Emergency Room Romantic

By: Shadow Seraph

Okay, so I should probably finish my other story before starting a new one, but I just wanted to put something up. Y'know so anyone who cares (ie. no one) would know that I'm still alive and all that jazz. This was written a little while ago so if the style's different or it just plain sucks, I blame it on my being younger. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Oh and for anyone read HinaHB, the next chapter's almost done, bear with me a little longer. Oh and this is SLASH. If you don't like it, please don't read or flame. Seriously, it makes you look like a dumbass.

There are three things I can't live without; family, music and of course cute boys. At the moment my mom and two sisters are sitting next to me on green overstuffed chairs. Family: check. While my bandaged head does not accommodate headphones well, I am singing Brand New in my mind right now. Music: check. When it comes to cute boys…well, let's just say Mr. Green or blue Jell-o is definitely a check.

In case you haven't figured it out, I am currently in the hospital.

No, this stark white, anti-septic smelling room is not, in fact, my bedroom. And no, my mom and sisters don't usually care enough to sit around my bed waiting for me to wake up. Today is a special day.

I ended up here after my head had a particularly nasty run-in with a baseball bat. Completely accidental I'm sure and I won't hold any grudges unless I find out they had to shave my hair. After said run-in, my mother sent me to the emergency room in panic mother mode. Let me tell you, that first ride in the ambulance is definitely one for the family photo album.

I've never even been inside a hospital before much less the ER so it was all quite overwhelming. I tried to take in my surroundings, the white hospital beds, the doctors rushing back and forth, all the machines and wires. That's when I first saw Him, and I must say, he looks quite fetching in green hospital garbs.

He was standing off to the side, much too young to assist the doctors. I had guessed early on that he was an orderly, most likely waiting for his next patient, probably some chick he could fawn over. Imagine my surprise (and satisfaction) when it was me he wheeled out of the emergency room.

"Hello," He paused and looked at his clipboard, "Addison? Addison Covington?"

I nodded my head in affirmation.

"Right, well I'm Deacon. You have a minor concussion so we're going to have you stay overnight. Nothing to worry about, just precaution. If you need anything I'll assist you."

We paused at two double doors and Deacon pressed a button to open the entrance before pushing me through.

I stared in awe as I watched my privacy fly out the window.

The room was large and each side was lined with a row of beds. There where ten beds in all, eight (now nine) of which were occupied. I'm assuming they put me in the children's ward as I was likely the oldest one there, and let me tell you I'm no child! I'm sixteen dammit!

Deacon took me to the second bed on the right and helped me climb into it.

"What am I supposed to do until tomorrow?"

"Why don't you talk to some of the other kids?" Thanks man, way to make it seem like I'm five years old.

"In case you haven't noticed, they're all probably half my age." I said, glaring at his stupid sexy hospital shirt, wavy brown hair and ridiculously blue eyes.

"How old are you? Fourteen? Miranda's thirteen." He said, motioning towards a blonde girl across the room.

"Fourteen!" I scoffed, indignant, "You think I'm fourteen?! I'll have you know I'm sixteen! I suppose you think I'm a girl too don't you!?"

"Well, with a name like Addison…" He trailed off.

Pfft. Stupid name. I blame my mother of course. You see she's kind of…spiritual (her words not mine), in other words she's a little eccentric. Sometimes she thinks spirits are speaking to her or something and when she was pregnant with me, apparently they told her she was having another girl. Hence, the name Addison. I consider myself lucky though, I mean she could have named me Heather or Brittney or something equally embarrassing. Imagine. Yes, I consider myself lucky.

"Well, what kind of name is Deacon!?" I was getting defensive and I knew it, I was starting to sprout off ridiculous come backs.

"The one my mother gave me. Now back to your original question, if you don't want to talk to any of the other kids why don't you read or something? I can bring up some magazines if you want."

"No way." I said, shaking my head, "I will not suffer through two year old editions of Maclean's and Chatelaine. I refuse."

"Heh," He grinned crookedly and I just about melted right there, "I suppose you'll just have to entertain yourself then."

He turned to leave, but I'll be damned if I let him get away without a last name or an age.


He stopped in his tracks and slowly returned to my bedside, "Yes?"

"Can't you like stay and talk to me or something?"

He gave me this incredulous look and shook his head.

"Sorry, I'd like to, but I've got a lot to do so if you don't need anything I should get back to work."

No, no, no. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"What if I need you to talk to me?" Oh God, could I be anymore lame?

"I highly doubt you need that." He said, smiling at me.

"What's your last name? How old are you?" That's right, get straight to the point Addison. Don't forget to ask for his address and number later, you've got to keep your stalker credentials up.

"McPhee. Just turned twenty. Anything else you'd like to know oh curious one? Perhaps my grandmother's name? It's Beatrice."

I was pretty sure I was mocked somewhere in there, but I was too desperate to notice. Must not let cute boy leave. Aha!


He gave me this 'double you tee eff, oh em gee you're sooo weird!11!!!' look before inquiring, "Jell-o?

"Yes, Jell-o. I would like some. Isn't that what you eat at hospitals?"

Deacon just laughed. And laughed some more. And you know what? I think he laughed even just a bit more.

"I'm pretty sure a concussion doesn't stop you from eating normal, solid foods."

I raked a hand through my black hair, "Yes, well I want to get the full hospital experience so Jell-o it is."

Deacon rolled his eyes. Can you believe that? He rolled those beautiful clear blue eyes and let out what can only be described as an exasperated sigh. Jerk.

"Green or blue?"

"Green or blue what? Jell-o? Green. Duh. Who eats blue Jell-o?"

"I do, along with millions of other people." He said, before turning around and muttering a quick 'I'll be back.'

Yah. You better.

…How long has it been I wonder? One minute? Maybe two?

23 seconds. Dammit.

I am so bored. I am so bored.

"Addy! Baby are you okay?"

Okay not that bored.

Before I could reply I'm filled with an armful of worried mother. She was instantly fawning over me; patting down the covers, adjusting the pillow I just managed to get in the perfect spot. She was barely out of my vision long enough for me to notice my two sisters standing behind her.

I looked at my sister Morgan with pleading eyes.

"Mom, chill okay? Give the guy some room."

She slowly backed off, not before adjusting my pillow one last time.

"Sorry Addy, I was just so worried!"

"Yah I got that."

Her and my sisters pulled up some armchairs to the side of the bed. My mother grabbed my hand and started petting it; much like one would a cat. I looked into her concerned hazel eyes (the same ones I have I might add).

"I'm fine okay?"

My sister Hannah smiled at me before replying, "You may feel fine, but you look like shit."

"Hannah, language."

I sure hope Deacon gets back with that Jell-o soon.

Yah. That's all for now. Like I said, it's a bit old so if it sucks...sorry. I didn't think it was THAT bad, but then again, I really only skimmed it over.

As always, read and review. I will love you for it.