Solangelo Oneshots

13

By ghostystarr

It wasn't a secret that Nico hated hospitals. He wasn't afraid of much, but smiley doctors that try to distract him from a large needle with suspicious liquids inside by yammering about how the weather sure is nice freaked the hell out of him. Truth be told, Nico di Angelo would rather lie in bed miserable than go in for a check-up.

His sister, Hazel, however, wouldn't hear of it. As soon as she'd heard Nico's groggy voice on the phone she drove over with cartons of orange juice, horrible tasting medicine, and tissues. After a few days, and Nico was still just as bad, she put her foot down. "You're going to the doctor's," she said, pulling out her phone, "and that's that!"

Nico had pleaded. Nico had begged. He even tried to bargain. But Hazel was just as stubborn as he was, and didn't give in. She made the appointment – Friday at noon at Elysium Hospital – and even drove him there to be sure he wouldn't skip out on it. "You'll be fine," she assured him. "People go the hospital to get better."

"Or die," Nico muttered under his breath.

"You sound like Dad."

"Shut up."

Hazel signed Nico in and sat with him in the waiting room, reading a magazine. Nico sat stubbornly in the chair with his arms crossed, glaring at the wall. At twenty-four years old, Nico wasn't above pouting. In fact, he'd pout and be proud.

"Di Angelo?" a fake, cheery female voice called, and Nico looked up to see a nurse standing at the door. "This way."

"Go ahead," Hazel urged. "You'll be fine."

Nico gave her a look of deepest loathing before standing up. He made sure to cough extra loudly as he passed the nurse.

She did the basics. She took his height and weight and blood pressure and all that jazz. She tried to make small talk, but Nico was too busy eyeing the chart in her hands to respond. What was she writing?

"The doctor will be with you shortly," she said happily. Nico gave a terse nod.

Let him come, he thought bitterly. But if he even TRIES to jab me with anything then...

His thoughts drifted into static as the door opened again. A young man, tan and tall, walked in with an easy smile on his face. It wasn't the plastic sort of smile the nurse had worn. It was a genuine, soft smile that almost made Nico relax. Almost. The white coat he wore made Nico sneer distrustfully. Still, as the doctor shut the door behind him, Nico let himself appreciate the rest of him. The doctor's hair was a bright blonde and his eyes were a deep blue. His entire appearance was just too bright, too perfect, that Nico felt himself already blushing by the time the man's smile grew and he extended a hand. "Hello. My name is Dr. Solace."

Nico didn't take his hand, but he murmured a quick greeting before erupting into coughs.

"Right, that doesn't sound good. How long have you had that?"

Nico shrugged. "A few days?"

Dr. Solace raised an eyebrow. His smile became a little strained. "A few days... like Monday or last week?"

"Tuesday...?"

"You don't sound so sure."

"Does it even matter?"