Thanos POV
They start to rush him into a room and I swiftly run after them.
I enter the room and there's already three nurses on him.
They place the pulse oximeter on him and make sure he's still breathing. They take off his hoodie and pants to see if there's other stab wounds that haven't been found out. They explain they need his blood type and they need to put blood on him ASAP. Through all the commotion all I could do was look at his face and see how peaceful he was. He had been stabbed and beaten? Why does he look so angelic?
I'm snapped out of my trance by Nurse Shrek slapping my ass and exclaimed excitedly,
"Let's get this party started Doctor!"
I flash a smile at her and hop into action.
(I literally have no knowledge of operations on emergency patients and I have no motivation to look it up so use your imagination)
I sat in the room next to him worried. He had no form of identification so we'd have to wait for him to wake up to get anything.
Why am I so nervous about him waking up?
I really can't take much more of it.
Him just laying there, I know he's in pain.
It just makes me feel such a mix of emotions.
I feel so bad for him. I'm angry at whoever would have possibly done this.
He just needs to wake up soon. I want to talk about a lot.
I lower my head and rest it on the side of the hospital bed.
I relax for a minute.
All of the sudden I feel a hand on my head and a soft airy voice speaks.
"D-doctor?"
I raise my head and he takes his hand off and sets it on his stomach.
He's staring at me.
"You're, you're awake!"
I didn't mean to sound so happy but I really was.
He nods and looks up at the ceiling.
"Do you feel alright?"
He nods.
"Hey, I know this is sudden but can I get your name?"
I know it's probably hard to speak but I needed to ask.
He takes a deep breath.
"Buffmin Bufflert. That's."
He pauses.
"that's my name."
It's a name I definitely wasn't expecting but man was it cute.
I wouldn't get tired of saying that name everyday.
I nod and begin to leave the room to go finish up his identification.
I glance at him on my way out the door.
He waved and my heart was on full uwu mode.
I waved back leaving with bright purple cheeks.
Buffmin POV
Wow. There's a lot to think about. I feel incredibly drained.
I really want to go back to sleep. My head is throbbing. I was just stabbed and beaten.
I blacked out after I was shoved to the ground and kicked in the face.
I felt the first stab in my stomach.
Then when I reacted and grabbed my stomach he went in and stabbed my hand.
I looked down at my hand. It's bandaged. I don't even want to bother looking at my stomach.
I didn't call an ambulance. Who called?
Maybe a bystander saw and called. We were in an alley though.
Who could've called then?
I sit and think for a few seconds.
Realization flashes across my face.
Was it?
I consider it.
Was it the guy?
Maybe he left to go call because he knew he couldn't handle it himself.
Maybe he just wanted to help.
Is he here then?
I don't know, maybe I'll have to ask around.
That man though. The doctor. I've seen him before. It was in the grocery store. I didn't know he was a doctor. He seemed so sweet. I wanted him to stay, I wonder if he'll come back.
He should come back and check up on me.
