ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ|| jachary a.u.

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Zach slams open the door.

"Hey my best friend cut off her finger and she's passed out on her boyfriend's arms, can you please help us?" He says calmly. The woman's eyes widen. "By the way, here's her finger." He gives her the bag.

"Name, and follow me."

"I believe we don't need that." Jack explains.

The woman freezes in place and turns around.

"Sir, I need a name." Jack looks at her and his eyes go to the back of his hand.

"No, ma'am, I really don't think we do." He smiles wickedly.

"You're right Mr. Avery, we don't. Follow me."

The woman takes them to a private room.

"Wait in here for a second, a doctor is going to see you in a bit."

"Make it fast please."

"Yes sir." She runs out the room.

"God why was I in the shower and didn't pick up? God I'm so dumb." Corbyn sighs.

Zach comforts him and turns to Jack.

"The tattoo does you good huh? Besides being extra cool...and hot." Zach sits down on his lap and intertwines their fingers.

Jack chuckles and pecks his shoulder.

"Hello Mr. Avery, I'm Doctor Willow Danish, what do we have here?"

"She called me terrified that she got off her finger...I have no clue how she did that and cut it so smoothly. When we got to her place she was passed out on the floor and we couldn't wake her up." Zach explains.

"She must've went into shock, does she have any-"

"Yes, she has asthma, anxiety, iron deficiency and low blood pressure, her blood type is A negative...and she's allergic to penicillin and latex." Corbyn's eyebrows furrow and he holds her non injured hand and kisses it.

"Thank you sir, that was very helpful, is she your-"

"My best friend... she's dating him actually, if you didn't notice it by our current positions." She nods. Jack holds back a snort.

"Let's take a look at the finger okay?" She goes to grab Christina's hand but Corbyn swatted it away.

"Did you listen to a word he said? She's allergic to latex."

"We don't have any other type of gloves sir."

"Then take them off, you seem like a person that washes her hands." The woman complied, took off the gloves and called for back up.

"Why didn't she call 911?" The doctor asked.

"She doesn't like hospitals...she never liked them. That and the fact her ex is a nurse doesn't help much." Jack chuckles.

"I wanted to be a doctor, ya know? That or a NASA scientist, but...things changed." Corbyn sighs.

The woman grabs her hand and took a closer look at the index finger.

"Yes Willo- shit. Zach?"

"Hey Mark, how are you dude?"

"After her? Dying on the inside, you?"

"Happy with my new boyfriend."

"How's she?"

"Disregarding this, she's dating me." Zach and Jack share a look.

"Good for her." He says bitterly.

"Mark, stop talking and see if you wake her up." The man grabs a seringe.