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Confessions or concussion? )( Jason Grace x M!Reader

It's been a boring day at the hospital in Camp Jupiter. By boring I mean Its the night shift and it's currently one 1 am.

"Y/n!" I hear my name called. Turning around to find Layla. "Jason's back, he needs some attention."

"What is he ok?" I ask, heart spiking for a moment. Jason has been my best friend since I arrived, eight years ago.

I run up to her and fall in sink with her stride.

"Probably, it's just a stab wound." She says but looking up from the formula math she's doing. Trying to figure out the dosage for some patient.

(I'm not a doctor guys idk what I'm doing)

"JUST A STAB WOUND!?" I yell. Quickly slapping my hand over my mouth. Like I said— it's 1 am.

Her auburn eyes meet mine, raising a brow questioning my outburst.

"It's not a bad one just go help him." She waved me off.

I sped walked to the emergency area. I bust through heavy doors, looking around the room till my gaze lands on Jason.

Jason who look disheveled as ever, hand grasping his bloodied side.

"Oh my gods Jason!" I gasp jogging over to give him extra supports. His gaze seemed woozy, he's definitely delirious. Still in shock probably.

"Oh hey y/n..." he mumbles. I start to lead him away to get to my suite of the infirmary, which was fortunately close by. I turn backwards and grab Jason's forearms so that his hands rest on mine. Giving him something to balance on as I pushed my door open with my hip, walking backwards slowly.

"You look nice today." Jason says randomly, smiling at me drunkenly.

"Ok...Thanks?" I question, that was weird. What's even weirder was the heat crawling up my neck. Dudes bleeding and I'm blushing.

Oh gods he's bleeding.

I set him down on one of the bed slowly. I need to grab ambrosia, nectar, bandages and scissors. I pull away looking at him for second.

"Ok Jason, I need to grab some stuff. Stay here." I say sternly, as if he can move on his own. I quickly turn around jogging towards the cupboards. I rifle through everything quickly, grabbing what I need.

I jog back to the son of Jupiter, arms full of supply.

"Ok eat this." I break a piece of ambrosia off, putting it towards his mouth. He gratefully takes the ambrosia.

I roll up his black shirt, assessing his wound. It won't be fatal, but it's going to hurt like a bitch. Also definitely needs to be wrapped .

I watch as the ambrosia works its magic, blood flowing much less as the wound begins to close its self. There wasn't much for me to do, doctors were really here for the 'just in case'. We are also all related to Apollo and Asclepius, so it was basically our sole purpose. I haven't been in the mortal world to often, but I'm pretty sure it's illegal to hire teenagers as doctored and nurses.

"Needs to be wrapped, applied pressure." I say, taking a wound cleaner soaked cloth, and dabbing gently around Jason's wound.

"Owie." Jason whines. I hold in laughter at his delirious state.

"It'll hurt only a little." I sooth, my free hand makes it to his closets hand. My thumb rubbing calming circles.

"Ugh." Jason groans, turning his head away.

Once he was wrapped and the wound was closing easily I back up, "See Jace, quick and easy!" I assure, smiling at the blond.

Jason smiles back fondly, his scar stretching over his oddly canine teeth. With this, I couldn't help the way my smile melted into a triumphant grin, Jason looks so calm for someone who was stabbed.

"I like it when you smile like that." Jason muses.

My face reddens and I mumble "Thank you." He was still delirious...

Jason doesn't stop there though, "Not only that, Y/n, you're so kind and sweet, you're an amazing doctor. I hope you get to treat me for the rest of my life!" Jason blabs on, a possible concussion getting to him. He gets them often, though Layla didn't say anything about it.

"Oh and Y/n," I listen again, back from my zone out as I stare at Jason. "I really like you know."

His voice is hushed his smile is thin, he stares at me dead on, electric eyes bore into mine.

I've been waiting for those words to leave his mouth for the last two years, but I couldn't believe him. I can't get my hopes up, not when he's like this.

"Jason..." I sigh, walking to his side. I sweep the hair from his face, my hand over his forehead and I can feel his injury. "Jason, you've hit your head. You're not thinking right, you need rest."

"But I mean it!" He insists, his hand lifting to his head to meet mine. "Please Y/n, I do like you, a lot."

My chest feels heavy as I stare down at him. Maybe there's a chance there's truth to his words, but there might not be.

"Get rest, and we'll talk in the in the afternoon. It's near 2 am Jason." I grit my teeth and pull away from his hand, not missing the sigh that leaves him.

Gay angst anyone?

Um anyways hi, I'm alive. Just so so so so busy, sorry for not posting for a month. I hope to be motivated soon, lots of things happening and changing rn.

Love yall lots.