Remedy (H.S.)

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Kennedy Simmons

Why are old people so fucking judgemental? I really don't get it. I literally saved that woman's life and instead of saying thank you like any normal, grateful person, she started judging every part of me.

First, she didn't like how I had braided my hair. She said it was messy. She deliberately chose to ignore the fact that I had to rush to the hospital even though my shift started three hours later in order to save her life.

Then she told me her opinion of young women wearing so much makeup. For your information, I'm only wearing concealer, black mascara and lip gloss but even if my face looked like cake it would be my fucking choice.

Then she decided that my clothes weren't appropriate. Why? They were black and they were too depressive for the patients. At this point, I should add that I was wearing white scrubs and the only part she could see was the bottom of my black leggings.

Maybe I should let her die.

... Nah.

It was midnight and I could finally leave the hospital and go home. I was exhausted. Physically and mentally. The anxiety all those operations caused me was truly unhealthy. I always had in mind that the lives of these people were literally in my hands.

I walked closer to my car without paying attention to my surroundings as I was searching for my keys in my bag. I had dropped them there earlier and, since my bag was always a mess, finding them felt fucking impossible!

Suddenly a hand covered my mouth and another immobilized my hands. I was trapped between my car and a strong male body.

Do not panic.

Do not panic.

Do not panic.

I bit his hand. He immediately moved it from my mouth and I got the chance to scream at the top of my lungs but then his voice was heard.

"Fucking hell, Alex!"

I turned around.

Same brown eyes.

Same brown her.

"Fuck you!" I yelled at him before wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He immediately hugged me back. "I missed you too."

I pulled away only to punch his chest. It wasn't that hard but it was enough to make him groan. "Asshole! Don't ever do this again!"

"Geez woman! You haven't seen me in two years and first you bite me and then you punch me?" I rolled my eyes opting not to comment on the fact that he called me 'woman'.

"It's nice to see you again, Bill."

His familiar smile returned to his face. "I know you missed me darling but I was offended by the way you ignored me this morning."

This morning?

"What do you mean?" I couldn't hide my genuine confusion. "This morning you were in that café. I expected an acknowledgement but it never came. Can't blame you though. You were with none other than Harry Styles himself."

I honestly hadn't noticed him. But then again whenever I was with Harry it was just me and him. Everyone else didn't exist in our world.

"How do you know him?" He raised his eyebrow as if he couldn't tell if I was serious or not. "The guy is famous. Everyone in jail knew him. His name was mentioned countless times as I tried to get the information I needed."

Oh. That made sense.

"You're a clever little girl, aren't you? Getting close to the big bad gangster in order to get information!" I tried to hide how his words had touched me and not in a good way. "I got close to him because he kidnapped me. He didn't know who I was. I had just seen him killing some people and I could turn him in. I initially didn't know who he was either."