A/N : Requested by @AradhanaVanAssche. Combining this with "falling in love with 'you' the nurse" request as well because I thought it would fit well here.
16 - Broken leg
Ryland
You get called to see someone who just arrived in the emergency room. It's been a quiet night tonight in the hospital, so you're almost glad someone is here so you're not so bored.
You follow a nurse to a room and see a large family in the room, and who you assume is one of the sons, laying on a hospital bed.
"Ok, so what's going on?" You ask, pulling out your clipboard.
"I was playing hockey and I slipped and fell really hard. My dad thinks I broke my leg," the boy says.
"Ok. We're going to get you on some pain medicine and get your leg x-rayed to see what's going on."
You grab the end of his bed and start wheeling it down the hall towards the x-ray area.
"You're really pretty," the boy says.
"Thanks. You're pretty cute."
"I'm Ryland. If my leg is broken, how long will it be until I can play hockey again?"
"Probably 6-8 weeks. But that's only if you stay off of it and rest."
"I'll be really bored for 6-8 weeks. Maybe you want to come over and take care of me?"
"I think I might be able to find time in my schedule for that," you say, giving him a smile.
You bring him into a room for an x-ray and write down your number on a piece of paper while he's getting x-rayed.
Ross
You're working as a part time receptionist at a place that holds concerts. All of a sudden, you hear someone shouting for a doctor or nurse, which you are. So you follow the calls to the stage area. You see a blonde laying on the ground next to the stage with all of his band members around him.
"Are you a nurse or doctor?" A man asks.
"Yeah," you say, kneeling down beside the blonde.
"I'm his dad. He was rehearsing when he tripped over a wire and fell off the stage. I think his leg is broken."
You take a look at his leg. The blonde groans in pain a few times when you press on different areas.
"I think it's broken," you say.
"So I'm going to miss the concert then?" The boy asks.
"Maybe not. If I bring you in, they'll take you in quicker than everyone else since I work at the hospital, and that's one of the perks of working there. I can get family and friends in quicker."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"That would be awesome. Thank you so much."
His dad carries him out to your car and you start driving him to the hospital.
"So what's your name?" You ask him.
"Ross. Ross Lynch."
"I think I've heard of you before. You were on Disney, right?"
"Yup. Wait. I thought you were a receptionist."
"I am. Part time. And then I'm a part time nurse. The venue kind of hired me because they know I'm a nurse. Sometimes we get these rockstars who like to get drunk before concerts and then get hurt because they're drunk or on drugs. So they thought it would be a good idea to have a nurse."
"Makes sense. You really think I can make it back in time for my concert?"
"I can tell them to make you a priority, and that will give you the best chance at getting back in time."
"Ok, cool. Thank you so much. I was just wondering if I could um... have your number? You know, in case I have any questions about my leg."
You smile at him, knowing he just wants your number.
"Of course."
You give him your number and bring him into the hospital. You tell them to put Ross at the top of their priority so he can make it back in time for his concert and so he can see you again.
Rocky
You walk down the hall to see your next patient and find a boy with brown hair in a hospital bed. You're kind of surprised he's alone.
"Hey, I'll be your nurse today. I heard you think you broke your leg. Can you tell me what happened?" You ask.
"Yeah, so me and my brother were playing football and I tripped and fell when I was trying to run backwards to catch the ball."
"Ok. I'm going to schedule you an x-ray for later today and put some pain medicine in your IV. Is there anyone you would like me to call?"
"No. I don't want to worry my family. They have so much going on right now. I don't want to stress them out. I'll be ok."
You sit down in the chair beside him.
"Well then maybe you want me to keep you company."
"I'd like that a lot," he says, smiling.
Riker
You walk into a hospital room to find your next patient only wearing board shorts and he has wet hair. You assume he's been swimming or something.
His family is also in the room, wearing swimsuits as well.
"So you're Riker?" You ask, looking at your clipboard.
"Yeah," he says, crying.
"What happened?"
"We were surfing and he hit a really hard wave and fell on his board," one of the other boys says.
"Ok. One of the other nurses started you on some pain medicine in your IV. Is it helping yet?"
"No," Riker says, wiping his tears.
"Ok. I'll increase it and then take you to get an x-ray. You most likely have a broken or fractured leg. Surfing injuries are really common."
You put more medicine in his IV and then start wheeling his bed down the hall.
"Am I going to be ok?" Riker asks.
"Of course you will. Broken bones are common injuries. You'll just need to rest for a few weeks."
"You don't understand. I'm a musician and I'm going on tour."
"You can still perform. But you'll probably need to sit on a chair while you do it. What do you play?"
"Bass."
"So you can sit down and play, right?"
"I guess... It just won't be as much fun. I like to jump around and stuff."
"When is your first day of tour?"
"In about a month."
"If you're lucky, you might be able to stand up by then, but you'll need to be really careful and not jump too much."
"I'll be careful."
You get to the x-ray room and wait for Riker's x-ray to be done. And then you start wheeling his bed back to his room.
"Do you know what the x-ray showed?" Riker asks.
"I can't say for sure. A doctor needs to look at it. But it looked like only a fracture."
"Ok, good. Hey would you um... like to come to my concert? The first concert of tour is here in California."
"Sure. I'll give you my number and you can text me the details."
Riker smiles as you pull his bed back into his bedroom.
"I'll be back to check on you in a little while. Until then, just try to rest," you say, handing him a piece of paper with your number on it.
