It had just passed nine o'clock and all was quiet in the hospital. Other than a few people in the waiting room, it was a slow night. George was leaning against the receptionist counter, his homework spread out in front of him. He was nearly done with this section. He tapped his pencil in a soft tempo. He was so grateful to have such a slow night, George could focus on some school work and things and still get paid. George listened to the sounds of the hospital. The tapping of the main receptionist on his keyboard, the distant intercom calling doctors, the TV in the waiting room playing some old movie.
"What...?" George blinked as he stumbled across a problem on his homework that he couldn't easily solve. "This doesn't even make a lick of sense..." He complained under his breath.
"Stuck on a question?" The receptionist asked. He was a really nice guy, his name was Dan Diamond. Fun name. George always thought so anyways.
"Uh, yea, my teacher didn't really go over this concept." George frowned, handing the paper off to Dan. Dan put some reading glasses on and studied the page.
"Oh. Yeah i know how to do this." Dan smiled and sat the paper back in front of George and grabbed the pencil. But before Dan could start to explain, Doctor Major rushed up to George. George looked at Major with concern. Major was pretty easygoing when it came to tasks so seeing him run, George knew something was wrong.
"Doctor." Dan greeted.
Major gave a small nod of acknowledgement. "George, we received a call from the ambulance, they are bringing in a teenage boy with an apparent shattered foot." Major explained. George wrinkled his nose in grimace. "Can you ready the x-ray room?" George nodded.
"Of course Dr. Major." George looked at Dan and blinked.
"I'll organize your papers, go now." Dan smiled. George gave his thanks in a smile and rushed off down the hall towards the x-ray room. Dr. Major had wondered off to no doubt prepare another area for the boy.
George sanitized the seat and organized everything he could. After he was finished he stepped out the room to look for Major so see if he had another task for him. He was greeted by a strange sight. On a hospital gurney, clearly out of it, was a boy. They were rolling him down to the x-ray room. George held open the door for them and when they passed, George got a good look at the boy.
It was Dream. George vaguely knew of him, they had a few conversations over the year. But even George knew how big of a deal Dream was. His cute face was plastered on every school football poster. What? I didn't just think he was cute, ew. George scrunched his nose. Dream was still dressed in some football gear, other than his shoulder pads and helmet missing. George frowned. Poor Dream, must've broke his foot during the game. He thought. He looked at Dream's face in detail. He had some freckles, but they were mostly covered by black football paint.
"Thank you George." A nurse said, breaking George's gaze away from Dream. "Now see if the room is prepared. The boy's gonna have to stay the night."
George nodded. "Alright." He gave a friendly smile and wondered off to find the room in which Dream would stay. George found it rather easily and readied it. After wiping everything down and making sure everything was stocked George huffed.
((TW//B O N E))
At points his job was boring. He was not a full-fledged doctor at all so he really couldn't complain. He was just a seventeen year old intern. After a couple minutes, he walked out, planning to go back to the main area and finish his homework, when he ran into Major yet again.
"Oh good! Come with me, this case is a good learning experience for ya." Major smiled and lead George back down the hall yet again and back to the x-ray room, but Dream had already been moved. On a glowing white-board type thing, where several pictures of a very broken foot. George blinked.
