Zootropolis Nick X Reader

27 ~ 'Simply just cream'

Nick's P.O.V

'I took breathing for granted until the day you stole the air from my lungs.'

Sighing for the fifth time as I click my phone off. Scratching the bandage on my neck, the ones on my paws itching at my fur. I haven't spoke to her since she pretty much saved my life back there. Clenching my paw on my head, the memories blurry, it's infuriating, I can barley remember any of it. But where is she now? The Chief won't give me any information regarding her. And the doctors won't allow me to leave yet. I'm stuck here. But I crave to see her, like some twisted obsession, she's the one I want most of all... What the hell has happened to me?

Perhaps it's the fact she saved my life back there. She's strong, so very strong. I had no idea she could fight like that, or move in such a captivating way. Her smile, and spots of gold danced in her irises as her e/c eyes shimmered.

The walls of the room are simply cream, not peeling or dirty, just cream. There is no decoration at all save the limp curtain that can separate my bed from the three others in here. It was perhaps once the kind of green that reminds people of spring-time and hope, but it's faded so much that the hue is insipid. The room as an undertone of bleach and the floor is simply grey. At the far end are windows in brown metal frames, only openable at the top. Not a single animal has flowers, cards or home brought food. They are sleeping to pass the time or staring at nothing at all. The feeling, and atmosphere is far from cheery. There are stands for intravenous drips and monitors. At the door are dispensers for rubber gloves, hand sanitizer and soap.

Laying there quietly, keeping my eyes closed, matching my breaths to the beeping of the machines that surround the bed.

The sound of the clicking of the handle makes my eyes crease, slowly opening. My whole eyes widen, lips parting to say something as she takes a couple unsure steps in.