Sick (Peterick AU)

What A Catch

Hey so this story is going to be rly bad so I'm apologizing in advance.
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"Please be good today, Patrick," my nurse says in an annoyed tone. "You can't keep acting like you did yesterday."

"You people know I don't like needles," I sneered, just as annoyed as he is. It's not like they didn't have an alternative.

"We can't get the medicine to you any other way," he says while fluffing the pillow I had just sat up from. "Pills aren't really an option, and putting it through your IV would be too risky. We all know you tend to take it out."

I wonder who pissed in his cornflakes? Probably me, if I were being honest. I huff. I freaking hate needles.

Ryan finishes with my pillows, and allows me to sit back again. Before I can do that, though, my terrible lungs decide to attack me again. It takes a few minutes to cough and catch my breath. And of course, Ryan offers no help. He can be an ass sometimes.

He smiles when I can breathe again. "You done? I have other things to take care of." Dick.

"Yeah," I give him a venom filled look as he walks out. Why did he of all people have to be my nurse? I'd prefer maybe Lindsey or Jack even. At least he's funny. Ryan's humor seems to consist of watching me suffer. Maybe that's why he wanted to become a nurse.

I kind of wanted to get out of bed and go for a walk around the hospital or something, but that would require calling Ryan back in here to help. That will not happen, so I turn the TV on and let the droning voices fill the background as I read.

Even though it's like, 11:45 AM, and almost time for lunch, I allow myself to drift off to sleep.

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Something wakes me. Someone, I should say. It's Ryan. He's saying something. I assume he's telling me it's time for lunch. I groan. I don't really want the gross food the hospital serves, it reminds me of middle school lunches.

He lightly tosses a squishy pillow at me. I'm already beneath a mountain of pillows just like this one, so it really doesn't faze me. I throw it back. He catches it, and smirks.

I feel the corners of my mouth twitch. Dang it! He freaking won and now he knows it. His smirks widens knowingly to a triumphant smile.

"Time to get up, grouchy," he says. "Lunch is in five minutes, and I know you prefer real food, so come on." I allow the smile to fully reach my face, for I am defeated. I stick my tongue out at him.

At least he doesn't force me to eat the processed food that the cafeteria provides. I know some nurses or doctors force their patients to eat that mush because it's "healthier." I feel sorry for those poor, unfortunate souls.

As we pass a window, I see that its snowing. Pretty hard too, I might add.

"I thought spring was supposed to come early?" I say to no one in particular.

Ryan sighs. "I thought so too, but we'll have to wait and see."

As much of an ass as Ryan can be, he's really awesome. He knows my favorite foods, my favorite bands, and often, he knows exactly what to do to make me smile. He's basically my parent.