Fight Me

Is this technically a one shot?

I mumbled things to myself as the nurse helped me into a hospital gown. He tied the strings in the back and helped me into the bed.

Let's get one thing straight, I hate hospitals. They smell weird, they have weird people, and the mattress are thinner than paper. The food sucks. The worst part is that hospitals just give off the feeling of anxiety and sadness on a silver platter; as if it's some appetizer for the feeling of complete devastation they give you later when you're diagnosed with something awful, or when you get the bill. I don't want to be here. I don't need to be here. I want to be at home, with Dog and my laptop.

"Okay Mr. Hamilton, I will be back shortly." The nurse said, nodding curtly and walking out of the tiny room.

There was a curtain dividing the small room into two tiny rooms. I saw someone walking into the room with nearly six pillows in their arms. They went to the other side of the curtain and I heard a slightly annoyed voice. "No," the voice stopped and the person groaned, "I said I didn't need more pillows. One is enough."

Another voice, I'm assuming the person that was carrying six pillows, spoke up. "Well what am I supposed to do with them?" They asked. They had a thick accent.

"I don't know, I just know I don't need- one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine -nine pillows."

I could use nine pillows. I carefully got out of bed and walked (barefoot, gross) across the cold floor. I pulled back the curtain to reveal two guys and ten pillows. "If you don't mind, I would love nine pillows." I said quietly, expecting a no.

The one standing next to the bed huffed, raised his eyebrows at the man in the bed, and turned to me. "At least someone will appreciate my pillows." He grumbled. He had his arms wrapped around three pillows and handed them to me. "All nine?" He asked. I nodded, very shyly might I add. These guys were huge and the one could probably step on me like a bug if he wasn't in a hospital bed. The pillow hoarder carried the other six pillows over for me and set them on the bed in a stack.

I smiled at him, "Thank you so much, I hate these mattresses." I said. It was hard to be social when you were only wearing underwear and a thin blue gown.

The man nodded, "No problem, they're cheap, dollar store pillows." He laughed, "I thought Hercules would appreciate some pillows, but he does not."

I shrugged, placing pillows, "I don't know, some people are weird," I said.

The man nodded in agreement, "My name is Marquis de Lafayette." He said, he stuck his hand out.

I shook his hand and smiled. "I'm Alexander. But a lot of people just call me Hamilton."

"Ah, well Alexander, we will talk again." He said, returning to the other side of the curtain.

I climbed into the bed and buried myself in pillows and the white hospital blanket. I hid under there until I heard footsteps and a muffled laugh. Well it was more of a snort. "Mr. Hamilton, I have to check your vitals." The nurse's voice came from outside my pillow cave.

"Fight me." I said pulling the blanket closer to my body. I shouldn't have been out of bed because of my lungs, but I'm a rule breaker. Rules were made to be broken.

I felt him move the pillows and press his stethoscope to my back. "You're making this quite difficult Mr. Hamilton." He said to me. I huffed and sat up. He took my hand and put a clamp on my finger. He pressed the stethoscope to my chest while the finger clamp checked my oxygen.

"If I could have my phone we wouldn't have this problem." I muttered.

He took his medical equipment and left the room after scrawling something onto the papers on the clipboard. I huffed again and buried myself in pillows. Literally two minutes later he came back.

"No." I said, pretending that I wasn't in a hospital.

"Mr. Hamilton-"

"Stop calling me that, I hate it." I said.

"But Mr. Ha-"

"I'm not an old man!" I huffed. "Fight me." I grumbled.

"I brought your phone." He said.

I emerged from the pillows. "Ah, thank you kindly," I said politely, plucking the phone from his hand and returning to my fortress of improvised comfort.

I heard him leave the room and I happily turned on my phone, checking my various social media accounts and playing stupid games until I fell asleep in my cocoon.

I was removed from my slumber when the nurse's voice come again. "No. Fight me." I said grumpily.

"I need to give you your medication." He said. It was obvious that he was tired. Probably with both me and his entire day in general. After all he was a nurse.

I still hated hospitals though. "No."

He sighed.

"Fight me." I said, sitting up. Pillows fell to the floor and drool dripped down my chin. I wheezed a bit.

The nurse simply handed me two tablets of steroids for my lungs, a tablet of something I can't pronounce, and a cup of water. "I won't fight you." he said, "I'll probably win." I scrunched up my face taking the medicine from him. I downed them eventually with a lot of trouble and finished the tiny cup of water to wash away the taste of the medicine.

He picked up the pillows that fell and put them back on the bed. Then he left. It only took about an hour before the medicine I can't pronounce kicked in. I felt tired and loopy and fell asleep.

When I woke up again the nurse was back. "No." I said. I sat up and pillows fell to the floor again. Half on my face was covered in drool. "Fight me." The nurse placed a cup next to me and left. I picked it up and drank the contents. It was just water. The cup had something scribbled onto it and I could barely read it (stupid nurse's writing).

I gave you your phone back, so you should put this in it.

His number was carefully written below. I laughed to myself and put his number into my phone, texting him quickly.

Alexander :)

I thought for a second before sending another text.

I totally don't know your name

It's John. But here it's Dr. Laurens.

Yeah okay, I'm definitely not calling you doctor.

You should Mr. 'Fight Me' Hamilton

You have a job to do

It's hard to do my job when you refuse to let me do it.

Well

Exactly.

I never thought my crappy lungs and wanting to fight someone would seduce them. Especially a hot nurse.