BBS One-Shots

Cute Nurse

Brian pressed down on the towel he had wrapped around his hand. He felt like such an idiot. He had been cutting up some fruit to throw into the fridge and eat later, and he'd somehow managed to cut from the middle knuckle on his left hand, down to his wrist.

Now, it was most definitely not a life threatening cut, it just hurt like hell and it wouldn't stop bleeding. Well, it was slowing down, but there was still a bit of a trickle.

He was okay, really, he was just waiting for someone to call his name so he could sew his hand back together or something.

In actuality, though, Brian was really hoping to get this over with. He'd probably just get some sealant or something and a bandage, maybe have a cute or a hot nurse if he was lucky, but other than that, he really wanted to go home.

Eventually, he was called and taken away to a small room. He was told to wait for a few minutes, where another nurse, not a doctor because it wasn't important enough for that, would come in to help him.

Brian watched the old nurse walk away from him, almost running away, and he huffed. She had looked at him like he was sick when she had seen him, and he couldn't really register as to why.

After a few more minutes, a handsome man walked into the room, and he had a few things in his hands.

"Hello," he said, glancing down to his clipboard. "I'm Dr. Langley, but you can call me Brock if you'd like. You must be Brian?"

"Yeah. I'd shake your hand, but," he started, showing his hand.

Brock smiled. "It's alright. I understand. At least it's still attached, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"So, what did you do to it?" Brock asked, pulling out something to clean the cut with. He pulled the cloth off of Brian's hand and started to clean it.

"I cut it with a knife while chopping up fruit. I suck at life," Brian whined.

Brock scoffed slightly. "Well, you're attractive, so I don't think that's true."

Brian blushed. "Thanks. You're pretty cute too. I was hoping for a hot nurse, and it seems as though the universe has answered my prayers."

"Well, that's good, I suppose," Brock said. "I'll just have to write my number under your bandage."

Brian smiled. "Yeah, maybe."

Brock finished up with Brian relatively quickly, grabbing a piece of paper and writing his number on it.

"Text me sometime, okay?" Brock said, leading Brian out of the room and back out to the lobby.

"By, Brock."

Brock gave Brian a cute little wave and went back to work.