You Don't Have to Do This Alone - TMI Sizzy

You Don't Have to Do This Alone

[[Notes: This is another in my "ways to say I love you"thing. Also on my AO3, FFN, and Dreamwidth
Prompt: "You Don't Have To do This Alone" by emswritingprompts on tumblr]]

Simon took a deep breath. You can do this. He ran his hands over his face. Which hurt his wrist more than it ought to with the stinging and stabbing pain there, it wasn't broken but it wasn't functional either, he decided. Though, he'd never felt pain like this in his life. On top of it, there was nothing Simon disliked more than hospitals and doctors offices. They just reminded him of things he didn't like. Like Clary breaking her arm when they were ten or when he thought he had Bird Flu.

"I signed you in," said Isabelle as she sat down beside him. "It looks like we'll be waiting for a bit." She had never been an overly patient person, so Simon was surprised.

"Yeah, I'm probably pretty far down the list. My organs are still intact." He grinned at her, but she didn't seem to find that funny. "When we were little, Clary and I waited like three hours."

"You waited that long in the emergency room? Willingly?" She asked.

Simon laughed, "I thought I told you this story. It was really stupid, when we were kids Clary fell out of a tree and broke her arm. They called an ambulance and I threw an absolute fit until they let me go with her." He said with a chuckle. "Luke's always said I've always been like that, fighting like hell to be where I wanted to be and I don't know if that's true. But right then I wanted to be with my best friend and I wasn't going to take no as an answer. I stuck it out for about two and a half hours. I was ten, not sure how my attention span survived that. Must have been the adrenaline."

"You're one of the most stubborn people I know, Simon." Isabelle couldn't help but laugh at that. "I'm not surprised at all. Once you make up your mind, that's it."

The wait was long, and he tried not to get too agitated, but when an hour passed he was restless. "How about we just head home?"

"No," said Isabelle firmly. "We're dealing with this now. What if you need a tetanus shot for you hand?"

Simon looked at the bandage on the side of his hand, it was starting to bleed through just a little bit. A single red dot spreading across the material at a slow enough speed that Simon wasn't incredibly worried. He swallowed thinking about the idea of a vaccination. "Yeah." He agreed weakly, he closed his eyes, choking back the nausea from the idea of any kind of shot.

"Are you feeling light headed? I can talk to the nurse again--"

He shook his head. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine. Really."

Finally, after two hours a nurse popped his head out. "Simon Lewis?"

They both stood and followed the nurse back. "What brings you in today?"

"He fell off the roof of the garage while getting my little brother's Frisbee. I think he has a fracture in his right wrist." She said a little too directly.

"Are you a nurse?" He asked awkwardly.

"No, but I know him. He's stubborn and doesn't want to be here, so it's likely a few degrees worse than he's letting on."

Simon had tried to deny that he needed an emergency room visit. He had been meeting Isabelle's family for the first time at their barbecue, which was a bit awkward considering he was vegetarian. He had managed to get past that though, and Isabelle's younger brother Max was fairly interested in the new person and invited Simon to toss the Frisbee around. Things had taken a turn when the Frisbee ended up on the roof of the detached garage in the yard.

Currently, Isabelle was trying very hard not to think about how he'd fallen straight off the edgelike a sack of sand. Or about the sound he made when he collided with the driveway.

She remembered her older brother Jace had laughed at first, he'd taken a spill off the roof himself when he was in high school and it hadn't been that bad. Though he quickly realised something was wrong, and he and the oldest, Alec rushed to pull him off the pavement. When Isabelle had somewhat processed the situation she'd dragged him to the car despite his protests.

The nurse nodded. "Well, I'll have a look at your hand and then send you for x-rays."

After a thorough cleaning and a handful of stitches Simon was brought back to the x-ray machine, Isabelle waited in the treatment area.

When he returned the nurse was looking over the chart, went over the next steps. He'd need a plaster cast for the fracture that was pointed out to them on the x-ray. The next words from the nurse stole all the color from Simon's face: "When we were in for x-rays you said you hadn't been vaccinated for tetanus since you were thirteen, so I'd like to give you a tetanus booster just to be safe."

Simon shut that down. "You know? I'm actually fine with lockjaw, thank you though." Simon said, his voice almost breaking when he saw the sterile pouch that he knew contained the vaccine. He didn't even need to see the needle for the dread to set in. The revolting slosh of his stomach, the sudden feeling of everything in his body rushing out his skull.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Isabelle demanded. "Lockjaw can literally kill you."

"In rare cases." Simon argued with a way too casual shrug.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and inhaled. "You're not one of those anti vaxxers, are you? Because I will break up with you right now in the emergency room."

"I'm not an anti vaxxer! Vaccines are very important. I even get the flu shot! Well ... I only get the nasal one..." He trailed off. "I don't get the literal shot, no thank you."

Isabelle tried, and failed to hide her amusement when she processed that. But she really did try. "My little bulldozer is afraid of needles?" her voice was soft, but Simon still felt the embarrassment she was aiming for.

"I'm not afraid of needles." Simon said a bit defensively. "I just," he started, trying to find the words. "They just make me freak out a little. It's fine though. I just, want to pass out or throw up. Or both."

He felt a warmth at his side, and she was more sympathetic than before. "Hey," Isabelle took his hand. "You don't have to do this alone. What if I help you?"

Simon looked at the nurse, and he was embarrassed enough for the day so he agreed.

"Yeah, sure, of course." He stayed focused on Isabelle and she talked him through it. A chill raked down his spine and spread through his nerves at the stick, but then he was fine. Still focused on whatever Isabelle was saying.

"There we go. I'll just have the doctor sign your release and get your aftercare instructions. I'll just be a moment." Said the nurse before leaving them alone.

Isabelle leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek. "See? You didn't even throw up."

"I thought it would be rude to throw up on your shirt." The color was already starting to return to his face.

"And they say chivalry is dead." Isabelle rolled her eyes, but squeezed his good shoulder. "Lets get out of here, okay?"

As they walked out, Isabelle yanked the care instructions from his hand. He wasn't even looking at them yet. She paged through it quickly. "They gave you an antibiotic, oh man. Jace was on this one last year and it was rough."

"Of course it is," he sighed and pulled himself into the passenger's seat. Simon turned to look at her. "Hey," he said. "Aside from falling off the roof and not eating the meat at a barbecue , do you think I made a decent impression?"

"I mean, even dad asked if you were okay, so I think you did alright." She pulled out her phone and sent an update to her mother. "We can stop and get you prescription on the way back to my house."

"We don't have to do that right now, lets just go back to the barbecue." He suggested. "Honestly, I'll be fine."

Isabelle sighed. "You're lucky I love you."

"Extremely." He agreed and leaned across the center console to kiss her cheek.