Assorted Imagines

Post Lead Pipe Shower Incident; The Hospital

As requested!!! Sorry for the delay I know I suck.

Max helped me into the ambulance. I had never been in an ambulance before. It was pretty cramped in there with me, Max, the chief, and a couple of EMTs. They put me on the gurney thing in the middle and the ambulance started to pull away. I winced as it lurched into motion.
"Fill me in. What happened?" one of the emergency responders asked me.
"A man attacked me— part of some gang— he kicked me in the stomach and hit me with a l-lead pipe over the sh-shoulder."
The lady asking moved around to my exposed shoulder to see it. She took a firm but steady hold of my arm and moved it in my shoulder's socket.
"Ah!" I cried out in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut as she studied my joint's movement. I felt Max's hand move to my leg and squeeze me reassuringly.
"Fractured, I think. And I heard you stuttering; are you dizzy or anything?" she asked, moving to study my eyes.
"A little but nothing t-too bad. I think it was just the k-kick to the stomach..."
"You might have hit your head when you went down," Max suggested.
"That's possible," the lady agreed, "but the pain alone right now is probably just exhausting you. I can't have you pass out though, alright? So just lay down here— yeah, sideways, that's it— and take it easy until we get to the ER, alright? I'll ask your boyfriend the rest of the questions."
Neither Max nor I corrected her when she called him my boyfriend. I was too exhausted to, anyway. The pain was growing and making me feel a little sick. Max rested a hand on my side while I laid and waited for the all-too-bumpy ride to be over.
Once at the hospital, they set me in a chair in a smaller room with an ice pack, a bucket, and a clipboard. I held the bucket between my legs in case I threw up and held the ice to my injured shoulder while Max hurriedly filled out my paperwork.
"Okay, any allergies?" he asked. I shook my head no.
"Had a vaccine in the last 48 hours: no... Birth date..." He filled out everything he knew on his own.
"Umm, emergency contact?"
"Ugh damn. It was always my mom or my roommate before..." I groaned, trying to think of who to put.
"I'll just put my info... it's quicker. And I am your boyfriend, after all," he said, leaning in and smirking. I rolled my eyes with a smile.
"But mostly because it's quicker..."
"Right, mostly because it's quicker."
There weren't very many people who could make me laugh in an emergency room of all places, but there he was, lightening the mood of the entire damn hospital.
"Okay... uh... when was your last period?" he asked, trying to even his voice as much as possible. I cleared my throat. Awkward.
"Oh um... couple weeks ago?"
" 'Kay, and— oh uh— are you... sexually active?" he asked, gluing his eyes nervously to the clipboard.
"... Um, no."
"Damn, intrusive paperwork," he said, grimacing at the clipboard.
"They always ask that."
"The stuff about your period and everything?"
"Yeah."
"Huh. Not sure what having sex and getting your period has to do with your shoulder but alright. I'm getting to know you pretty well now, aren't I?" he asked, lowering his voice and leaning in a bit.
I blushed.
"How about you shut up and fill that out so they can pump me full of painkillers, huh?" I said, suppressing a smile.
He kissed me on the lips quickly then went back to scribbling answers down. Mmm, that was a pain-killer in itself...

Finally, they brought me back and laid me down on a bed. The doctor came in and moved my poor shoulder around some more before deciding that, like most shoulder injuries, it would be impossible to heal any other way then letting it rest in a sling for a couple months.
"With joints like shoulders, there's really no kind of cast or anything we can put on it. We'll get you a sling and you just take it easy, alright? Laura at the desk will set you up with a physical therapist that you'll meet with every week, alright?"
"Alright."
"I'd like to keep you here a little longer just to monitor the dizziness and nausea, though. Sometimes kicks to the stomach can injure your organs in there so any new developments there we'll want to catch early on. Let me know if you get any new pains, alright?"
"Alright, thank you."

Then the doctor left, and after adjusting my precarious sideways pillow situation and making sure I had what I needed, the nurse left, too. Max, sitting in the chair by my bedside, grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. I have a weak smile.
"Weird," I said quietly.
"What is?"
"Just that... all in one day you're kissing my hands and being my emergency contact. Yesterday we were just friends."
He gave a flirty half-smile.
"We were never just friends, y/n."
I smiled.
"I guess not."
We sat in silence for a little longer before I let out a dizzy yawn that I had been holding in for a while.
"You're tired," he diagnosed.
"No shit, Sherlock," I mumbled happily.
"Hey, just doin' my best."
He leaned in and gave me a long, languid kiss that made my heart flutter in anticipation for what my life would be like with this new him in it.
"Go to sleep," he ordered, getting up out of his chair.
"Whereyagoin'?" I murmured.
"Thought you would want some space to sleep."
"No. Not really," I replied, a little surprised by my own honesty. I felt drunk.
He grinned and sat on the edge of the bed so my back was facing him. He scratched my back and touched my hair, avoiding my shoulder. I remember a light kiss on my forehead, then I drifted off.
I woke up once in the middle of the night when a nurse came in to check on my vitals and my medication amounts. I blinked sleepily around the room and realized that Max had fallen asleep in the chair next to me, his head resting in his arms that laid on the edge of the bed. The nurse smiled sweetly.
"He really loves you, huh?" she whispered, fiddling with something near the bed. I smiled at him.
"I dunno. I guess maybe."