The sound of water filling a medical water basin, the smell of antiseptic and medicated soap filled the corridors of the Boss' living quarters.
Danielle hurried over, sloshing droplets of water from the basin as she approached the man slumping in a chair. Dousing a wash rag in the water and wringing it out, she lathered it up with the medicated soap; grabbing his right forearm, she washed the newly afformated cuts and abrasions.
The man tensing up slightly, grimaced at the burning of the soap entering his wounds.
"I know you don't like that very much, but we have to get these cleaned." She murmured, feeling a slight guilt at hurting the man.
Upon opening his shirt, there was blood soaking the area just below his chest; dabbing away in search, there was no wound, no hint that there was a nearby gash or opening of some sort that required stitching. She continued to clean him as much as possible before the water had turned lukewarm.
After ridding the wash rag of the contaminated medicated soap and blood, she attempted to clean his face, neck and shoulders.
Carefully removing his eye patch, she smelled the stench of accumulated sweat from behind it where the unused eye was protected. He looked up at her, batting one eye first before the other had regained it's function. One silver and one blue, she stared at the blind eye shortly before focusing on the blue.
"S-sorry." She muttered, grabbing the rag and wringing it out again.
Danielle dabbed his face lightly, ridding the dirt and grime that covered his cheeks and around the shrapnel forged into the right side of his skull above the non-functioning eye.
She swiftly cleaned his neck and shoulders, admiring the muscularity. Danielle gasped silently as she felt the hardness of his chest, sighing with an uneasy tenseness, laboring her breaths as she reached his navel. Big Boss cleared his throat as if he were going to speak, she hurriedly left the area and headed for his left forearm.
She handled the prosthetic with immense care, afraid of hurting the man or damaging it. She pulled the straps down from his shoulder, gently pulling the prosthesis, but it wouldn't budge.
"Umm, I don't want to damage anything; could you tell me what to do?" Danielle asked shyly, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.
"Yeah." Big Boss grunted, surprising her as he rarely spoke. She began to think he was becoming a mute, when he 'talked' it was more of gruntled noises around her.
Big Boss released the casing of the prosthesis that allowed the amputated arm to freely release. The crisp crimson red finish reflecting on the metal of the prosthesis created tiny sparkles that resembled diamonds upon the Boss' face. Danielle chuckled under her breath and gave Big Boss a slight smile, he hadn't noticed as he was looking in a different direction, spaced out in his own thoughts.
Gently cleaning what was left of his forearm, she finally finished; now it was time the wounds were treated with the antiseptic.
Low groans were heard between the two of them, nothing above a normal conversational level. She then headed for the eye drops, taking the basin back with her to the bathroom. Big Boss watched as she switched towards the door and emptied the pan, she then reached for the eye drops in the medicine cabinet.
She was a short woman, no more than five-foot-two with chocolate skin; not a common element upon nursing in their time, but she was good, so the team had to pick her up. Her long black wavy hair was tied back tightly in a neat ponytail, upon reaching up into the cabinet it easily reached her waist and the top of her bum. Boss couldn't resist a glance at her bottom before trailing up her thigh as her white mid-length dress raised.
"Ah-hah!" Danielle voiced, snapping Snake out of his prying. She approached him and tilted his head back, lifting the right eyelid as she dropped in the medicated eye drops. Batting his eyes immediately, a single tear shed from his right eye. She wiped it away with the palm of her hand.
"Thanks." Big Boss said as he glanced over at her while getting up from the chair, she nodded in reply as she watched him apply the prosthetic arm with ease and set on the fresh eye patch she had waiting for him on the table in front of him.
"Glad to be of service, Boss." She replied, cleaning up behind herself before leaving his quarters.
Reaching her own quarters; a whole platform above the Boss', since she was his personal nurse, required a keycard. Not wanting to set her supplies down, she searched the pockets of her dress for the card; "Shit." Danielle murmured, knowing she couldn't reach the pocket it lied in. Luckily, Ocelot whirled around the corner; the clicking of his spurs being heard before he actually came into view, spun into action.
"Let me help you with that." A red gloved hand appeared, "Thank you so much!" Danielle replied, swiftly taking out the keycard and registering it. She took back her supplies and thanked him again before closing the door of her corridor.
As she lay on her bed, she sighed deeply. The sun was setting, a deep orange tinged with yellow filling her room. The dinner bell would ring soon, so she resorted into changing into a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt.
Entering the Mess Hall, she greeted the fellow nurses and doctors; tonight was the Boss' favorite, Reuben on rye. It wasn't like eating at a five star restaurant, but it sure did hit the spot. Danielle liked to save portions of her meals to treat DD, she knew Big Boss wouldn't approve of it so she did it in secret.
Visiting DD's pen on the Animal Conservation Platform was a daily task for Danielle, she didn't get along with people as well as she did with animals. She'd sit and stroke DD for the majority of the night, until it became too dark to be out of the quarters for anyone.
That night Big Boss was visiting too, he'd caught her giving the last piece of her sandwich to the dog. "You know how much GMP we spend on feeding the staff here?" He asked, startling Danielle. "I know, I'm sorry; I was just leaving, Boss." She managed to say, in salute. He too walked over to DD's pen and handed him a piece of his leftovers.
"I know you do it often, it's not good to spoil him like this. It's especially not beneficial when he opts out of eating his own food, he acts like he's too good for kibble these days." Big Boss said, looking in her direction while he knelt down at DD's cage.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Danielle said simply, before heading back to her quarters. Big Boss watched as her silhouette faded into the darkness, he stood up and retreated back to his own. On the way, he passed by Ocelot's, asking for intel on his next mission.
