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⋅˚₊‧ ୨ John Wick: Nurse ୧ ‧₊˚

♡ John Wick ♡
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Words: 2877 ᯓᡣ𐭩
ᯓᡣ𐭩 TW: Violence  ᯓᡣ𐭩
      ᯓᡣ𐭩 Disclaimer: NO LEMONS ᯓᡣ𐭩
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Extra disclaimer: Reader has Autism ᯓᡣ𐭩
(Explanation: Wanted to make things a bit more different.)

My patient had woken up and I saw him lying there on the bed. I had given him time to process while I wrote things onto my clipboard, biting my lip nervously. He tried to sit up and groaned.

"Sorry, but you're supposed to be resting," I said, my voice a mix of firmness and hesitance. My eyes darted away briefly as I struggled to maintain composure, aware of the importance of conveying the message despite my nervousness. I had put down my clipboard.

"Where am I?" John said, looking around.

"In a hospital," I said nervously. "By the way," I paused for a bit and felt the man look at me. "Good morning, I am your nurse, and you must be John. I am Y/n," I said, my voice slightly trembling with nervousness. I struggled to maintain eye contact, my hands fidgeting slightly as I spoke, trying to focus on delivering my introduction clearly despite my communication challenges.

"Y/n," John said, and I nodded.

"Yes," I said nervously.

"When can I go?" John asked.

"Well, you're supposed to heal for a bit, maybe until tomorrow," I said, my voice wavering slightly. I took a deep breath, trying to convey the importance of rest while managing my nervousness. "Please lay down. I don't want to get in trouble for letting patients leave early and potentially losing their lives because of me," I said, my voice tinged with fear and nervousness as I worried about his health.

I felt John's eyes analyzing me, and I couldn't possibly know what he was thinking.

John nodded. "Alright," he said, giving in and lying down. "You know I will be okay. You don't have to seem so scared. I've been in this situation a few times," John said.

"I was informed," I said, looking at him but not in his eyes, and smiled, looking away quickly. "Now—I will be back. I need to go check a few things, and I will check on you when I get back. Please stay calm and just lay down to rest," I said, fidgeting with my fingers. I made eye contact for just a second. I grabbed the clipboard quickly.

I left his room, worried he might think I was some weirdo for doing that. I hope he's not trying to escape and make this more difficult. I couldn't read the room or situation. I scratched my neck a bit, going to do what I needed to. I checked on some other patients of mine and made sure everything was good.

I made my way back to John after about 20 minutes. I had been on my lunch break, and once going back into the room, I saw him come out of the bathroom. I almost bumped into him.

"I'm very sorry," I said, my voice shaky with nervousness. "I didn't see you coming, and I hope I didn't make you mad."

"It's alright," John said.

"Are you sure?" I asked, trying to sound reassuring as I consciously relaxed my arms, realizing how tense I'd been for some time.

"Yes, Y/n, I'm alright. You didn't hit me or anything. Stop stressing so much, Dr. Y/n," John said, and I gave a small smile and nodded.

"I do try," I said softly under my breath. I made sure Mr. Wick, or his preferred name, John's wounds were doing alright. I checked everything to see everything seemed good and intact.

"Why do you have earplugs in?" John asked.

I smiled, looking at the floor, trying to be polite. "I have had sensitive ears ever since I was born, so everything is just so loud for me. I get overwhelmed fast by loud things," I said, fidgeting with my fingers and moving my head a bit. I took them off and put them in my pocket.