Theres a hand in front of my face that isn't mind.
A very manly, large, pale hand.
Is there a fucking radiator behind me? Why is it so hot? Am I sweating?
Where the fuck am I?
I can't remember shit but there are blinding lights trying to fucking make my eyes burn.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight. I feel a shuffle behind me. The manly, large, pale hand moves to my waist and pulls me close.
I didn't know radiators could fucking move?
I felt a light feeling in my chest. Why the fuck did it feel so happy?
It all started adding up in my head.
I've skating with Alyssa, falling through the ice, darkness, a beeping sound, blindingly white surroundings.
Two options.
1- I'm fucking dead.
2- I'm in a hospital.
Wait.
Hospital is a job. Who works this job? Josh fucking Young.
My eyes snap open as I try to move. I'm fucking freezing holy shit. I can't move. My whole body breaks out into body aches.
"Juliet don't move.."
The radiator behind me talks. I try to speak but my throat is so dry I'm surprised I didn't croak instead of staying silent.
I clear my throat and try to mutter.
"What the actual fu-"
"You're able enough to speak. That's a good thing."
Whoa. When the fucking did Josh Young's voice give me butterflies?
Snap out of it Juliet, you're in a fucking hospital.
Josh sits up behind me, the cold air contrasting to his warm touch sent chills down my spine.
I tried to turn around to face him but wa met by a surge of pain instead.
He chuckles lightly and picks my up bridal style out doesn't lift me. He turns me around just enough so I could lay more comfortable and facing him.
I stare up at him and for the first time am at a loss for words.
He's wearing his classical black turtleneck and hospital trousers. He's pulling the hospital coat over his shoulders.
"You alright Ice Queen? Took a violent hit."
He picks up my files an flicks through them.
"Barely escaped frostbite, fractured wrist, a few cuts and a concussion."
He reads the last part and moves to the light switch.
I don't know what hospital sourcery he's using but the light dims and I can properly look around.
Light grey curtains covering a frost covered window, machines of all sorts attached to me, my heart rate monitor beeping, a bed side table.
I look down in front of myself. I'm in a white hospital gown.
If felt so tight for some reason. I only proves myself right as I saw it practically bear hugging my body.
He keeps flicking through files.
"You treat all your patients with cuddles and nicknames Young?"
He laughs at my remark.
"Only the dark haired annoying ones."
He lands on a file and his face drops.
"Mind explaining why the help you've have around 5 trips to the hospital? Bullet removal, knife wound, drowning, neck bruises.."
I let my eyes fall as I realised he was looking at my records.
"A few incidents.. Please don't tell Alyssa or Alita, or anyone in that matter. I don't want pity or to be treated like a fragile doll."
"I won't. Just.. Juliet this isn't normal. I can't imagine how painful most of this was."
I stayed silent as he avoided my eyes.
"Answer me a few questions Jules."
"Mhm."
"How many bullets? What places did they hit."
"Three. One in the thigh, another in the inner elbow and the last in the rib.."
"Did they scar?"
"Only the one in the rib."
"Can I check on it? As far as I'm aware it's dangerous."
"I-"
I know this wasn't anything sexual by any means but having my best friend's older brother check a wound right under my breasts was not the most ideal thing.
I think he notices my hesitation and quickly adds.
"I only want to see the wound. Nothing more. I can provide you shorts and a bra before hand if you want-"
I nod quick.
"Yeah. Thanks Josh."
He looks like he'd been struck by something alike shock. He quickly recovers.
"Of course. I'll be right back.."
