FukaFlower One-Shots

Visiting You

A/N: Hey there! It's been a while. I still heckin love these two so don't think that I'm gonna stop making these for a LONG time~ :3

Special one-shot this time because this was a request from Lil-flowie ! Hope you enjoy. ^^

Prompt: "Flower gets hurt and is in the hospital. Fukase is worried for her."

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Summary:

Casting aside his fear to visit her... was a lot harder than he thought.

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Note: this one-shot takes place in a hospital. Though the details of the hospital are not emphasised on, take caution if you are triggered by the topic itself.

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"She's in room 17,"

He quickly nodded once in thanks. "Thanks," He replied gratefully before turning away from the receptionist and looking back at the hallway. White-clad nurses typing away on wheelie monitors littered the hallway, along with the occasional visitor walking back and forth between visiting their loved ones and chatting with other doctors. The sterile scent in the room conjured images of medicine and machinery in his mind, almost coercing him to shrink into the size of a ball, curled up and shivering on the floor.

Fukase hated hospitals. He didn't want to have a reason to visit such a place that reminded him too much of what he had been through. By instinct, his left hand swiftly raised to touch his face, his bandaged fingers swiping against the grooves along his cheeks.

Come on, Fukase. Stop thinking about that. You're here to visit the one you love, not to mull over your... stuff.

After giving himself a solid nod of confidence, the red-haired boy began to make his way down the hall, his crimson eyes looking out for the double-digit label that indicated which room his partner was staying at. It wasn't too long before he found it, standing before the door as if waiting to be let in.

He held tightly to the bag in his right hand, the antiseptic scent still annoying him. Here goes nothing.

A turn of the doorknob later and the boy walked into a small room with walls of beige, satin blue furniture consisting of a sofa and visitor chairs aligned neatly against each wall while a longer bed sat in the middle of it all. Laying on said bed and tucked behind pearl-coloured sheets was a petite figure with gorgeous violet eyes, her smooth curls of white moving along with a strand of black hair as she turned towards her visitor. It wasn't long before a small smile adorned her face, and Fukase found it very difficult to turn away from her upon seeing her beautiful smile.

"Fukase!" She murmured gleefully, and though she tried to step out of bed to greet him properly, the girl was reminded of her slight impairment when she felt a sharp twinge from her right arm, the thick plaster cast wrapped around her forearm reminding her not to move too much to agitate her wound. With a heavy sigh to herself, she eventually shifted back to her original position, only watching as the redheaded boy quickly trotted to her side, dragging a visitor's chair with him as he placed his paper bag on the bedside table.

"Hey Flo," He started, heart still fluttering at the sight of his partner's pure expression. "How are you?" He was internally praying that the unease in his head had not leaked out into the tone of his voice.

"Alright, I guess," The patient in question replied, motioning to her cast. "I just don't know why my manager made me stay in the hospital for a hairline fracture on my arm. I'm pretty sure Xin Hua and you can take care of me fine,"