~|| Nick Nelson loves Charlie Spring ||~

~Hospital~

Charlie's POV:

*Beeep, Beeeeeep, Beeep, Beep, Beep*

I roll over to hug Nick, weird, he's... Not there? I slowly blink open my eyes. I'm greeted by blindingly fluorescent lighting, and the beeping of an IV scanner.

What the actual fuck.

"Oh! Charlie, you're awake!"

I look around, startled by the sudden noise. The nurse, or doctor. I'm not sure. She's a shorter woman, with thick brown tight curls and a kind smile. She kind if reminds me of Nick... heh.

"Wha... What happened?..."

I'm now just utterly confused.

"Well, you were walking down the sidewalk. To get to work, I suppose. And you fainted! Thank God it wasn't too bad of a fall, you did sprain your pinkie though... But other then that, just a few scratches! You'll be good to go when your partner gets here!"

Okay. Weird.

Nicks POV:

Loud screaming. Interview man whom I forget his name cursing. Videos and pictures being taken.

And this all happened cause of an idiotic split-second decision that I made, that's going to get me in a lot of fucking trouble.

"S-sorry..."

I mumble.

"GET OUT, JUST FUCKING GET OUT." Interview man spits at me. He's now holding an ice pack over his eye, and looks as he's about to explode with anger.

I nod slowly and try to process what just happened, I can barely remember why I punched him in the first place

All I want to do right now is be with Charlie.

Charlie.

Oh fuck.

Charlie's in the hospital.

Charlie's POV:

I try to move my hand around, but it's really hurting. Well I was kinda expecting that to be honest, but still. Pain.

I pull out my phone and struggle to open it. There's a text from work, some emails, Tumblr notifications, and a text from Nick.

Nick 🐶, 11:08: Omy! Just punched a guy lol

What.

Nick 🐶, 11:08: Omy! Just punched a guy lol
Me, 11:14: WHAT.
Nick 🐶, 11:15: I'll tell you abt it later, just glad you're okay xx

I sigh and shake my head. That idiot...
That giant rugby adorable idiot.

I decide to check my text from work instead

Rhonda (work), 10:23: Charlie where are you? We have a meeting.
Me, 11:19: SHIT! sorry!!!! I passed out, long story. Explain tmrw xxx

Next are the Tumblr notifications.

*lengthy rant about Brooklyn nine-nine*

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I chuckle to myself and continue to wait for Nicks arrival.

Nicks POV:

While Charlie is probably in immense pain at the hospital, I'm stuck in traffic, honking about every one millisecond.

"Drive!" I yell. I don't usually yell at other drivers, unless they're doing something dangerous, since I hate to be yelled at myself. But right now Charlie needed me, and these idiots are holding me up while filming a fucking tiktok or something while it's a green light.

After what feels like an eternity, I merge into the motorway, and hit the gas. I turn up my GPS And ask for the EA.

"Hey Google, what's my expected arrival time?" I ask in a heavy voice.

"Your current expected arrival time is 11:35." She says back just as emotionless as I asked the question.

10 minutes later, after calming myself down with music. I arrive in the hospital car-park.

There's a giant sign that says,

'ST. LACEY BELLE COMMUNITY HOSPITAL'

I rush into the A&E room, and check in immediately.

"Hi, it's er... Nick Nelson, I'm here for Charlie Spring... he er fainted early this morning,"

I gulp, hoping that no-one would recognize my name. To my relief, no-one even lifted their heads.

"Ah, yes. Just give us 5 minutes Mr. Nelson, you can go take a seat."

"Thank you," I replied.

I go and take a seat, as I was told. The chairs aren't too comfy, just plain old waiting room chairs. But they're somehow comforting, reminds me of when I was a kid and my mum was working late shifts at the A&E. Tch, the memories...

"Mr Nelson? Charlie's ready to go home if you are." Calls the receptionist.

"Oh, great!" I practically jump out of my seat, following the receptionist.

He leads me into a plain hospital room, with the main features being a poster about how lungs work or something, a life-size skeleton, and my boyfriend sitting in a chair with a small cast around his finger.

"Hi!" I exclaim, running to pick him up.

This is our routine.

I give him a spin, and he lets out an adorable surprised noise.

"What happened! Are you okay?" I ask with my hands on his shoulders

"Nick! I'm fine, just..." he loosens my grip on his shoulders.

"Just tired..." he laughs.

"Well, let's get home then... talk about what happened in the car?" I ask kissing him on the cheek.

"Yeah..."

His answer seems genuine, but I can see the dread in his eyes...

Again, Thank you sm for reading, it means a lot to a small creator <33

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-Love, Jazz