Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Shortcuts pt. 3

I walked into the hospital room with some flowers in my hand and a duffel bag. I opened the door slightly and peeked through the crack. No one else was in the room. Weird. I'd expected more people to be here, especially his frat brothers. Kyle lay in the hospital bed reading an engineering book. I knocked faintly.

"Come in, " Kyle instructed as he looked up towards the door.

I walked inside nervously. I felt so bad. After all, it was my fall that caused him to be here. Kyle smiled as he watched me enter the room, setting his book on the table next to him.

"Hey, " his smile lit up the room, "How are you?"

"I'm fine, " I looked down at my feet, "I have a bad headache, but it's whatever. How are you?"

He looked at the cast on his right leg and shrugged.

"Could be better," Kyle smiled, "But I'm alive, so that's cool."

"Yeah, that's great," I tried to force a smile.

Kyle caught on pretty quickly as he grabbed onto my arm.

"Hey, what's wrong," Kyle asked.

"I'm sorry, Kyle, this is my fault," I began to sob, "I broke your ankle."

"Don't cry, " Kyle pulled me closer to him, "I'd rather break my ankle from catching you than watch you get hurt. You had no control over when that ladder was about to give away, so stop beating yourself up about it. Stop worrying about me, what matters is that you're  okay."

It had only been one day, and Kyle had already proven to me that I was wrong about him. Unless...

"Wait a minute-," I paused, "This is a damsel in distress trick, isn't it? You caught me now, you expect me to treat you like prince charming and fall for you and worship everything you do."

His eyes grew large as he glared at me in confusion.

"Who hurt you," Kyle responded.

"It's not that easy to trick me anymore, you know," I continued, "I'm not that stupid."

"You sure about that," he said as he sat up from his hospital bed, "Listen, Y/n, I don't know what happened to you, but I'm not here to hurt you. As you can see, the only one hurt in this situation has a cast on his foot."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Fine. I guess you're right."

"I know I am," he smiled as he laid back.

"Hey, don't get too cocky now," I chuckled, "You've still got a long way to go if you want to prove you're a good guy."

"Is near death not enough," Kyle interrogated.

"Nope," I shook my head, "It's the first step, though. Congratulations."

He chuckled, "You're a piece of work, Y/n."

"Thank you. You know, it's hard being this high maintenance," I mocked him, "Tiring, it is."

"Oh, I bet it is," he laughed, "Thanks for coming to see me, Y/n."

"No, thank you for being a nuisance," I smiled, "If you weren't being such a pest, you probably wouldn't have been there to save my life."

"Anytime," he nodded as he looked at the clock on the wall, "It's getting kind of late, huh? Visiting hours are almost over."

"Yep," I said, "Time flies when you're not thinking about your concussion- or a broken leg."

"Right," he agreed, "So I guess you're heading out of here."

I dropped my bag onto the floor and took off my jacket as I sat at the end of his bed.

"Nope," I said as I kicked off my boots, "Patients can have one visitor stay the night with them, and I don't see any other guests. You didn't leave me alone, so neither will I. You're stuck with me, Frat boy. Now turn on Cartoon Network. Regular Show is on, and I'm not missing it 'cause I'm babysitting you."

"Adventure Time is better," he coughed.

"You must want a cast on your left leg as well if your speaking nonsense like that," I laughed.

We both laughed as I took the remote and began to switch through the channels.

"Thanks for staying with me, Y/n," Kyle thanked me.

"Anytime, Kyle. Anytime"