𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄, chris sturniolo !

003 - just the beginning.

💌. ! CHAPTER 003 •⟫ °🫀

" just the beginning. "

( irl & social media )

i walk out into the brightly lit hospital hallway and hand over the information to the charge nurse. "name is christopher sturniolo, age is 21 years old. he has very few injuries here and there. 2 scratches on the left forearm and 1 one the right, and 1 bruise on around the eye. both are healing slowly. no other injuries are noted. do we have any information on the other male as of right now?" i state and ask.

"male is 24 years old, name is steven richards, has multiple injuries. black and blue, swollen right eye, 4 scratches on the left shoulder, 2 bruises. one on the center of his chest and one around the jaw. that's all we have right now. skin seems intact otherwise." she informs me and i nod slightly making my way back to room #260. 

i walk in, seeing nick sit in the chair to the left of the bed, and matt sitting to the right. they're both on their phones sighing. neither of them are talking to chris and are currently ignoring him. i knock on the door with a clipboard in my hand, a pen, and my stethoscope around my neck. 

"hello again christopher, i have to ask you a few questions before we can get you discharged. okay? i would like for you to answer all of these questions but if you need to skip some and fill them out yourself, go right ahead." i say.

"sure whatever nurse."

"chris don't be fucking rude, she's a nurse and she probably goes through hell everyday. get a grip buddy." matt says and walks out of the room. i see him walk down the hallway and turn. 

"damn he's got attitude today." 

"no you do chris, be respectful. i'm going to step out. if he gives you trouble let me know. if he says anything, he'll be in the hospital longer then he'll want to. in other words chris, i'll beat your ass and you'll be right back here. thanks." nick waves and leaves the room. i shake my head and laugh slightly forgetting i need to keep serious.

"okay out first set of questions christopher-"

"just call me chris."

"okay... chris. i'm going to need your height, weight, and eye color, along with your natural hair color."

"why the fuck do you need my hair and eye color? can't you see?"

"i don't have time for this christo- chris. please just answer the questions."

"i'm 5'10 on a good day but i'm actually 5'8. i'll write down my weight, and my eyes are blue, and i have brown hair. give me the sheet so i can write my weight. it's mainly muscle but y'know." he gives me a lopsided smile and i give the fakest smile i ever could.

"okay, next. write down your address and phone number/email down in this slot. and then we'll move on. other patients need me."

"you tryin' get my number? it's that like illegal?" he smirks and laughs.

"be quiet please, just write it." he hands me back the clipboard. we're only halfway finished. he looks me up and down and smiles.

"here, dr. walker," he tilts his head and makes eye contact with me. "you new here?" he asks.

"no, i've been here for a couple of months. next set of questions please. so since you're 21 and young, and what brings you in is a fight with another person at a party. did you throw the first punch? and if you did, why?"