the situation. The other sighs, then floats over.
"How did this even happen?" The woman asks. Amanda flushes, thankfully hidden by her mask. "I don't want to talk about it." She says. The woman manages to get Amanda off of the hook. "Thank you, miss. I wouldn't have been able to get off of it without help." Amanda says, turning and starting to walk away. "I'm not done yet." She hears the woman say.
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Amanda turns back around, but almost falls back when she sees the woman now at her face. "You have a bad hole in your shoulder. You won't heal normally. I'm the Nurse, let me fix it." She says. Amanda nods. "Thanks." She says. "Sit, it will make it easier to heal you."
And Amanda does as she's told. She sits, and after about 5 minutes, the Nurse announces she's done. "That was quick. Thank you." Amanda says, before turning to walk away.
"Wait, tell me your name. As a thanks for my help." The Nurse says. Amanda nods. "Amanda." The Nurse nods. "Sally. Make sure you be careful and not get hooked, when your supposed to do the hooking. Though, I wouldn't pass an opportunity to see you again." And with that, Sally was gone.
Amanda stood there. She was processing what the Nurse just said. See her again? Wow.
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