When two worlds collide at midnight in the empty halls of New Jersey Private Hospital, Jack and Parker learn that no matter what, the heart wants what it wants.
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MY HEART THUNDERS AWAY IN MY CHEST AND I'M NOT SURE if I'm having a mild panic attack, another one of episodes that require medical attention or if I'm just flustered. I don't know who he was, but he seemed important with the hoard of staff that followed behind him, all in uniforms. One woman carried a pair of hockey skates and a jersey, so I immediately assume he's a hockey player, naturally, besides, nobody wears that gear because they want to.
By the amount of people who follow after him, I want to say NHL, but I also don't want to assume. This was a private hospital, so it wasn't uncommon for athletes to be wheeled in on paramedic gurneys, getting to skip emergency all together.
Not even I got to skip emergency, and I'm stage four, Leukaemia. Not even when my lungs closed up and I couldn't breathe. But that hadn't happened in six months, and my hair had started to grow back fast than ever, and maybe their experimental medicine was actually working.
I felt . . . Okay.
Not great, but not like I felt six months ago, when I was at my worst.
Either way, the boyish hockey player was cute. He had messy brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes that actually sparkled, despite the dim lighting in the ward that made everyone look like they were straight out of a horror movie. I wanted to see him again, but the way they were pushing him past the children's ward and the fact that I'm pretty sure he was a professional hockey player told me he definitely wasn't my age.
Sure, I turned eighteen in two weeks, still made me a child, and I still resided in the children's ward. There's no way a cute twenty-something year old athletes was going to want anything to with me me while he briefly stayed in hospital, getting over whatever injury he'd gotten during his game or practice or whatever.
My mind wandered so much that I'd completely forgotten all about Jake Peralta and Captain Holt and instead had been sitting staring at my open door for the past fifteen minutes.
I shook the thought of the cute boy away, there was no point in even thinking about him, since he'd definitely be gone long before I was, and he more than likely won't be spending much time in the same area of the hospital as I do.
Most people who are admitted tend to stick to their bedroom or the cafeteria, anyway.
Mary walks in my room right as I'm closing my laptop with a huff, still glancing in the direction they'd taken him.
"Evening, sweetheart," she grins, going about her business as she always does at this time of night. Mary was my favourite of the night staff, always looking out for me, and definitely always down for boy talk, despite being old enough to be a mother. She immediately notices my distraction and smirks. "You saw him, huh?"
I blush, stiffening in my bed. "Saw who?"
"Oh, come on," she teases. "I may be old honey, but I'm not blind."
