CreepyPasta x Reader

The Illest of the Ill- Dr. Smiley

You were sick. Not mentally, no, though you would have preferred it that way.
You had the worst flu in human history. You couldn't keep anything down, you felt like you were frozen and worst of all you couldn't watch Netflix while you recovered because your internet was down, all you could do was mope around, puke, and mope some more.
In about the third day of your illness, your mother decided to take you to the hospital. Not because you were dying, she said, but because she was tired of hearing you whine. Also because she was worried. But mostly the whining.
She bundled you up in blankets and you trudged into the car.
The ride there made you queasy, as your mother hit the brakes an unnecessary amount of times. By the third time someone cut her off and she screeched to a halt, you were ready to lose your nonexistent lunch. Luckily, you were at the hospital where your usual doctor worked.
Your mother signed you in as the nurse called for you to go in the back.
"Do you want me to go in with you?" Your mother asked you anxiously. You gave her an ill smile.
"Oh, no, I-I think I'll be fine." She nodded and sat down on one of the stiff waiting room couches. You followed the nurse.
As you got halfway into the hallway you felt a wave of nausea hit you.
"I uh...I'm just going to go to...to the bathroom." The nurse looked over at you behind her shoulder.
"Okay, well...we're in room 2C, it's on the right. If symptoms persist just yell for a nurse." You nodded and made a break for the bathrooms, feeling sick. Bursting in, you threw your head over a toilet. Luckily you weren't sick, but you stayed in the position for a few more minutes just in case.
Standing up, you walked back out into the hallway and accidentally ran into someone.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so...sorry..." Looking up, you saw the face of the person you ran into.
He was pale with layered black hair, making him look slightly goth. He was wearing a doctor's coat with a stethoscope around his neck. The man's name tag labelled him as a Dr. Smiley and he was carrying a clipboard. He was cute, in a weird way. You probably would have tried to flirt with him, had you not felt like death incarnate.
"Oh, don't worry about it dear." He squinted at you before leaning closer to you. "I hate to intrude, but I assume you have the newest stomach virus that's been floating around?"
He smelled like cleaner and aftershave. It made your knees weak.
"I uh-yeah I do." You gave him a weak smile and he smiled back at you before scribbling something down on his clipboard. He tore a piece of paper off and handed it to you.
"Here's a prescription for something to keep your fever down. You should be fine in about two days time and when you're feeling better, I'd love to have you in again to make sure you're all better." You stood there, slightly confused. He winked and continued on down the hallway.
You watched him leave before gathering your senses and going out to join your mother. You have her the prescription and she drove you home before going to get it.

Two days later and you were feeling better than ever. You'd made a great recovery and had begun eating normally again. It was all thanks to that cute doctor you ran into. Looking back, you wondered if you'd ever see him again.
Staring out of your window, you noticed how beautiful the day was. It was far too gorgeous to waste inside. You pulled on a jacket and bounced downstairs and told your mom you were going on a walk. Ten minutes later you were laying on a park bench soaking up the fresh air and sunshine.
You sighed and waved a hand through the air, blocking the Sun from your eyes. Totally relaxed, you smiled happily and began to doze off.
"Excuse me dear, is this seat taken?" A familiar voice roused you from your peaceful sleep. You cracked open an eye to see the doctor from before.
Giddy, you pulled your legs down and sat up so he could sit down next to you. He took a seat and stretched out.
"I see you've made quite the recovery." You smiled.
"Oh yeah, it's all thanks to you!"
He smiled, his eyes piercingly bright. "You can call me Smiley."
"Alrighty then, Smiley. I'm (Y/N)."
"I'm aware of who you are dear." You looked over and shot him a look of mock-surprise.
"That's a bit creepy." He shook his head and turned to face you.
"Not at all. I simply make it a habit to know the names of all the gorgeous girls who pass through my care." You felt a twinge of jealousy.
"And if you don't mind, how many names do you remember?" He rested an arm on the back of the bench and placed his chin on it.
"Only yours." You felt yourself blush a little, despite your best attempts not to.
It was silent for a minute, the two of you simply enjoying the beautiful day and each other's presence. After a little while, he lightly placed his hand on yours, which was in your lap.
"Now, if you don't mind me asking, could I get some way to get in contact with you again?"
You took a minute to process what he was asking for before it clicked.
"Oh, psh, yeah sure." You pulled out your phone and handed it to him. He entered the number and returned it to you.
"Thank you very much dear." He stood up and stretched before offering you his hand, which you gladly took. "Unfortunately my clinic needs me, though I have a feeling we shall meet again very soon." You nodded.
"I can't wait." He smiled.
"Until then." He lowered himself and kissed your hand before gazing up to look you in the eye. You felt your face nearly burst into flames. He was just so incredibly attractive, oh my goodness, and he was-what was he doing?
He straightened up before reaching in and kissing you on the cheek. He winked and suddenly he was gone.
You stood there for a second, trying to collect yourself before you walked home. Breaking into a huge grin, you started wandering back.

{Blondie here! Whoo, it's been a long time since I've last updated huh? Sorry for that, I've been forced to type on my phone and the keys are tiiiiny. Excuses aside, I hope you enjoy my return to WattPad!}