Patrick Stump Imagines

76 - Call Me

A/N: Sorry if I was inactive for the past few months. I wasn't able to update because I couldn't flush the entire BBC Sherlock series off from my veins (especially S4) and some personal matters.

This one-shot was inspired by a GIF that I found in Pinterest (credits to the owner). And yes, it is House MD Patrick. I know I am writing something about a twisted doctor Stump, but I needed to write something so let this pass for now.

Also, thank you for the 20K reads😄💕💕

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It's like you've popped the entire bubble wrap you have found in your bag whilst waiting for your doctor. Waiting for that doctor seemed like the years passed and still, you're still sitting in the waiting area for almost three hours.

Aside from the delayed doctor, it was a mess when his receptionist wasn't that welcoming at all. She raised a brow and her voice's tone at you when you asked where the hell Doctor Batch is.

So, here you are, popping a damn bubble wrap while waiting for a doctor that'll just ask you how you feel internally, nothing more, nothing less.

Popping the bubble wrap may have taken all your attention away as you weren't able to notice someone checking the physicians' names on the wall. He clumsily went inside, almost tripping but you did not seem to notice.

Moments later, the receptionist called and escorted you to the doctor's room.

Then, there, you met a strawberry-blond haired doctor, who does a background check on your vital stats.

He purses his lips and points to the chair in front you.

"Um...hi, I am Dr. Patrick Stump and unfortunately, Dr. Batch wouldn't be able to attend because of family matters." He said nervously.

"I wish he could have called earlier." You muttered and suppressed a sigh.

"He's always like that." Patrick muttered, clicking his pen. "I've been told this is a follow-up check up."

"Yeah." You said softly. "Well, I had a sore palm last week and now, I guess it's getting better." You added, showing your right palm.

"Did he give you some ointments?"

You nodded at him.

"Continue the ointment until this...the opening of this wound heals."

"I'll take note of that." You muttered softly.

He started to write his observations on the paper and it seemed like he's getting nervous or something.

"If there would be any symptoms that will persist, I suggest you see a doctor immediately." He took another glance on your hand. "Well, if symptoms will persist."

You smiled at him. "Thank you."

"Damn Dr. Batch. He should have called earlier so we could have done a remedy to his waiting patients outside." He said, shaking his head.

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Heading to the elevators, you give yourself one last check of the wound and unfortunately, it is still spilling some blood and some goo-ey stuff you don't know what to call.

"Miss L/N!" Patrick shouted, approaching you. He regained his pose for a moment then took a deep breath.

"I did mention about persisting symptoms a while ago, didn't I?" He asked.

"Yes, you did, Dr. Stump."

He handed you a calling card from his pockets.

"Call me--er...it might save you for waiting an hour or more." He said nervously. Then, he gave you a signal to flip something as his eyes pointed on the card.

You faintly whispered oh.

I guess it would be nice if we spend some time for coffee or tea. -P xx

You smiled at him after reading the back of the card.

"I better get back to work--"

"It's Y/N, Dr. Stump--"

"Call me Patrick." He gave you a wink and started to head back to the doctor's room.

And after that, you're looking forward to the days you'll be meeting him not because of health concerns but for a casual talk and a cup of coffee or tea.