Preference #132: You're A Doctor And He Hurt Himself.

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by AmandaKovacic

by AmandaKovacic

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Josh: You quickly rushed through the office, nurses were begging for your attention but you really had no time today. "I will see everyone tomorrow, I am late for dinner with Josh," You said, hurridley shoving paperwork back into the filing cabinet. Marlena, the head nurse stood in front of you, hands on her hips. "He's here." Your heart suddenly stopped, and you flew towards the patient rooms, opening the first closed door you saw. Josh, who was sitting on the examination chair looked at you sheepishly, his hand covered with a bloody bandage. "I kind of fell through a window." He explained, giving you a weak smile. You shook your head, relieved tears forming in your eyes. You grabbed the necessary materials and you began stitching up his wound, not even looking him in the eyes. Wrapping a fresh bandage around his stitches you secured it with a small knot. "Babe," Josh said, causing you to look at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you." "Well you did." You snapped, shortly. Josh sighed, rising from the table and placing a kiss on your forehead. "I'll see you at home." As soon as the door shut behind him your head fell in your hands, emotions wracking your body.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">George: You heard a crash in the next room, waking you up rudely from your nap. You groaned, rubbing your eyes harshly. You heard George swearing profusely in the next room and decided you better see what trouble he was getting into. You opened the office door, seeing George sprawled out under the desk. "What happened?" you asked, peeking underneath the desk. "I hit my head." George mumbled, his face buried in the carpet. "Aw" You said, kneeling down next to him, "let me take a look." George groaned turning over. A slight goose egg had formed on his head, and a small cut was creating a small trail of blood on his forehead. You ran to go get the first aid kit you kept in the house, something you always did, it was doctor paranoia. Reaching in you wiped the cut with an alcohol pad, causing George to wince slightly. You pressed a band aid to the cut, smoothing it over his head, George never losing eye contact once."I think you need to kiss it better." George whined, pouting his lip. You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips to the band aid. George growled, pulling you down on top of him. "I guess you're better now."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Jaymi: Jaymi smirked, looking over at you from across the room. You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to your bowl of popcorn. "Hey, can I have a bite?" He asked, you looked over, narrowing your eyes. "No way! You ate all of my popcorn yesterday." Jaymi sighed, slouching farther into the couch. The volume on the tv raised as a commercial break started, causing you to fumble for the remote. All at once Jaymi stood up, lunging towards your bowl of popcorn. Started you went to move the popcorn, only to fling the heavy bowl in the air. It hit Jaymi in the head, causing him to yelp in pain. "Oh my god I am so sorry!" You exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. Your doctor instincts kicked in and you immediately went to inspect the wound. No skin had been broken, thankfully. You went to the freezer, pulling out a bag of frozen peas. You helped Jaymi lay on the couch, placing the bag on his forehead. "Now just lay there, no sudden movements until we can be sure you don't have a concussion. Jaymi gave a sarcastic salute, wincing immediately at the sudden exertion.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">JJ: JJ groaned, opening one eye to look at you. As soon as you heard he was in the hospital you had rushed over as quickly as you could. Your concerned eyes scanned over his file that had been placed in your hands. "It looks like we might have to do surgery. I can get a prep team in to give you the full details." You said, grim professionalism in your voice. JJ looked at you, obviously a little taken aback by your cold demeanor. "Y/N, why are you being like this?" You pulled on your latex gloves, "This is the only way I can deal, I have to pretend that I don't know you, or know what your were doing when you twisted your knee." JJ sighed, wincing slightly in pain. "You can't feel guilty about this." Your eyes snapped towards him, tears springing in your eyes, "Of course I can! I was so selfish I just had to tell you I had always wanted a rose from that garden. And then you, being a perfect Prince Charming felt the need to crawl onto the garden wall to get one, a surprise for when I got home from work." JJ smiled, shifting a little causing you to hold your breath. From his pocket he produced a single, crushed rose. "I got it." He said, grinning weakly. Tears started making their way down your cheeks, "You are such an idiot. But I love you."</li>

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