Alex Gaskarth Imagines

Doctor Alex (Part 2)

Awwwww Jesus that alex doctor imagine is perfect would you maybe plan a part 2 ? I'd be more than happy about it

AN IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS IMAGINE FOR SO LONG IT WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITE ALEX ONES IVE EVER WRITTEN ok but to be fair this second part is real shitty but hey it's the best I can do right now I've literally run out of every single idea I've ever had i n my head kill me now pls. Also I'm v sorry it's short, the first one was so long and interesting and this one's so UGH idk man I might rewrite it later once I'm done being such a pussy. Enjoy lovelies i love you all xx

Your POV

    Once Jack left to get some sleep before he had to come back, I felt more alone than usual. Having an anonymous donor pay for your medical insurance is a weird feeling, and more importantly, who the hell was it? I couldn't help but think it was Doctor Gaskarth, but I couldn't be sure. I sat in my hospital bed waiting for my two favorite people to return. Law and Order was much more interesting than I gave it credit for.

    My doctor's shift was soon and I spent the entire day watching Law and Order. By the time he came back in, I was immersed in another episode. I felt someone staring at me, and when I looked up, he was standing in the doorway, smirking at me. His hair was tousled, but purposefully, and he didn't look like scrubs were his everyday wear. He'd look comfortable in skinny jeans, he seems like that kind of guy. How someone so young can become a doctor, I don't know but this is upsetting.

    "Yes?" I mentioned him after a while of staring. "Can I help you?"

    "You know," he spoke as he stepped forward. "You could probably be discharged today. Your broken arm is all patched up, and your ribs are put back into place. I could probably get you discharged today."

    "Oh," I muttered, looking down. I kind of didn't want to go, it was fun talking to Jack so much, and I'll admit that my doctor was nice to look at. I was enjoying myself, it's lonely at my place. "That's great," I said through my teeth.

    "There's just a couple things you need to sign." He started to walk away, and my eyes wandered to his ass for the last time. I'll never see this godly ass ever again, it makes me upset. He stopped and turned back towards me, and my eyes snapped back to his face. "I kind of cut off your clothes when you were brought here, so you don't have any, we could try and find you at least something to wear out of here though."

    "That'd be great," I nodded. Wait, he tore off my clothes? He's seen me naked? I haven't slept with anyone in over a year, so my body isn't quite.. Appealing, I guess would be the right word. Fuck. He walked off, and I glanced around my room. I'm gonna miss this place, they brought me food, and I never really worried about work or anything. I'll have to go back, though I don't know what I could do as a waitress with a broken arm.

    He walked in with a clipboard and handed it to me, still looking at me with that same look in his eyes. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown and if I stared too long, I could get lost in them. I looked through it, confused about what all of it was. I looked back up at him and he gave me a toothy grin.

    "So you'll have to come in for a checkup, since you got a concussion, and about your broken arm, and ribs. Just to make you a regular patient and all, you know, since we already have your information and everything."

    "Oh, I've been meaning to ask you about that-" I started, but he cut me off.

    "Don't worry about it, just get those signed, and I'll see what Nurse Jack can get for you clothing wise."

    "Alright.." I stammered. This was the weirdest position I've ever been in. Why wouldn't he let me ask? Why did he not want to hear what I had to say? Did he pay for my insurance? Before I could think anymore, Jack came in with his hair messy and eyes droopy. "What happened to you?"

    "I was at a bachelor party this evening, and now I have to come here?"

    "Why the fuck did you go to a party before you had work, aren't you drunk?"

    He shook his head. "Wasn't allowed to drink." He stepped forward and I could almost smell his sins on him. "Gaskarth wanted me to give these to you."

    "Oh," I took them, and they looked like guy's clothes. Did they not have anything else? I mean I wasn't complaining or anything. Out of curiosity, I brought them to my nose, inhaling their aroma. They did smell nice, like a combination of men's after shave and a hint of vanilla. I brought them with me to the bathroom, and changed into them. They draped off me like a curtain, but it was comfortable. The hoodie felt warm and soft against my skin and the sweats that were given to me were comfortable. I came out, and my doctor was standing there looking at me, a twinkle in his eye for a reason I don't know.

    He mumbled something to himself while rubbing his stubbled chin with his calloused hand. I watched him as he did, a little smile on my mouth. "All set?" he asked me, comfortably close.

    "I haven't filled out the paper yet."

    He nodded and let me pass to get to the paper. I took a pen in my hand and started to fill out the papers. By the time I reached the last one, there was a small sticky note on the bottom of it. The person who wrote on it had terrible handwriting, but I could read it well enough.

    Up for a lunch date tomorrow? Check yes or do a backflip.

    I laughed to myself and checked the yes box before standing up and giving it to Alex, who I assumed wrote it. He smiled as he looked at it, giving me a nod. I walked out in my large new hoodie that I was most likely going to keep for a long time. As I was moving along, I looked behind me to see that Alex had seen me off, making sure I was okay. "Don't you have other patients to tend to?" I called out to him.

    "I don't work today," he laughed and shook his head, following me out to my car. I stopped in my tracks. What? He must've read the look on my face, and laughed again. "I don't work today, just wanted to be here when you got released."

    Is this even legal for this guy to be this smooth and attractive all at the same time? "Why would you want to do that?" I didn't move from my spot, but he came closer to me.

    "So I could be here for you when you got released."

    "Oh?"

    "Yeah, so see you tomorrow?"

    "Sure?"

    "Here, you'll need my number in case an emergency pops up, or you know, you'll need me or something." He grabbed my phone that I was holding in my hand and put his number in it. I stared at him as he was doing it, his eyebrows knitted in concentration. "All good." He gave it back to me flashing me another smile. I nodded and got into my car, my face most likely confused and bunched up. I watched as he walked away, but he suddenly remembered something else and came back towards me. "I forgot to tell you," he told me after I rolled my window down to allow him to talk. "You look fucking great in my clothes."

    Oh fuck, this is his? No wonder it smells so good. This is the death of me. Is this overstepping patient and doctor boundaries? Am I allowed to go on a date with this guy? Does that mean he deliberately changed in his scrubs to give me these clothes? I have so many unanswered questions, but I'm guessing they'll stay that way until our lunch date.

    He gave me a wink before walking back into the hospital with his Nurse sidekick high fiving him on the way in. I watched as he walked and wondered how in the fuck did that just happen to me? I'm relatively sure he paid for my bill, he gave me his clothes, and now we're going on a date. I'm stunned, but oddly excited for what's in store for us.