That Hurts...( Eminem Fan Fic)

Chapter 10

* Flashback *

"Ouch!" I screamed as the doctor put pressure

on my fractured nose.

He said I'm lucky I didn't sprain my neck, and the only thing I have to worry about is a concussion.

Clap, Clap, Clap

A mock applause rang through the room.

I glared at the culprit, Marshall stood their with his hands raised and his face a mask of faux respect.

"Woah, you're such a trooper. It's not like you were having your leg amputated," he said with a flourish as he dipped his back slightly in a mock bow.

The doctor in front of me chuckled as he gathered my O positive blood stained tissues.

I flipped Marshall the bird.

"Oh, is that right? I can think of parts of you I would love to amputate this minuet," I replied with an arched brow.

"Youch," said the doctor with a pained face.

I looked down at his name tag it read James Fell. He was a pretty neat guy, for a doctor.

Marshall rolled his eyes, and turned to the doctor.

"Hey, Doc can we go now, dawg?" He inquired.

The doctor looked down at his chart and nodded.

"Yes, just in a moment I need to write Ms. Xander her prescription." he stated as he jotted down notes on his yellow chart.

With that he looked up, and glanced at the both of us.

"What?!" Marshall and I exclaimed at the same time.

"Well, Ms. Xander you have a minor concussion, although albeit it be minor. You have to be aroused every hour and a half." he stated.

Marshall chuckled at the word aroused, and I elbowed him for his immaturity, he elbowed me back with a wink.

"Do you have anyone to wake you every hour or so?" Doctor Fell asked.

My mind went instantly to Ryleigh, but the bitch was in Barbados for the duration of this month. I doubt she's coming back for a while.

"Uhhh.... Not at the moment," I shrugged, like the idea of dying in my sleep was no big deal.

The doctor turned Marshall, and the realization both hit us at the same time.

"No!" we exclaimed together again.

I looked at Marshall horrified he mirrored by expression.

I was too astonished to feel offended by his rejection.

"I have kids," Marshall pleaded to Doctor Fell.

"Oh," said Fell with his eyebrow raised.

"I fail to see how that has to do with well being of Ms. Xander." Fell continued.

"She's a stranger, I have an obligation as a father to give my kids a normal life, despite my fame, I have helicopters zooming around my house taking photos, paparazzi snapping pictures of them during their daily life, as well posers on social media claiming to be them as they create controversies," he ranted looking wide eyed.

"Well, you are Mr. Controversy," I pointed out dryly rolling my eyes.

He grudgingly chuckled at that.

"It's settled, Ms. Xander's will be in your care for three nights, so no further complications arise, a nurse will be in here shortly to give you the rundown," And with that Doctor flew out of the room before anymore protests could be made.

I groaned and fell into the nearest chair with my head cushioned in my hands.

"Hey, I'm not happy about this either," he pointed out.

I grunted, and without looking saluted him my middle finger.

Silence ensued.

"Why do you hate me so much," he stated it as a fact rather then a question.

Without lifting my head.

"You would know, wouldn't you?" I said sarcastically.

He sighed and murmured

"Bitches"

"I heard that you asshole, and speaking of bitches, there better not be any of them plus any hoes while I'm at your house." I said finally lifting my head to glare at him.

"Those days are over, I don't have time for bitches," Marshall sneered, he must've been remembering the days he was infatuated with Pornstars and other Venereal Diseased ridden bitches.

Before I could say anything the door opened to reveal a pretty young nurse in maroon scrubs.

"Hello, Ms. Xander's I'm Nurse Ryan and I was instructed---" she abruptly stopped when she saw Marshall standing there with a brooding look on his face.

He noticed her pause, and he stood up straighter.

She gasped as she clutched her hands to her mouth, her eyes big as globes. Her former patient all but forgotten.

"Y-you're Eminem!" She exclaimed breathlessly.

"Yes, how you doing," Marshall said impassively.

Before she could gush over, the door opened once again to reveal Doctor Fell.

"Nurse Ryan here's the prescription for---" he cut off in mid sentence as he looked up to see the flabbergasted state of Nurse Ryan.

He frowned and rolled his eyes.

"Nurse there's a patient named Mr. kuniva in room D12 he has a bizarre name so try not to mispronounce it, he super glued a shower cap to his head. Why don't you treat him and make sure to ask for a proof of I.D so he doesn't turn out to be a Con Artist, and get clean up to the room he made a mess with melted M&M's." he said shooing her away.

She quickly flitted out the room not before sending a long look in Marshall's direction.

"Here you go Ms. Xander, and come back if anything is bothering you," he said while handing me the yellow prescription sheet. With that he also left, leaving a stunned Marshall and I.

"Did he-" I started

"I think he did," Marshall completed.

"But we're in room D12," I said in wonder at the coincidence

We stared at each other.

"BWAHAHAAHAHA!!" We started laughing.

"Oh, MY GOD, THAT JUST HAPPENED!" I said laughing as I fell to my knees.

Marshall was too busy choking on laughter to reply back.

We wear crying as we walked back to the car, and we laughed all the way to Walgreens. We finally stopped chuckling when we neared the Pharmacy counter, after I purchased my Medicine, we walked by an aisle containing shower caps, and our laughing fit started from scratch.

A distressed employee told us to leave the premises, because of the disruption we were causing, he was taken aback by Marshall's presence. In his hand the young man had a packet of superglue remover and in the other a bag of M&MS. we guffawed so hard we were on our knees, tears were streaming down our faces.

We were babbling incoherently as we walked our asses back to the car the whole time we were leaning on each other, because we were so weak with laughter.

Marshall helped me in the car and I pressed my back to the nice leathered seat and relaxed my back hurt from laughing andy last thought before asleep captured me was...

He's not so bad