My Lovely Little Rose (Phillip X Reader)

Chapter One - ER (Part 1)

Sitting in the waiting room, I pray that he's okay. I always helped people and got too invested in them. I'm the type of person that would put a little emotion into the person, praying that they are okay. I have never, and I say never, got so invested that I go to there er waiting for hours for someone to get out of surgery.

I walk up to the desk for the fourth time the past six hours. "Is the surgery over yet? Is he okay?" I ask, worried for some reason.

"Miss for the fourth time. Your boyfriend is still in surgery. We will tell you when he is out." The front desk lady says and she smiles, waving me away. I was about to correct her but I didn't want to embarrass myself more, so I just say 'okay' and go sit back down.

Another ten minutes pass and the doctor comes out. "You must be the pretty lady Phillip has non-stop talking about." He says, making me have a confused yet blushing face. "Hi, I'm Dr. Hosack. The surgery went great. Do you know why he was wearing those clothes?"

I lie making up something on the spot. "He's an actor. He was going a sketch and somehow got shot." I giggle, uneasy that he might caught on. He says 'okay' and let's me go see Phillip.

I walk into the room and see the sleeping boy. I go and sit down on the chair next to him. I just stare at this handsome boy in front of me. He had dark curly hair and freckles all across his cheeks. His lips where full and his lashes were surprisingly long. He seemed tall, from how he fell on me. He has tan skin, he seems perfect from wherever he's from.

His left hand lays out in front of me, his palm facing up. I put my right hand on his, running my fingers over it, his hand is rough and dry. My other hand grabs hold of his and I'm now holding it like I'm praying. I kiss his knuckles.

He must have been in so much pain.

I feel the hand move after holding it for around an hour. I almost fell asleep just sitting there for him to wake up. "Phillip?" There's a groan from him as he shifts in the bed. I let go of his hand and was about call a nurse over to see if he is okay when his hand grabs my left hand.

"The pretty lady from earlier." I look at to see a little smile on Phillip's face as his hazel eyes look back at me. His eyes are beautiful.

"Hello. I'm (y/n). But you can call me whatever you want." He nodes his head, showing he understands. "Phillip. Where are you from? Your clothes were kinda weird."

"I'm from New York. It's normal clothes for this year." He responds as he sits up in the hospital bed. I sit down next to him, confused. "This year?"

"Yeah 1801." I'm in shock when hearing that. "It's 2019, Phillip. Wait. What's your last name?"

"Hamilton."