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‘It’s just a big misunderstanding’ Finn thinks, and protests, as the nurse comes at him with a very big and very sharp needle, attempting to get him hooked up to an IV that he really doesn’t need. “I’m fine, really. Seriously. I’m really fine.”
The nurse gives a low ‘hmmph’, as if she’s heard that one too many times before, continuing in her attempts to impale him. “Just relax, we’ll look after you.”
But I really don’t need to be looked after. Where the hell is Rey?? She needs to get her ass here and saaavvvee meeee. “I really am fine, I promise. I didn’t even hit my head that hard, see!” he insists, just a little bit frantic, using his free hand to poke at the spot in question on the top of his head, trying not to let the dull pain it caused show in his expression, forcing a (probably very unconvincing) smile in an attempt to advance his cause. OUCH.
He instantly knows what she’s thinking: it was hard enough to knock him unconscious for about five minutes, but, really, what’s a temporary lapse of consciousness between friends? Once he’s fully hooked up, the nurse gets to work on attaching a heart monitor, and all hope Finn has of making a speedy getaway goes well and truly out the window. A very soft, but thankfully steady, beeping fills the room and Finn shifts on the bed, thinking he might as well make himself comfortable. Rey is going to love this…
Unfortunately, the movement displaces his carefully, strategically even, positioned hospital gown that really didn’t leave much to the imagination, but at least the woman has the decency to turn her attention to his chart so that he can fix himself while he attempted to maintain what little bit of dignity he had left.
“The doctor should be along soon. I’ll be about too so if there’s anything you need just press the button and I’ll be here as quick as I can.”
Nodding his understanding, Finn watches her disappear through the curtain, closing it behind her, before letting his head fall back against the pillow. As he stares at the ceiling, counting the clinically white tiles for lack of anything better to do, he wonders why these sort of things always happen to him.
It’s hard to tell how much time has passed- Finn swears it could be hours but in reality it’s probably just a matter of minutes- before the sound of the curtain opening causes him to raise his head quickly, a bit too quickly for his current state apparently as the room begins to spin momentarily. Once it comes back into focus, however, he’s faced with another problem.
Finn’s jaw drops, much to his embarrassment, the moment he lays eyes on the doctor with his perfectly curly dark hair, big brown eyes and tan skin that contrasts beautifully with the dazzling white of his shirt. The guy is the last thing he’s expecting and he doesn’t know whether to curse his luck once again or count himself lucky.
“Good afternoon,” the man smiles, practically turning him into a puddle as he extends his hand to shake his patient’s, “I’m Dr Dameron and you must be Mr-“
“Finn, just Finn,” he interrupts, his brain taking a moment to catch up with his big mouth, a blush creeping over his cheeks.
To his relief, Dr Dameron smiles even brighter, nodding as he picks up the chart from the foot of the bed. “Well, Finn, how are you feeling? Nurse Pava has told me that you hit your head quite hard…” the smile fades quite a bit at that, concern taking its place.
This isn’t good. “It was a bit of a freak accident; I really didn’t see that sign…” Meaning: ‘I’m not usually this much of an idiot’.
The doctor chuckles at that and Finn’s sure it’s one of the most endearing sounds he’s ever heard. “Hey, it happens. Have you experienced any dizziness or nausea since you came to? Headaches?”
Well, you’re not exactly helping with that first one… “No nausea. The spit I hit is a bit… tender and dizziness… just a little but I think I just moved my head too quickly.”
Now frowning, Dr Dameron places the file on the table at the foot of the bed, pulling his torch from the pocket of his shirt. His hand gently comes to rest on the side of Finn’s head, thumb pressing against his forehead as he checks the reaction of his pupils. It’s pretty innocuous, the smell of the doctor’s cologne filling his nostrils, intoxicating him, his heart rate increasing just a little bit…
Or maybe not just a little bit…
He’d completely forgotten about the heart monitor that was clamped around his index finger. And it was bad, really bad… A frantic beeping fills the room and Finn just wants the ground to open and swallow him up because really? Not the time. Mortified beyond possible belief, even more so by the fact that Dr Dameron instantly stops what he’s doing, a mixture of concern and shock etched on his face, Finn desperately tried to get his traitorous heartbeat under control.
“Woah, woah, woah! Are you alright?”
“I’m fine! It’s, uh, it’s nothing. Just… nothing. I’m fine, I promise.”
“I’m not so sure… I think it may be a good idea to send you for some scans, just to make sure there’s nothing sinister going on.” Finn wants to tell him that there’s really no need, that it’s completely unnecessary, but he doesn’t get the chance because the doctor is checking his reactions once again, more rigorously than before, the other man’s face mere inches away from his, his breath hot and tickly against his cheek.
Once again, his heartbeat goes from 0-60 real quick.
And Finn can’t decide whether it’s a relief or a curse that Dr Dameron pauses for a second, undoubtedly putting two and two together, taking a step back once again, watching him curiously all the while, as if to test his theory. Finn almost sees the ‘Oh… Oh.’ in his expression and swears the older man’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “Sorry about that,” he smirks, eyebrow cocked almost mischievously, as if he didn’t really mean that apology at all.
Mercifully, Finn thinks, the doctor looks more pleased with himself than anything. Because, really, it’s hard to think of anything that is more blatantly flattering. He wants to reply, he really does, but he can’t, can’t find the words. Instead, he lets his head fall back against the pillow once again, gaze now fixed on the ceiling or anywhere that decidedly isn’t the outrageously attractive doctor. I’m an idiot that knocked himself out by walking into a sign, now wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital gown.
Obviously sensing his discomfort, the doctor smiles sympathetically. “Here, I don’t think this is necessary…”
Finn feels the other man’s hand on his for a moment, willing his heart rate to remain steady so as not to add insult to injury, but it proves to be unnecessary as the beeping stops altogether. Thank god. “I… uh, thanks.”
“No problem,” the doctor tries his best not to smile knowingly as he picks up the file once again in an attempt to restore some sense of normality, “But I need you to be straight with me; are you experiencing any pain or discomfort or is there anything wrong in general that I should know about? Because your pupils are fully reactive and the lack of vomiting and nausea is a very good sign-“
“Is everything okay?” Nurse Pava, as the doctor had called her, stuck her head around the curtain, concern evident on her face.
“Everything’s fine, Jessika. Nothing I can’t handle,” Dr Dameron assures her, such a subtly mischievous smile on his face that Finn can’t help but blush even more. Rolling her eyes, she mutters something along the lines of ‘why am I not surprised’ before disappearing once again, making a point of pulling the curtain shut dramatically.
Deciding the best thing for all involved is to pointedly ignore that, Finn tries to remember what he had been about to say. “It’s really just a throbbing. I’m sure I’ll be fine once I get home and sleep for a couple of hours.”
“That’s not happening, I’m sorry to tell you,” the doctor scoffs, “I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here for at least a couple of hours so that we can monitor you. You’re right, it’s probably nothing but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Which means that, unfortunately, you’ll have to put up with me for a little while longer. We’ll give you something for the pain and you can relax for a while. Is there anyone you’d like me to call? Family? Girlfriend?” Boyfriend?
Figuring his cheeks would be permanently red from now on, Finn shakes his head, causing him to wince in pain. “The nurse already called Rey. My friend. My best friend,” he adds, much too quickly for it to be natural, “definitely not my girlfriend.” Please stop talking.
Chuckling softly, Dr Dameron nods, pushing one of his fallen shirt sleeves up once again. “Well I’ll have a nurse point her in the right direction when she gets here. It wouldn’t do to have you suffering all alone.”
Finn thinks he’d rather suffer alone than have to endure Rey’s teasing when she found out about this, about all of this. Because, really, it’s just his luck that he would drop his phone on the street, completely decimating the screen. It’s just his luck that he would sigh, pick it up and then slam the top of his head into a ‘no parking’ sign that he’s pretty sure wasn’t there before. It’s just his luck that he would be knocked unconscious and then taken to hospital. And it’s definitely his luck that his doctor would seem more like a Greek god than a mere mortal like himself.
Finn just gives a ‘hmmph’ as if to say ‘we’ll see about that’.
The doctor nods in understanding, chewing on his bottom lip momentarily. “I’ll be back to check on you in about half an hour. If you need anything in the meantime, just push the button.” He glances back just as he’s about to make his way out through the curtain, giving him a smile that could only be described as devastatingly beautiful, “Don’t even think about running away on me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Finn mutters to himself.
And he actually means it.