#I'm slowly easing into being active again and I'm ecstatic

[jeongin-lvr]

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗽， 𝗒． 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇

ᝰ✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！ 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇，𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋， 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄， 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽， 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈， 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑， 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾， 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄， 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 ／ 𝖴𝖭𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖤𝖣

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𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 second felt normal, not a single sound was made, not a single little grunt or whine or moan. His ever-resilient gaze didn't ever wander, not a single part of his face flinched. It made me wonder if I was even plaguing his mind the same way he plagued mine. Every second felt normal if you were only paying attention to his expressionless face, his dangling wrist that equipped a phone like it was a normal day. His eyes never changing to meet mine.

Was I the only one so drunk on lust right now?

I whimpered in his lap, hands shaking as I gripped the collar of his black button up, eyes roaming the soft fabric in desperation. The perforations in his skin from my nails in his neck and chest being the only reminder that this wasn't a dream.

"Stop whining," Jeongin tilted his head, dropping his arm with his phone in hand, eyes on me with boredom. My thighs shook alongside my hands, breathe shaky; yet there he was, face still and body language completely at ease. How was this effect only leaving me scrambled? Why was I the one making a horny fool of myself?

"Nothings even happened yet," My boyfriend mocked, dragging his slender fingers up his shirt, creasing and flattening in patterns. I watched, practically drooling over his teasing movements; completely purposeful, entirely effective, "You're already so cock-drunk, aren't you?" He smirked, slowly unbuttoning one painstakingly slow button at a time. Inch by inch revealing the succulent glow of his pale skin.

"N-no!" I protested, but the slight roll of his hips into mine made me squeak, then shamefully retreat into my own palms. Hiding my face from his mocking stare. The throb of my cunt around his dick was already sending me into a orgasmic shivers, still and barely even working. In fact, not working at all.

When he suggested the idea of cock-warming I wasn't entirely too sure what that was. But Jeongin was always gentle, open to rejection. I agreed after a short yet insightful explanation from my boyfriend, I was ecstatic to partake in the activity; except the one thing he hadn't disclosed was how fucking excruciating it would be to not move while in this position. While his dick was flush inside of me; walls closing around him at the slightest movement because he was giving me absolutely nothing. Just the feel of his tip poking the most sensitive part of my cervix.

My legs draped lusciously over his sides, cock stretching me as I sat flush against his body. His body begging for me to touch it, yet he said I'd wait for as long as he told me to. And here I was, after god knows how long, with me writhing in his lap while he gave me no reactions. Nothing to play off of, his face was unreadable.

I dropped my head on his shoulder, desperate for something more. For his grasp on my hips while he fucked me senseless.

"Really? You're all worked up," I could hear the sickening smirk in his tone, mixed with that gentle, sweet voice he naturally had. It was so fucking hot. Jeongin undid the final button, ending my painful wait to get a look at his beautiful body. The male worked his shirt open, placing his big, strong hands at the dip in my hips, finally giving me something that wasn't complete oblivion.

"I'm not worked up," I lifted my head, cheeks hot, clearly awe-stricken by his luminous body, "You're worked up." I pouted, whipping my head away in defiance.

"Hm, you're all bratty," Jeongin sighed, removing his hands from my waist and grabbing phone again, swiping up and down, double tapping on instagram posts as if I weren't even in front of him. As if I wasn't taking his cock. As if it was boring, "Bratty girls don't get to feel good. Sorry." He simply stated as his eyes fluttered over the screen at me, dark eyes unreadable per usual.

"Innie... please," I groaned, a sound that insatntly melted into a whine as I shifted on his cock; truly, at this angle his tip was pressing so perfectly into my sweet spot I could barely focus my eyes.

"You can be my cock-warmer for a little longer can't you?" Jeongin stated half-heartedly, placing his other hand behind his head as he tousled with his own black locks.

"N-no! I can't fucking stand this," I ran my fingertips up his front, opening his shirt wider to get a better view of his skin. The way it shimmered with a light layer of sweat, practically begging me to kiss it.

So I pressed my lips onto his skin, one kiss after the other across his collarbone, then his neck and jaw. Whining between every soft peck, my hands remained planted on his pectorals where I could feel the simple beat of his heart. Steady and completely average. Meanwhile all he did was continue to glance at his phone screen, silently enjoying the desperation lacing through my erotic words. The mumbled misconstrued "please" and "baby" that would leave my mouth between a sloppy open mouthed kiss secretly did a number on him.

He was just really fucking good at hiding it.

My lips met the best place to kiss his skin, just below his jaw, right beside that little crescent shaped beauty mark that reminded me of the moon. Finally I heard a nearly silent grunt from his lips; that's what's getting him off? A simple kiss to his beauty mark?

I had to secretly roll my eyes. I peppered that spot with ruthless, moist kisses. One by one, kissing that spot more until they became desperate love bites. My teeth nipping and playing with his skin between my teeth, my tongue swirling in whiny circles around the bruising flesh. I would pull away to admire it and get a better listen to his heavier breathing, his oh-so delightful groans. It was music to my ears, finally indicating that he was just as needy as I was. He was just good at acting. A little too good.

His cock deep inside of my body didn't lie either. I felt Jeongin's dick twitch, allowing my own walls to drip and clench in retaliation. I'd begun to think maybe I could have the upper hand here. I smiled against his skin, breath warm to match his own.

He grabbed my shoulders as I tried to bend down to place more smooches, cheeks burning and sweat creating a decent shine on his skin. Jeongin glared at me, right hand leading to my face and placing firm fingers around my cheeks, "You think you're cute, huh?"

"I am." I said between my squished cheeks, his eyes watching mine harshly. I knew what he was thinking; it wasn't that hard to read him anymore, I knew he loved to fuck.

"Not with your attitude," Jeongin leaned into my face, hands brushing the sweaty bits of hair off my neck. His words made my cunt feel desperate, the silent sitting position I had on him wasn't enough. Lust was a greedy emotion.

"You want my dick so bad, don't you?" He taunted, snarking into my ear. Oh, his minty breath coated the side of my face, hands still entangled in my hair and beginning to pull it tighter, out of my vision but probably reddening my scalp from the force.

I mewled in response, back arching to match his pull on my hair.

"Yeah you do," Jeongin pulled back, just as his lips were less than a millimeter away from my face. Jeongin sat back in the couch, hands behind his head as his eyes glazed over, looking at me like a piece of me. A look I didn't know could be so sexy on him, "Go ahead them. Fuck yourself on it. Go on, baby."

I tilted my head in confusion. Was he really letting me get my way?

"Really?"

"Hurry up."

My eyes scanned his face, then his body. Red nail indents lining his skin, hickeys upon his abused skin, ever his milky skin was covered in sweat. Pale in comparison to his dark crinkled shirt, matching his even darker hair. God, the sight was so hot. I couldn't resist the way my hips wanted to move, to bounce and grind upon him. See him groan along with me to create a harmony of pornographic sounds.

Skin on skin slapping, wet noises of our sexes colliding, sweaty bodies rubbing. Everything.

I placed my hands upon his shoulders, legs raising me up before I plopped back down. Whines and groans filling the air, all from my own mouth. My eyes couldn't see straight, dizzy stars and glowing orbs clouded my vision, only pushing me forward.

My movements were sloppy, but how could I not be sloppy when I could feel every inch of him glide against my walls in such easy, wet motions.

When my eyes finally focused, I caught the look in his eyes, bored. I moaned helplessly, the nonchalant look on his face never changing. I would've been embarrassed by how worked up I was had it not been for how good it felt.

"That's it baby? That's all you got?" Jeongin clicked his tongue, not giving me a single ounce of gratitude. Not a bit of saccharine emotions leaking from his words. And, god, it was addicting. I pumped myself upward faster, eyes fluttering to the back of my head with every little mewl I made. "C'mon, try harder." Another whine left my lips, swollen from kissing his skin feverishly, eyes watery. Yet, he looked relaxed, only sign that he was into this was the rock-hard feel of his cock inside of me. "More. Are you even trying? So sloppy." Jeongin grabbed his phone and stared at it boredly, vision telling he could care less by anything that was happening to him.

What was addicting to me was nothing to him. At least that's what it seemed.

"Fuck... ah, Innie... I cant-"

"I know you can't," Jeongin interrupted, a smirk tainting his face and giving him a domineering glow. A sheen of sweat upon his skin, the sound of skin slapping fueling his intense stares. Yet he didn't do anything. He liked to watch the struggle in my face; sadistically, chuckling to himself at how easily I unraveled, "But you better fucking try."

A few more sloppy bounces on his cock had me shaking, yet my orgasm wasn't approaching as I'd intended. I could barely taste it on my lips, but I couldn't. Not with him staring me down like I was a stupid puppy, incapable of doing anything but making a mess of myself. I felt drool pooling in the corners of mouth, babbling moans and hot breaths around me.

I was pathetic, and he loved it.

"What's wrong baby?" Taunting was his entire personality at this point, his teasing stares, the way his hands snaked at my waist yet did nothing to help me. It was addicting the little bits of joy I got from it. Right now, losing myself on his lap while he just watched had to be the hottest thing ever.

"Can't..." I panted. Breathless as I stopped fucking myself up and down, hair draping in front of my eyes, lips wet with drool. His hand at the small of my back, unamused.

"Do you need me to do everything for you?" He groaned as if annoyed yet the stir of excitement in his body knowing I just needed him was exactly what I wanted. He knew my body inside and out, every mark on my skin, every part of me he's kissed and worshipped.

"Please," I begged, hands at the back of his neck, lovely lips parted as he breathed down at my face, "I just need you. Can't do it.“

"Aw, so desperate," Jeongin cooed, hand beginning to trail down my stomach, pressing into it and feeling his own cock through the tender skin of my belly. His eyes seemed to ignite, "Poor baby can't even fuck herself right. All this cock and you don't know what to do."

"So pathetic," Jeongin groaned, working me up even more than I already was, "Need me to fuck you right, huh?“

I nodded, eyes fluttering as I slowly ground down on his hips, looking for validation in his eyes. He stared at me, hands holding me still.

"So bad," I slurred, barely valid words.

"I know you do," He helped me raise my hips, manifesting a steady pace for our bodies. His breathe slowly deepened, longer, unstable breathes filled the air between us. Nearly silent groans from the boy. Finally, a verbal reaction.

"So let me help my helpless baby out, yeah?" Jeongin cooed at me, raising me out of his lap, sliding out of my desperately wet hole. Leaving me empty and useless. All that time I'd sat in his lap with his full dick inside of me made me forget how it felt to be empty. And now all I wanted- no, needed was to be full of him again. In every way possible.

His body looming over me left only one thought in my mind, my hands clinging to his undone shirt, begging with silent moans and whines. Nothing to satisfy me, only the tease of his tip at my swollen clit, his precum seeping onto me.

Just in an instant, I was full again. His dick eliciting the loudest sudden moan I'd made. Somehow, his dick felt better when he was in control.

The smell of salty sweat on our bodies, his dick pumping in and out of me at a generous pace. It was fueling the orgasmic fire burning inside of me. My back arched each time he rammed his hips into mine; the hunger for more finally being satisfied.

I moaned and whined, incapable of forming words- incapable of forming thoughts. The only thing on my mind was how he managed to kiss my cervix with his dick, deepening with every delicious stroke each time. Perfect.

My nails attacked his back, luscious nails breaking his skin and drawing enough bloods to form a red wound. Crescents and lines of perfection, probably gonna leave a sting, but it was a reminder of how good he was making me feel.

Jeongin hissed, grabbing my thigh and holding it up, angling my hips just right. And then a new part of me was unlocked, my moans became desperate and loud. Helpless and I refused to shut up; I needed to show him how good I felt. I probably wouldn't have been able to stifle those moans either way, the rush was too good.

"God, you're such a slut," Jeongin grunted, staggering breath, heated cheeks, "You like it when I use you don't you?“

"Mhmm, love it," A moan left my lips, drawn out and erotic.

Jeongin scoffed. My hands dragged down his back, scratches painting his skin pink and red. He hissed again, yet pain turned to enjoyment, and then he used it to fuel his fire.

"Gonna let me cum inside, babe?" Jeongin tilted his head back, exposing the sweat glistening upon his neck; his Adam's apple bobbing with every gulp and breathe he took. Then he looked back down at me, raising a hand to my tummy to feel my skin. Pressing his hand down into it and feeling himself within my skin. Every pump, every twitch inside of me. Though he looked so dominant and large, I could see the desperation in his face. The slight twitch in his lip, the furrow in his eyebrow, even the way his cheeks burned even harder.

"Fuck, yes, c-cum inside," My back arched, livid rush of pleasure engulfing my body. My climax was drawing near, I felt my entire body shiver, once, twice. It was overwhelming, the stimulation felt overpowering.

"You close?"

No words left my mouth, my jaw went sack, my eyes scrunched tightly closed. My orgasm decided to make a sudden appearance as his dick abused my gummy spot; the spot inside me that sent me over the edge into relentless mewls of bliss.

"That answers my question," He groaned as he felt my cunt clench around him, cum seeping and squirting out of me like a leaky faucet. His eyes watched, the feeling of it only driving his own orgasm forward. Lips parted, he hit harder and deeper, dragging out my orgasm by a few hits until he filled my cunt up. Soon, my insides felt full and a bit sore, my thighs aching and knees red from the work I'd put in originally.

Everything ached yet my orgasm made me forget the pain. My eyes fluttered open to see Jeongin between my legs, fingers poking my sensitive hole as he shoved the leaking cum back into me, my silent whimpers filling the air. His gaze was intense, his full of adoration.

He was mesmerized by the sight of his and my own cum seeping from within me, drenching the soft fabric of the couch.

"Fuck, you're so hot."

"I am... so tired."

"You barely did any work," He taunted, bending to my lips and finally giving me a kiss, a soft one that made my heart flutter. Despite the burn in my inner thighs, everything was fine. And perfect. And right, "All you had to do was look pretty for me."

"I did some work..." I retaliated half-heartedly, cheeks red as my eyes lingered off to the side.

"Some," Jeongin kissed beside my lips, "You're a good cock-warmer." He teased, kissing my face everywhere.

I glanced down between our bodies, eyes instantly falling to his new hard-on, "Again?"

"Just gonna put it in," He chuckled, "Like i said, you're a good cock-warmer."

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The Best Medicine

Summary: You are in the hospital, but you can never sleep in hospitals. Good thing you have a very attractive night shift nurse who is willing to help out.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: hospitals, light med talk, bad medical writing, fluff

A/N: Please ignore the plot holes or the fact that this isn’t the most realistic and also I know this isn’t how discharge works at the hospital.. It’s called fiction for a reason, darling. Also, I left the reason the reader is in the hospital open ended bc some of us may have medical conditions/reasons that we can attach to this, but if not I tried to keep it vague enough on purpose so that you can imagine whatever. Also if you like Nurse!Tom and have requests for him lmk bc i’m happy to write for him.

Toss and turn. Toss and turn. The routine was getting old. This was your third night in the hospital and sleep just wasn’t coming to you.

Maybe it was the medicine they had you on. Maybe it was the constant symphony of sounds and people passing in the hallway. Maybe it was because you weren’t at home in your own bed.

Maybe it was just because you were in the hospital.

You couldn’t be sure. What you were sure of is that you weren’t falling asleep anytime soon.

Feeling another presence in the room, you looked from the ceiling to the doorway where you saw Tom, one of the night shift nurses, standing cautiously.

“I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked as he eased his way inside.

“Nope.”

“So no sleep again, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Sorry darling. Let’s go ahead and get these vitals over with.” He took your blood pressure, oxygen levels, temperature and wrote it down in your chart. Putting the clipboard back on its hook at the end of the bed, he looked up at your tired face. “Okay. So now about that sleep. What do you think will help?”

“Not being in the hospital.”

He chuckled lightly while walking back towards your bedside.

“I know. You hate it here. You’ve made that very clear and I try not to take too much offense to it.” You let out a slight laugh and held back the fact that he was the best part of this whole experience. He almost made it worth it. “I’m sorry we can’t give you any sleeping medication. Do you think it’ll help if I talk to you?”

“You mean tell me bedtime stories?” You couldn’t help but tease him at the adorable suggestion, though it sent a swarm of butterflies off in your stomach.

“I was thinking more like bore you ‘till you fell asleep. But whatever works.”

“You’re the nurse. If you think it’ll help.” You both sat there smirking at each other for a moment. Something unspoken floating in the air between you two.

“Well, I need to finish my round of vitals first. I’ll come check on you when I’m done and if you’re still up we’ll see about those stories.”

“I’ll be here.”

About fifteen or twenty minutes later you heard a light tap on your door followed by “Still awake?”

“Always.”

“You up for a chat?” Tom asked as he made his way to the stool then rolled slightly closer to your bed.

“Got nothing better to do.” You teased again.

“Okay. Well you should probably lay down.”

“Oh. It’s going to be that kind of story, huh?” His laugh was so beautiful and you were happy you were the cause of it.

“No.” He corrected in between laughs “The goal is to get you to sleep. So sitting up won’t help.”

“Right. Right.”

“Well.. anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”

“Why did you choose to become a nurse?”

“Ahhh. Good question. So I actually went to an art school.” You couldn’t help the brief expression of surprise that crossed your face. “I know. Shocking. I did training specifically in dance and gymnastics and I loved it.”

“Wait, so what happened?” You asked, turning on your side to face him more comfortably.

“Well one day we were rehearsing for a show and I fell. Ruined my knee. Had to do physical therapy for months. I tried to get back into it, but it just wasn’t the same. However, through that process I learned a lot about medicine and the health side of things. It really turned me on to it. And when my Plan A got a bit messed up I thought ‘hey, this could work’. So far it’s treated me pretty well.”

You smiled at Tom, admiring his passion for his career and the determination he had to keep pushing after his accident. You enjoyed hearing him talk about it too. If you didn’t know any better you would say it was helping you relax.

“My story that boring?”

“Obviously.”

“Your sarcasm has no end.”

“Oh… goodness.. you thought that was sarcasm?”

Tom only laughed and shook his head the way he often did with you.

You may just have been his patient and he may have just been your nurse, but you both bonded. He kept you company and gave you comfort. In return, you kept him entertained during the quiet night shifts.

“I’m not going to sleep. I'm just resting my eyes. But still listening.” You told him as you nestled further into the hospital bed, trying to find a position that would make it comfortable.

“Okay, darling.” He grinned at you.

“Tell me more. What kind of-” You had to stop to yawn, “What kind of art stuff did you do?”

“Oh. Well, I was in a few musicals. I really enjoyed dancing. I did ballet ever since I was young and I love the control I have over my body. The tricks I can do with gymnastics or the turns and leaps. I mean I can’t do them to that level anymore, but I try to stay active.” He glanced up and noticed you hadn’t moved, “Are you still with me?”

“Mhm.” You barely respond.

“Okay. Well it was a performing arts school so we really were trained in many areas. We had classes in acting, singing, dancing, all of it. It was a lot of fun and I met my best friends there.”

Tom began telling stories about his time at school. Before he knew it, he lost himself and track of time. He looked back at you, quiet and still.

“Y/N?” You were finally asleep. “Goodnight, darling.” He whispered as he gently made his exit.

Because Tom worked the night shift, you never saw him when you woke in the morning. Instead, Tanya, a sweet nurse that felt like a big sister, or Linda, Nurse Ratched in the flesh, came in for morning vitals and meds.

You counted down the days until your release. Life in the hospital was pretty uneventful with the limit on visitors and limited activity. There’s only so many sitcoms one can take in a given timespan. The only thing that you really looked forward to each night was when Tom clocked in.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Tom.” You would smile at each other.

“How are we feeling today?”

“Better. Ready to get out of here.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you are feeling better and still ready to jailbreak.” He smiled while writing something down on your chart. “They should be bringing up your dinner tray soon and then I’ll bring by your evening meds after that.”

“Okay.”

“If you need me you know what to do.” He called to you before walking out the door.

You were disappointed when Shelley brought your evening meds by later. She was a nice enough nurse. She just wasn’t Tom.

You’d grown accustomed to mainly having him as your nurse during the evening shift. At first you weren’t sure if it was coincidence or on purpose, but after a few nights of staying up and talking, you grew closer to him. You saw less of the other nursing staff and more of Tom.

You tried not to build anything up in your head. You were sure everything he was doing was in his job description and a part of being a good nurse.

He would sneak you extra pudding cups from the cafeteria and bring you an extra heated blanket because you could never stay warm. If you needed a new IV, he held your hand to ease the anxiety. He kept you company and made you feel less alone in such a sterile and intimidating place. And when he noticed you had trouble sleeping he chose to sit with you to help you fall asleep. You couldn’t help the butterflies that built in your stomach.

It became a sort of routine. He checked on you during evening vitals, even if someone else was doing them, and you were always still awake. He would then come and sit with you and chat for a bit, telling you different stories until you eventually fell asleep.

Some nights when you were extra restless he would help you walk the halls.

“The doctors have to see you’re stable enough before you can be discharged. Plus, maybe it’ll tire you out.” He suggested.

He would help get your IV pole ready so you could walk with it. He helped you into your slippers and eased you out of bed after passing you your robe.

Walking the hall slowly, Tom knew he had to remain professional, yet he found a few excuses to graze his hand across your back to ‘steady you’ when you turned corners or he thought you were looking tired.

“It might take me a while to get back to my usual jogs in the park, huh?” You laughed in spite of yourself.

“You’ll get there. Baby steps.” He encouraged, as you turned around the Nurse’s Station. You missed the faces the other night shift nurses were giving you both, but Tom was sure to subtly flick them off. “So, do you like running?” He asked as you headed back towards your room.

Throughout your late nights together, he told you of his three younger brothers and his dog named Tessa. You spoke about what you would do when you were out of hospital. He talked about his friends and flatmates and the adventures they had. He told you many stories, but each morning when you woke up he was clocked out and the day shift nurses were there.

Tonight was your last night. You’re set to be discharged tomorrow and while you are ecstatic to go home, you’re going to miss one thing about this place.

“I bet you’re too excited to sleep tonight. I don’t know if my stories will even help.” Tom said as he sat down next to you.

You smiled up to him sweetly.

“What are you looking forward to the most once you get out of here?”

“Sleeping in my own bed.”

“Well that’s no surprise.” Tom laughed, a contagious sound making you giggle as well. “Isn’t there anything you’ll miss about this place?”

“Yeah.” He smiled “There’s one thing.”

“What’s that?” He asks.

“The pudding cups.”

“Ahh the pudding cups of course.” You giggled while fiddling with the IV line.

“They just don’t taste the same in the outside world.”

His smile grew wider as you giggled.

“No, but really. As much as I give this place grief and say I’m ready to get out of here - which I am,” You gave him a pointed look to which he held his hands up in mock surrender, fully believing you, “it hasn’t been too terribly awful I guess.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad we could make your stay not too terribly awful.. I guess.” He teased. “Do you have anything exciting to look forward to once you’re a free woman?”

“Nothing huge planned, really. The doctors did say to take it easy.”

“That’d be wise.”

“Yeah. I’ll just lay low for a while. My sister said she may try to come visit me though so that would be nice.”

“Oh that would be nice. She’s your older sister right?”

“Right. She moved away last year to be closer to her boyfriend.”

“Ah. Do you like him?”

“Sorry?”

“This boyfriend. Do you like him?”

“He’s alright, I suppose. He makes her happy.” Tom nodded along.

“And do you have a boyfriend that makes you happy?”

“N-No. No I don’t. Not at the moment.” You began fiddling with the IV cord again.

“No boyfriend or not a boyfriend that makes you happy?” He asked.

“Neither.”

“Well that’s a shame.” If the heart monitor was connected you would’ve been screwed. “I just mean someone needs to look after you once you get home. I hope this sister comes through for a visit. You’ve got to take it easy.”

“Oh I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will be.” He smiled.

“How has your shift been tonight? Busy?” You asked, fighting back a yawn.

“A bit busier than usual. There was a slight emergency earlier which is why Shelley handed out meds tonight. Sorry I didn’t come around.”

“It’s alright. I know you have other patients.”

“Yeah, but none like you.” You were sure he said that to all of his patients. After all, you’ve heard similar lines ever since you went to the pediatrician as a child. But it still gave you butterflies.

“Are you getting sleepy?”

“A little. But it’s okay.” He gave you a pointed look but continued to talk anyway. “It’s the last night. One final request for storytime. Make it a good one.”

You thought for a moment before asking your question.

“Do you ever wish that life turned out differently? That you never had your accident and you could’ve followed your dreams to be a dancer?” You asked while turning on your side and getting more comfortable.

“Sometimes. At least, I used to. But I think I’ve accepted it now. And I really can’t see myself doing anything but this.” You nodded taking in his answer “I look at it this way. If it wasn’t for my injury then I never would’ve changed my career path and found my love for medicine. I never would have made so many of the friends I’ve made or the memories I’ve made. I never would have met you.” He finishes with a sweet smile.

“That’s a very positive way of looking at it.” You told him. “Be honest, are you a therapist during the day?” He laughed out loud.

“No. I’m not. I guess I’m a big believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’.” You nodded while covering a yawn.

“So I’ve been curious to ask you,” He began, “Do you usually have this much trouble sleeping? Because you can get help for that you know?” You smiled at him.

“What? I thought a night nurse talking to you was the cure?” Tom smirked and shook his head. “I’m kidding. No, I normally don’t. It’s just the stiff sheets and hospital sounds I think.”

“Darn hospital.” He rolled his eyes and joked. “So this time tomorrow you’ll be sound asleep in your own bed then?”

You knew it was meant to be a happy statement, but you were a little sad at the thought of not having any more late night chats with Tom.

“Yes. Thank God.” You forced a smile.

You felt another yawn coming and tried to hold it back. It was already past the usual time that you fell asleep.

Tom could tell you were exhausted so he launched into a story from nursing school, hoping to lull you to sleep.

You yawned your way through listening, trying to soak up every last moment with Tom. In the morning he wouldn’t be here. You’d leave and likely never see him again.

When he finished, your eyes were half open and he wondered how you were still awake. Or maybe why.

“Why are you fighting it? The point is to sleep. Give in.” He told you gently after another yawn.

You looked up at him, half asleep and rubbing your eyes, not finding the confidence to tell him the true reason you were trying to stay awake.

“I’m happy right now.”

He smiled down at you.

“I am too. But you need your sleep, darling.” You weren’t sure what to say and you didn’t have much energy left in you anyway. “How about this. I’ve probably been in here too long as it is. Let me go check in at the Nurse’s Station and then I’ll come back and check on you soon and see if you’re still awake okay?”

The thought that he was leaving gave you a sad feeling in your stomach. You tried to remind yourself that he was just your nurse. Nothing more.

“Okay.” You smiled at him, sleepily, while settling further into the bed.

He stood up and instead of walking towards the door he walked closer to you. He grabbed the thin, white hospital blanket and pulled it closer around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered before he walked to the door.

“Tom?” You called out just before he opened it. He turned around with an expectant look, “Thanks for everything.”

Even though the room was dim you could see his smile.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

You don’t remember much after that. You don’t know if Tom came back to check on you. You just remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.

When you woke up the following morning it felt like any other morning in the hospital.

The hallways were much louder. Beeps, chatter, and phones were constant. The lights were brighter.

But you were quickly reminded that it wasn’t any other morning. You were going home today.

The door creaked open and Tanya, one of your regular daytime nurses, poked her head in.

“Oh good you’re up.” She made her way inside and over to the gloves. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. Thanks.” She gave you a smile, something hidden behind it.

“I’m sure.” She said quietly to herself. You gave her a questioning look. “Oh I just mean I’m sure you’re excited to get out of here.”

You nodded as she took your vitals one last time.

“Everything looks good. What do you say about getting this IV out?”

“I say that sounds amazing.”

She took it out and bandaged up your arm while informing you of how the morning would go.

“Dr. McCoy is making rounds now then he’ll be by soon to go over your discharge. You can get dressed whenever you’re ready. If you need help, buzz me. You’ll still have a breakfast tray come, but you don’t have to eat it.” She gave you a wink while taking off her gloves.

“Thanks Tanya.”

“Of course, sweetie. And in case I don’t see you before you go, you’ve been a wonderful patient. Take care of yourself.” You smiled at her as she left you to change into some leggings and a sweatshirt.

You were packing your remaining things into your bag when your doctor walked in.

“Y/N! How are we doing today?”

“We’re doing great because we’re going home.” You smiled while taking a seat to rest for a few minutes.

“I know you’re excited.” He laughed before explaining the conditions of your discharge. You had medicines to take, a follow up appointment, and strict instructions to rest for the next few weeks. After signing some forms he left you with a stack of papers. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah my neighbor should be here within an hour.”

“Sounds good. Don’t hesitate to call us or come back in if you have any trouble or questions.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

A few minutes after he left a nurse brought in your breakfast tray. There wasn’t much of a point for it but since your discharge wasn’t technically until 10:30 am you were still a patient during breakfast.

You took the pudding cup that you requested with every meal off the tray before sliding it away. Smiling to yourself, you tucked it away in your bag. All you had left to do was wait for 10:30.

Tanya came in to check on you again and told you to buzz the Nurse’s Station when you knew your ride was here. At 10:27 you had a text from your neighbor that they were out front in the pickup zone. So you hit the call button.

“Yes?” Linda, the scariest dayshift nurse, answered.

“Um hi. Tanya told me to buzz in when my ride was here so I could go down.”

“Okay we’ll be right in.”

Not even a minute later you heard your door open. Expecting to see Tanya or maybe even Linda you looked up.

An audible gasp left your lips when Tom stood in your doorway with a wheelchair.

“I hear someone needs a ride?” He smiled as he made his way closer to the bed.

“Tom. What are you still doing here?”

“I pulled a double.” You wanted to ask why, but decided against it. You were still in a little bit of shock from seeing him again. “If you’d rather I can go get Linda to walk you down?” He pointed back towards your door.

“No! No.. I’m just surprised s’all.”

“Well come on. I thought you’d be running out of this place once the clock hit 10:30.” Glancing up you saw it was now 10:34. Your neighbor is probably tired of waiting already.

You grabbed your discharge papers and reached for your bag when you heard, “I got it.” Smiling at him, you sat down in the wheelchair. Tom placed the bag around his shoulder and kicked the brakes off the chair. “Ready?” You nodded up at him.

He rolled you out of the room that felt so small for a final time. You passed the Nurse’s Station and waved bye to the staff. He turned by the elevators and when you looked up at him in question, he read your mind. Looked down at you he said, “We’re taking the staff elevators.”

When you made it there he hit the button, turning you around and backing you in once the doors opened. He hit the button for the Lobby and leaned up against the wall of the elevator, briefly glancing at you, as you rode down together.

“Well you made it. You’re a free woman.” He smiled shyly.

“Yippee.” He met your eyes for a moment before looking back to the floor. The dynamics felt different. It wasn’t like your late night talks together.

“Listen, Y/N.” Tom began as he stood up from the wall and faced you. He was about to continue when the elevator ding cut him off, signaling you had reached your destination.

Maybe that was what was different. You had reached your destination.

You had a fun time talking with Tom and entertaining each other when you were both up late at night. He was fun to get to know and you enjoyed having someone care for you. He was easy to banter with and certainly easy on the eyes. But your time at the hospital was up. You knew it would be eventually. You wanted it to be.

Tom was a nurse. He was just doing his job. He was helping take care of you. He was being nice. He was trying to make your stay more comfortable. There was nothing to read into.

Your time being his patient was up and your time with him was up.

You tried to remain realistic, but the sadness still crept up as he rolled you closer to the door.

Once outside, you saw your neighbor exit the car and wave you over. Tom steered in the direction and slowed before rolling to a stop and hitting the brake locks on the wheels.

“Hi, I’m Taylor.”

“Tom.” They shook hands as Tom passed off your bag for Taylor to put in the backseat.

“I’m sorry for the circumstances, but it really has been a pleasure having you as a patient and getting to know you, Y/N.” Tom admitted as he walked around to face you. He grabbed the papers from your lap. “Take care of yourself, okay?” You had shared many smiles with Tom, but this one felt sadder.

“I will. Thank you for everything, Tom. I mean it.” You reached up and squeezed his hand. He gave you a light squeeze back while smiling down at you. Taylor returned from the backseat of the car and Tom turned to them.

“These are her important papers about follow up appointments, medications, what to do at home, all of that so please make sure she doesn’t lose any of them.” He emphasized the point.

“Got it. Thanks.” Taylor held onto the stack while Tom turned back to you.

“If I can’t handle a few papers on my own, then maybe I shouldn’t be going home yet, Tom.” You laughed.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure they made it home with you.” He walked closer. “You ready to get in?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. He helped you up, supporting you just as a precaution. Once seated, you took a moment to catch your breath as you pulled the seatbelt down. He met your hand, taking it from you to buckle you in.

“You good?”

You nodded with a smile, “Just a little tired. No biggie.”

He looked you over before returning your smile, though his didn’t quite reach his eyes, “If you need us, call us. Otherwise go home and rest.”

This was it. This was goodbye.

“Thanks, Tom.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He shut the door. He walked back to the wheelchair, released the brake locks and headed inside. He looked back only when your car was driving away.

“Here’s those papers that are so important.” Taylor handed you the stack after they got in.

“Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“Better. Thanks.” You felt them looking at you as they joined traffic.

“You sure? You sound like you feel awful.”

You try to remind yourself to forget the sweet and attractive nurse and start moving forward.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You decide to distract yourself by reading through your discharge paperwork, when something caught your eye. On top was a sticky note with the hospital’s letterhead. You were sure it wasn’t there before. Looking closer it read,

Y/N,

In case you need someone to talk to when you can’t sleep.

555-5555

P. S. I have a connection to some pretty good pudding cups too.

Tom

The smile that grew on your face was undeniable. All the feelings you suppressed came flooding in. He wasn’t just being nice. He actually liked you.

One thing you knew for sure was that even though you would be in your own bed tonight, you still would be up, talking to a very special nurse.

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