Phil's POV
Phil drummed his fingers against his desk. It was a slow night at the hospital as always. Is it bad that he wanted someone to be sick? It was better than sitting there and doing nothing.
"Phil! You're needed in room 209." His coworker, Jane, said snapping him from his boredom. He nodded in response and followed her through the maze of hallways.
He had been working there for years but he still occasionally got lost. It wasn't his fault! The place might as well have been a labyrinth.
They enter the room together and looked at the new patient. He had dark brown hair and had bruises scattered on his body. Even so, He was pretty attractive.
Okay that's definitely weird. He is a patient Phil get your mid out of the gutter.
"His name is Daniel Howell. He was hit by a drunk driver. Three broken ribs and a punctured lung. Fresh out of the surgery room."
"His state?" Phil asked as he scribbled on his clipboard.
"He's stable. We're going to keep him here for a few days to make sure he's good to go."
"Any medications?"
"Oxycotin."
"Okay well that's all the info I need. Isn't the shift almost over?" Phil tucked his clipboard under his arm.
"Only ten minutes left. How did you not know that?"
"Guess I just zoned out a little." He said sheepishly. "See you tomorrow?"
"Nope. I'm on vacation remember?" She said as she shook her head. "I'll be back next week. Please don't get lost."
"No promises!"
Phil clocked out and walked home. He didn't live too far from the hospital so taking the underground would be pointless.
He wanted to check his tumblr when he got home but he was beyond tired. As soon as he got home he crashed in bed. He thought about the new patient. Maybe he will have something to look forward to tomorrow.
A/N- Okay I'm going to post the rest of this tomorrow. I need some sleep. Anyhoo, Tell me whatcha think. Criticism welcome as long as it can help me improve.
Goodnight~
