Queer Qrew: Oneshot Collection

✐ ❝ Hospitals Aren't The Best Meet Cute ❞ ✐

(A/N): Yeaaaaaaah, so like, I didn't sleep, by the way.

". . . ." ‹- time skip.

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College!AU

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Third Person's P.O.V

It was a normal evening for Felix, alone in his room, nose practically shoved into a book, and random paints and brushes scattered around.

She was spending the night cramming school work, multi-tasking an art project due the next day and studying for a Literature long test.

After their eyes had scanned over a paragraph, their focus flicks over to their canvas, paint brush precisely gliding across the page. Sweat was almost beading at his forehead from his concentration.

Then his phone starts ringing.

"Shit!" She exclaims, instead of the paint lining the work, it created a less-than-appealing streak from where he left off to the upper left corner.

"I'm gonna fucking kill mys-" He cuts himself off with a grumble before picking her phone up to answer the offending call, not even bothering to check the caller I.D.

"What do you want?" She practically barks over to the other line, picking up the thrown brush that landed under his desk.

"Heeeey, Felix!"

"Mark? Aren't you at a party?" Felix confusedly asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah, about that-"

. . . .

"I cannot believe this-" The second year complains to himself, trying not to slam his car door shut. Starting the car in a hurry and fastening her seatbelt, the speed in which he begins probably wasn't even legal, but who the hell cares at this point.

The drive to the hospital wasn't a long one, a college campus would inevitably have one near. It's a huge money grab for the medical field.

It seemed like it all went in a flash, parking, getting out of the car, then running towards the hospital building, looking like a maniac if they were unlucky enough to have red paint stains anywhere.

Quickly rushing in through the automated sliding doors of the hospital, the masked student almost slips on the white tiles, but thankfully doesn't.

Trying his best to look composed, they walk up to the nurse behind the desk.

"Asking for Mark?" She inquires stupidly, forgetting to even add the boy's last name. The lady, though, had only needed to glance at him once before a look of realization dawns on her.

"Ah, the kid with the broken leg? Yeah, we were informed his flatmate would be the one to visit." She informs, eyes returning to the bright screen in front of her. "Room 334, sir." She refers with a smile.

"Thank you." Felix mumbles before heading off to reach his destination. Walk, elevator, third floor, walk, room. It was a surprisingly easy trip. Everything seemed easy, honestly, after getting out of that whole academic hell she locked himself in.

Reading the number on the door, she carefully turns the knob, peaking his head in to get a glimpse of the room.

To his surprise, no boy with a broken leg laid there at all. Instead, there was only another boy laying on a bed further from the door, bandages wrapping around his head, and a purple haired companion with glasses sat right beside his bed.