𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬
↳ summary: ellie finally finds out why alec is so uncomfortable around hospitals
↳ warnings: a hospital environment, mentions of needles (ew ew ew)
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↳ song: mary—alex g
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It was so cold here.
The infirmary was always cold to him. And not just in the traditional sense. It was filled with crying families and stone faced nurses tending to patients long gone. Full of shitty cafeteria food and hours upon hours of staring at beige walls waiting for either the worst of news or the best. Often it was the former.
Alec supposed he really needed to stop ending up here.
From his lonely room, he could hear a lot. Squeaky carts of medical equipment rolling down the halls, all the way to the dusgruntled murmurs of visitors trying to see their loved ones.
And for the past hour he had been listening to a specific one.
"I don't see why I can't visit him! He's my partner for christ sake!" Ellie snapped at a nurse for the umpeenth time, successfully frustrated.
The woman's hair was unruly, and her fury unmatched by none. She had been standing at the front desk for quite a while now demanding to see Alec. They had been in the middle of investigating a case when he had collapsed, and she was eager to see him.
"Ma'am—" The receptionist drawled, looking as uninterested as possible, "—you must wait to see your husband until we can finish taking care of him."
"He's not my—I'm not his—we're not—" She groaned, "I just want to know what room he's in."
"Room 62, but—"
By the time the receptionist had looked up from her computer, Ellie was already gone. Stomping up and down the hospital coradors until the faded gold numbers 62 stared her directly in the face.
She didn't have to walk very far into it to spot who she was looking for.
"Miller." Alec grumbled lowly, clutching his side as he sat himself up. He didn't look surprised to see her.
"Sir." Ellie responded, coming over to sit at his side. She took a brief look at all the beeping machines around him before flitting her gaze back to his face. He really didn't look well.
"Are you alright?" She started off with, unsure of what else to ask now that she had barged her way into his room.
"Er, yeah. I will be." Was all he offered in response.
A pregnant pause settled over the room. For a brief moment the only sounds came from the surrounding medical equipment.
"Could you hand me that kit over there, Miller?" Alex broke the silence. He was quick to gesture to the bedside table on his right with a bag on it, conveniently just out of his reach. Ellie nodded slowly, picking the thing up and handing it to him.
She watched as he awkwardly took the contents out, pulling a needle out of the plastic container before sticking it in a bottle of liquid.
"Sir—?" She went to ask, but paused when he grunted uncomfortably.
"I've been wanting to tell you for a while." Alec went on as he continued with whatever it was he was doing. Not sparing a glance at her. "But I didn't exactly know how. I suppose now is a better time than ever."
"I'm not sure I follow." Ellie watched as he slowly injected the clear liquid into his arm. For a moment, the thought of drugs passed her mind before dissapeaing like early morning fog on the top of a lake.
"This—" Alec tapped the side of the now emptied needle with his finger. "—is testosterone. I take it twice a day. Once in the morning, once in the evening. It helps me to keep my beard and my voice low."
"I'm not sure I follow."
Alec shuffled in his bed sheets uncomfortably. The longer the conversation dragged on, the more he was unable to hold Ellie's gaze.
"I'm transsexual, Miller." He finally confessed.
Ellie blinked once. Twice.
"I wasn't exactly sure how to bring it up. To you or anyone in the station really. I knew how it would look if the media found out the detective that fumbled the Sandbrook case also happened to be trans."
"I still don't understand, though." Ellie held up a hand to cut his rambling off. Alec stopped abruptly, watching her with an unreadable emotion swimming around in his eyes.
"You're a man." He nodded at her words. "Always have been. You just happened to be born in the wrong body. Am I right?"
Alec nodded again.
"So why would that change anything?"
Now it was his turn to be confused. His brows furrowed slowly, silently asking her to elaborate. Ellie obliged.
"Well, being trans doesn't make a difference with who you are. You're still detective inspector, you're still Alec Hardy, and you're still my—" She hesitated for a moment. Swallowing felt like trying to get through a throat full of cotton wads.
"—and you're still my friend sir. So I'm sorry, but I just don't understand why you were so tentative to tell me."
Alec waited a while before saying anything. Just watching as Ellie sat on the bed with a cautious expression. Watching as the clock on the wall across from him ticked away slowly.
Finally he spoke. The detective spoke slowly and gratefully, not a fool to take this moment for granted.
"Thank you, Ellie." He cleared his throat. Alec didn't trust his voice to not waiver.
Nothing more was said, but nothing more had to be. They both understood the importance of the moment and meerly sat in it, happy to let it pass.
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