After a failed suicide attempt and memory loss, Andrew's in the psychiatry ward and is being looked after by a cute nurse always on the move! Maybe almost dying isn't so bad if he gets to see such an angel... well, more like a fallen angel, he's com...
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(Y/N) adjusted the name tag on her shirt as she walked to the hospital's entrance, her other hand holding some books and a DS.
Rachael's appointment should be starting soon. I need to hurry so I don't be late. She thought as she sped up.
A security guard was outside guarding the hospital doors but once noticing (Y/N), he stopped her.
"You need to go to the psychiatric branch immediately." They spoke.
"...Huh?" She muttered audibly. "Oh... No, sir. I work in the pediatric branch with Doctor Ryan, he's my superior. You're mistaking me for someone else."
"No, miss. Andrew Graves from room 402 wants to see you now." The security guard reaffirmed.
"...H-he does? That's just... great!" she smiled nervously, a terrified expression on her face.
HE KNOWS I KNOW ABOUT HIM! She screamed in her head.
"Get going before he breaks any more staff equipment." The security guard pressed on.
"Okay, okay!" (Y/N) sighed, rushing into the hospital and to the elevators.
She pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come down, walking into it and pressing the fourth floor button. She waited impatiently for the doors to open and rushed out when they finally did, heading towards the staff room. She unlocked the staff door and filled her bag with medical supplies: a mediscope, a stethoscope, a bottle of water and a bag of pretzels.
She clocked in and sped-walked to Andrew's door, room 402, and hesitated before knocking on the door.
"Go away!" Andrew shouted.
"Hey there! It's me! (Y/N)? From last night?" she called out, her nervousness evident in her voice.
"You can come in." Andrew spoke almost too quickly.
Damn it... She thought to herself, before taking a deep breath and entering the room.
He never corrected me last night when I gave him pet names, so they worked with calming him down. She noted.
"Hi, star! I heard you've been causing some trouble." (Y/N) smiled, her smile twitching slightly, her voiced sounding a little muffled to him.
Andrew opened his mouth to speak, but then paused. Why did he need to see her so badly?
"M... My head." He muttered. "It hurts. I need you to look at it."
(Y/N) couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her throat as she walked over to him. Her nerves were still on fire, but not as much as they were earlier seeing how quiet and flustered he'd gotten.
