Conversations with a drunk man and a paramedic

Chapter 2

My friends are worried I'm going to die. Wow I'm drunk right now.

DING DONG
Wow that was fast. I answered the door to find a really, really hot guy. Not "I'm drunk hot" the kind of hot I would fuck sober.
"Ok let's see these wounds"
"Are they impressive?"
"We're going to need to take you to the hospital, do you want a parent to come with?"
"Dads at work and mums a whore"
"Ok, get in the ambulance"
"Let's roll"

After a long and blurry ride in the ambulance, I was taken into the ER. A man came in and told me I had to get a stitch in my head and that the doctor would be in soon. He said they were short staffed on paramedics so the guy that took me here would also be my doctor. Ooooh the hot guy.

The next morning I was woken up by a cute smiling face. "Hi my name is dr Howell. I'm going to put a stitch in your head ok charlie?" "Yea ok" I said dreamily. "Alright. I'll give you a few minutes to wake up and then I'll stitch it right up"

Dr Howell stitched my head up and it didn't hurt surprisingly. I think it was mostly because I was just thinking about how absolutely gorgeous he was.

"I'm going to check to see if your pupils dilate ok? I just want to make sure you don't have a concussion"
He sat in front of me and shined a small silver flashlight in my eyes. He set a hand in my thigh and smirked at me. Did he seriously just do that??? Holy fuck. HoLY fUCk. HOLY FUCK.

"Hey uh mr Howell we need you in room 358. Some guy said from the doorway"
"Alright" dr Howell said. He got up and walked to the doorway, turned around and winked at me. Then he was gone.