Dr. Laufeyson

The Ostroff Centre

Arriving home, you quickly headed towards the bath, wanting to be properly exfoliated and shaved for your night with the handsome doctor, that's if he arrived you thought, a new anxiety settling inside you as you bathed. You hoped he did. Really hoped he did. As much as you found Dr Laufeyson extremely good looking and someone you'd happily spend a night to two with, you generally enjoyed his quaint company. He always looked at you as if he was trying to work you out, like he cared, deeply. It was new. Your mind wandered onto your earlier encounter with him. You thought about what would have happened if you weren't interrupted. How naughty.

Coming out of the bath, you made your way towards your bedroom before seeing your phone ringing. Picking it up, you sighed at Steve's name plastered across it. As well as being an absolute pain in the ass, Steve was also one of your exes from many moons ago. The only positive he brought to the relationship was properly introducing you to Bucky who you probably would have met anyways. Bucky. This was probably his cheap attempt at an apology, using fucking Steve of all people. You didn't even know they were still that close. Rolling your eyes, you answered the call.

"What?" You spoke.

"Y/n, it's Buck."

Your heart dropped at the seriousness of his tone.

"W-what happened?" You asked, steadying yourself by sitting on your bed, still in your towel.

"He's in a bad way." He replied.

"Why the short fucking answers, what's going on?" You fumed at his bluntness.

"He took some pills, too many pills and drank a lot. When I found him he-he was." Steve paused, taking a steadying breath.

"What Steve." You sniffled, wiping your nose.

"H-he's fine now he's in the Ostroff Centre. I thought you should know."

You muted the call, quickly letting a sob fall from your lips as you took in the information. A deep seated feeling of guilt covered you. Hearing Steve still on the other end, you unmuted the call.

"Well I need—I need to come see him."

"Y/n you can't." Steve insisted.

"What do you mean I can't!" You demanded.

"He's not accepting visitors right now or they're not allowing them. One of the two, they weren't too clear." He explained.

"Well which is it Steve?" You huffed.

"Listen y/n it's late you wouldn't be able to go in anyways only doctors can go in at this time just try to relax."

Relax? How could you relax knowing this. Quickly hanging up the phone, you tried to calm your breathing as you searched through your contacts for Dr Laufeysons number. Emergencies only right.

"Hello" you heard him greet. It felt like a comforting embrace to hear his voice.

"Dr Laufeyson." You spoke, phone to your ear as you took a deep breath trying not to cry.

"Y/n." He answered.

"I need your help." You spoke, fighting to keep your voice even.

"What's happened? Where are you? I'll come pick you up." He replied.

"I need you to meet me at the Ostroff Centre." You sniffled, wiping your face.

"Upper East side, why?" He questioned.

"Please Loki, just meet me there." You implored, not able to explain the entire situation right now and wanting to quickly get to Bucky.

"I'll be there."