The Book of One Shots

addiction [fanna]

Heyyyy so I'm officially back and this is the first chapter of something that I've updated since, like, June, so it feels good and I've had this idea for a few weeks now. Also, I've decided to go back and completely edit my other books because I'm re-reading all my books now and realizing how awful they are and ugh. So that's happening. I also don't know if I'll actually be starting a new book any time soon, but I will try to regularly update this book (about every 3-7 days bc homework guys >.<) so that's about it, thank you guys for sticking by me and thank you to @AnnaArensDelle who requested the ship Fanna (Eugene[Flynn]xAnna) enjoy!

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Eugene Fitzherbert groaned as the nurses injected him with some kind of numbing medicine. This had been the fourth time that he'd asked for it and so far they hadn't declined his requests. He wondered how much longer he would be able to numb the pain before the doctors finally said no.

It had been a freak motocycle accident and the doctors had told Eugene that he was lucky to be alive. He didn't feel lucky. Half his face had been swollen up, and the swelling had just started to go down today. He'd been told that he'd fractured two ribs, and broken three. He had a broken foot and a strained wrist. Worst of all, the doctors told him that he may not leave the hospital for a couple of weeks.

After two weeks, the numbing medicine had been reduced to a mere trickle, and now Eugene was feeling it. The pain. The hot sear in his ribs when he tried to move even the slightest bit. The way his face hurt when he tried to make a facial expression. The way his stomach plummeted when the nurses refused to give him more of the medicine. "Addiction" was the word they would use to describe his intense need for the medicine. 

So, everyday, as a way to keep from being in pain, Eugene Fitzherbert took the clean white cloth that was his sorry excuse for a blanklet and drew it over his head. It formed sort of a cocoon for him, and that was where he stayed until the nurses came back in to give him food, or check his vital signs. 

Then one day, she came in. Ginger hair braided nicely to the side and a nice nurse's uniform on. But, she wasn't like the rest of them. She didn't look at him like he was a wounded animal, or even like he was an irritating piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe. No, she looked at him like he was an actual human being. Because he was.

Eugene soon found out her name. Anna. A sweet name for a sweet person. Everyday, she came in and they played board games, or games where they did funny things with the TV. Other times, she would bring in games where Eugene would actually have to get up out of his bed to participate. "Addiction" was the word he would use to describe  Anna. He just couldn't get enough of her. Her blue eyes, her ginger hair, her radiant smile.

Then one day, many weeks after he had been admitted into the hospital, Eugene was told that his ribs were fully healed, and the strain in his wrist was gone. He no longer needed to stay at the hospital. He should have been happy, but he was waiting for her. The girl with the blue eyes and ginger hair. The girl he couldn't get enough of.

She was like an addiction; his addiction.