Who Are You, New Kid? [Craig Tucker x Reader][DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 4: One Strange Nurse

[Craig's P.O.V.]

"Are you just going to stand there or...?" I asked [N/N], hinting for them to leave. They walked up to me and grabbed my wrist, inspecting my knuckle.

"Um, what are you doing?" I asked them. They looked up at me and shook their head, their [E/C] eyes piercing through me.

They still didn't let go of my wrist. They began to pull me towards the cupboard full of medical supplies. "Seriously, what are you doing?!"

I swear I heard a small chuckle escape their hidden lips. They got on top of a stool as they reached for a bottle of rubbing alcohol. They gathered items that I've never seen in here before without a second thought. It seems as if they knew what they were doing.

I chuckled, "Well aren't you the professional, Nurse?" They froze at my words for a split second, but they continued on. Did I say something wrong?

They turned back to me with a cloth in their hand. Still on the stool, they began to softly dab the cloth against my cut lip.

I flinched away. "For the last time- what are you doing?!" I asked with a mix of confusion and anger mixed in my voice. They froze, a frustrated look crossed their face.

They set the cloth down and grabbed a note card and pen from their pocket. They began to write. "Just shut up and stay still. I'm trying to help you." They showed me the card.

I looked back at them and moved back to them slowly. "Fine, I'll let you patch me up, but just because I'm letting you do this doesn't mean we're friends." They simply rolled their eyes at my comment.

They began to pat my lip with the cloth again. They pulled back and pointed at their shoulders. I looked at my own and realized what they were saying. There were tears that Clyde had made when he dug his nails into my shoulder.

"What do you want me to do? Rip off my clothes and expose the cuts to you?" I asked sarcastically. They nodded and turned back to grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

I froze for a minute. "I was just kidding you know..." I looked away. They looked back at me and shook their head. They began to write on their notepad again.

"Too bad. Those cuts are going to get infected if you don't treat them soon." I read. "You're such an asshole. I don't get why Clyde and Cartman were fighting for your friendship." I groaned.

They simply shrugged, not giving a care in the world. I finally gave in and began to remove my  sweater. I took off my shirt and they neared towards me. 

They dabbed a cloth soaked in rubbing alcohol on my cuts. It stung, but I tried not to move too much or else that would really hurt.

[N/N] began to hum as they disinfected my cuts. It sounded almost feminine. "Hey, [N/N], are you a girl...?" I asked.

They shook there head almost immediately. "So you're a boy?" They shook their head again. "You have no gender?!" They kept on shaking their head. "Do you have a gender?" They nodded.

"Are you going to tell me?" They shook their head. Goddammit, they're such a struggle to read. "Well, if you aren't going to tell me, then you can't patch me up." I bribed them.

They shrugged and threw the cloth at my face. They hopped off the stool and went back to the bed they were sitting on. That was extremely rude.

[Reader's P.O.V.]

I sat back down on the bed. I stared at the wall. Oh my jumping Jesus on a flipping bread stick, Craig is cute. I felt the heat rising up to my cheeks.  I guess this mask does come in handy.

The bell rang again. I didn't hear Craig leave though. "I guess you like to skip class too, huh?" He asked.

Skipping class...? How disrespectful! I stood up, placed my hands on my hips, and began to make my way to the door with my belongings. 

"Those gingers are gonna get on your ass if you don't have a hall pass." He warned me. I looked back and flashed my hall pass.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Ha! That's what he gets for doubting me, the great and oh so powerful [Y/N]!

I opened the door and left the nurse's office. I decided I would need some fresh air so I made my way to the back door.

I opened the door to the outside and made my way to a bench that was nearby another back entrance. I stopped as I saw 4 kids in all black.

"Hey, get out of here you conformist." A chubby girl holding a cigarette scolded me. I raised my hands up in defense, coughing at the scent of cigarette smoke.

"Henrietta, you don't talk to a conformist like that." A tall, curly haired man told the chubby girl. He doesn't seem to be younger than me, but he also seems to be a bit older.

I opened my mouth, about to speak. I didn't realize words were slipping out of my mouth until the last minute.

"What's an old man like you doing near a high school?"