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Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

“So, um….” Ace blinked rapidly for a second, trying to remember what she had wanted to say.

“ Yes?” Shaun asked, looking over at her with a smile, uncertain of what she was going to ask.

She made a frustrated noise, “I forgot.”

Shaun made a note of the frustrated noise. “ It’s okay to forgot things, I forgot things sometimes.”

Ace smiled at him and tucked her hair behind her ears, streaking paint across her face by accident. “Oh shoot! I didn’t realize that I had paint on my hands still!”

Shaun awkwardly smiled at him and ran his hand through his hair. “ Does the paint stain if you do not wash it off?” He asked, not certain about how paint worked. “ Do you need my sink to wash the paint off?” He asked.

“It’s okay, it shouldn’t stain,” Ace laughed a little.

Shaun smiled. “ Well as long as it doesn’t stained. What’s funny?” He asked.

“You’re the only person who’s ever been concerned about my paint staining anything,” Ace explained with a smile.

Shaun looked over at her with a smile. “ I am very surprised that nobody else seemed concerned about that,” he said to Ace.

She shrugged and tucked her hair behind her ears again.

Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

“So, um….” Ace blinked rapidly for a second, trying to remember what she had wanted to say.

“ Yes?” Shaun asked, looking over at her with a smile, uncertain of what she was going to ask.

She made a frustrated noise, “I forgot.”

Shaun made a note of the frustrated noise. “ It’s okay to forgot things, I forgot things sometimes.”

Ace smiled at him and tucked her hair behind her ears, streaking paint across her face by accident. “Oh shoot! I didn’t realize that I had paint on my hands still!”

“It’s okay, it shouldn’t stain,” Ace laughed a little.

Shaun smiled. “ Well as long as it doesn’t stained. What’s funny?” He asked.

"You're the only person who's ever been concerned about my paint staining anything," Ace explained with a smile.

Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

“So, um….” Ace blinked rapidly for a second, trying to remember what she had wanted to say.

“ Yes?” Shaun asked, looking over at her with a smile, uncertain of what she was going to ask.

She made a frustrated noise, “I forgot.”

Shaun made a note of the frustrated noise. “ It’s okay to forgot things, I forgot things sometimes.”

Ace smiled at him and tucked her hair behind her ears, streaking paint across her face by accident. “Oh shoot! I didn’t realize that I had paint on my hands still!”

#i don't know how certain paints work but thats okay #shaun--murphy

"It's okay, it shouldn't stain," Ace laughed a little.

Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

“So, um….” Ace blinked rapidly for a second, trying to remember what she had wanted to say.

“ Yes?” Shaun asked, looking over at her with a smile, uncertain of what she was going to ask.

She made a frustrated noise, “I forgot.”

Shaun made a note of the frustrated noise. “ It’s okay to forgot things, I forgot things sometimes.”

Ace smiled at him and tucked her hair behind her ears, streaking paint across her face by accident. "Oh shoot! I didn't realize that I had paint on my hands still!"

Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

“So, um….” Ace blinked rapidly for a second, trying to remember what she had wanted to say.

“ Yes?” Shaun asked, looking over at her with a smile, uncertain of what she was going to ask.

She made a frustrated noise, “I forgot.”

Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

"So, um...." Ace blinked rapidly for a second, trying to remember what she had wanted to say.

Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

“A little, I guess,” she answered.

“ That’s good. Have you ever thought of going to therapy?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t usually like talking to people.”

Shaun paused and thought about it. “ Not talking to a single person or multiple people?” He asked.

“Um. Both, sort of,” she answered, “I was bullied a lot in school so I usually have problems when I’m speaking to people.”

Shaun looked over at her. “ Well, it does seem that would make it difficult to talk with people. Is it everyone or just certain people?” He asked.

“Mostly everyone. Sometimes I’ll meet someone that I can talk to without that many problems. Kind of like you, actually!” Ace admitted, “you’re really easy to talk to.”

Shaun still wondered why he was so easy for people to talk too. All he did was speak honestly and openly. “ Is there a reason why I’m so easy to talk to you?” He asked curiously.

Ace shrugged and scuffed her shoe against the sidewalk. “I dunno. You just… are.”

Shaun looked over at her and shrugged. Maybe he never would. “ Okay, I guess that makes sense.”

“I just. I like you. So that’s probably why,” she admitted with a sudden burst of confidence.

Shaun looked over at her before he decided to ask. “ Like me as a friend or as more?” He asked, slightly confused.

Ace started stammering and blushing bright red, embarrassed she’d been caught so quickly.

Shaun was very confused by her reaction. Did this mean she liked him more than a friend? “ I don’t understand your reaction.”

“If- if I say more than a friend and the feeling isn’t mutual, can we pretend we didn’t have this conversation?” Ace asked, her voice squeaky.

“ I don’t think that is a healthy coping mechanism, but sure,” he said, not knowing if she was telling him that she liked more than a friend.

“Okay, well there’s your answer. I like you as more than a friend.” She admitted quietly.

Shaun paused before he looked at her. “ I do feel the same way… but I feel the same way about someone else too, a guy,” he said, looking down at the floor.

Ace blushed bright red. “Oh. I- sorry. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She mumbled, stepping back. “I’m- I’m gonna go home now and work on your painting.”

Shaun looked down at the sidewalk some more. Just a few days ago, he hadn’t even considered a relationship and now here he was with two people liking him and him liking them back. “ Okay, maybe we can talk later…. I do like you too,” he repeated again.

Ace nodded and slowly walked back to the apartment building, choosing to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

Shaun didn’t know what to say as he headed back up to his apartment, taking the elevator and waiting for Ace to come to his room.

Ace painted for hours, not really sleeping. She wouldn’t have been sleeping anyways, not with her nightmares being as bad as they were. When she finally finished the painting she knocked on Shaun’s door, looking half asleep and sporting random paint splatters in her hair and on her face, neck, and arms.

Shaun tinkered with the drawer in his apartment, as it had started to squeak again and he couldn’t sleep while he did that. He took a deep breath and looked over for a brief moment and answered the door. “ Is the paint in your hair mean you are done with my painting?” He asked, noticing that she looked tired. “ Are you tired?”

Ace held the painting up with a triumphant smile. “Yes I’m done with the painting!” She answered. “And yes, I’m very tired, but I haven’t been sleeping much anyways so it’s okay!”

Shaun smiled back at her. “ It didn’t seem you too long to make it. It might be good to try and get some sleep then. Maybe sleeping somewhere else will help you with that,” he said, gesturing for her to come in.

“It took fifteen hours,” she admitted. “I don’t wanna impose. I just wanted to get your painting to you.”

Shaun had actually lost track of time at some point, so he hadn’t realized it had been fifteen hours. “ You would not be imposing to come in,” he said to her.

Ace chewed on her lip for a moment before she stepped into the apartment. "Thank you," she murmured.

Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

“A little, I guess,” she answered.

“ That’s good. Have you ever thought of going to therapy?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t usually like talking to people.”

Shaun paused and thought about it. “ Not talking to a single person or multiple people?” He asked.

“Um. Both, sort of,” she answered, “I was bullied a lot in school so I usually have problems when I’m speaking to people.”

Shaun looked over at her. “ Well, it does seem that would make it difficult to talk with people. Is it everyone or just certain people?” He asked.

“Mostly everyone. Sometimes I’ll meet someone that I can talk to without that many problems. Kind of like you, actually!” Ace admitted, “you’re really easy to talk to.”

Shaun still wondered why he was so easy for people to talk too. All he did was speak honestly and openly. “ Is there a reason why I’m so easy to talk to you?” He asked curiously.

Ace shrugged and scuffed her shoe against the sidewalk. “I dunno. You just… are.”

Shaun looked over at her and shrugged. Maybe he never would. “ Okay, I guess that makes sense.”

“I just. I like you. So that’s probably why,” she admitted with a sudden burst of confidence.

Shaun looked over at her before he decided to ask. “ Like me as a friend or as more?” He asked, slightly confused.

Ace started stammering and blushing bright red, embarrassed she’d been caught so quickly.

Shaun was very confused by her reaction. Did this mean she liked him more than a friend? “ I don’t understand your reaction.”

“If- if I say more than a friend and the feeling isn’t mutual, can we pretend we didn’t have this conversation?” Ace asked, her voice squeaky.

“ I don’t think that is a healthy coping mechanism, but sure,” he said, not knowing if she was telling him that she liked more than a friend.

“Okay, well there’s your answer. I like you as more than a friend.” She admitted quietly.

Shaun paused before he looked at her. “ I do feel the same way… but I feel the same way about someone else too, a guy,” he said, looking down at the floor.

Ace blushed bright red. “Oh. I- sorry. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She mumbled, stepping back. “I’m- I’m gonna go home now and work on your painting.”

Ace nodded and slowly walked back to the apartment building, choosing to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

Shaun didn’t know what to say as he headed back up to his apartment, taking the elevator and waiting for Ace to come to his room.

Ace held the painting up with a triumphant smile. “Yes I’m done with the painting!” She answered. “And yes, I’m very tired, but I haven’t been sleeping much anyways so it’s okay!”

"It took fifteen hours," she admitted. "I don't wanna impose. I just wanted to get your painting to you."

Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

“A little, I guess,” she answered.

“ That’s good. Have you ever thought of going to therapy?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t usually like talking to people.”

Shaun paused and thought about it. “ Not talking to a single person or multiple people?” He asked.

“Um. Both, sort of,” she answered, “I was bullied a lot in school so I usually have problems when I’m speaking to people.”

Shaun looked over at her. “ Well, it does seem that would make it difficult to talk with people. Is it everyone or just certain people?” He asked.

“Mostly everyone. Sometimes I’ll meet someone that I can talk to without that many problems. Kind of like you, actually!” Ace admitted, “you’re really easy to talk to.”

Shaun still wondered why he was so easy for people to talk too. All he did was speak honestly and openly. “ Is there a reason why I’m so easy to talk to you?” He asked curiously.

Ace shrugged and scuffed her shoe against the sidewalk. “I dunno. You just… are.”

Shaun looked over at her and shrugged. Maybe he never would. “ Okay, I guess that makes sense.”

“I just. I like you. So that’s probably why,” she admitted with a sudden burst of confidence.

Shaun looked over at her before he decided to ask. “ Like me as a friend or as more?” He asked, slightly confused.

Ace started stammering and blushing bright red, embarrassed she’d been caught so quickly.

Shaun was very confused by her reaction. Did this mean she liked him more than a friend? “ I don’t understand your reaction.”

“If- if I say more than a friend and the feeling isn’t mutual, can we pretend we didn’t have this conversation?” Ace asked, her voice squeaky.

“ I don’t think that is a healthy coping mechanism, but sure,” he said, not knowing if she was telling him that she liked more than a friend.

“Okay, well there’s your answer. I like you as more than a friend.” She admitted quietly.

Shaun paused before he looked at her. “ I do feel the same way… but I feel the same way about someone else too, a guy,” he said, looking down at the floor.

Ace blushed bright red. “Oh. I- sorry. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She mumbled, stepping back. “I’m- I’m gonna go home now and work on your painting.”

Ace nodded and slowly walked back to the apartment building, choosing to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

Shaun didn’t know what to say as he headed back up to his apartment, taking the elevator and waiting for Ace to come to his room.

Ace held the painting up with a triumphant smile. "Yes I'm done with the painting!" She answered. "And yes, I'm very tired, but I haven't been sleeping much anyways so it's okay!"

Shaun frowned as he looked over at her. “ What happened to your paintings?” He asked.

“A little, I guess,” she answered.

“ That’s good. Have you ever thought of going to therapy?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t usually like talking to people.”

Shaun paused and thought about it. “ Not talking to a single person or multiple people?” He asked.

“Um. Both, sort of,” she answered, “I was bullied a lot in school so I usually have problems when I’m speaking to people.”

Shaun looked over at her. “ Well, it does seem that would make it difficult to talk with people. Is it everyone or just certain people?” He asked.

“Mostly everyone. Sometimes I’ll meet someone that I can talk to without that many problems. Kind of like you, actually!” Ace admitted, “you’re really easy to talk to.”

Shaun still wondered why he was so easy for people to talk too. All he did was speak honestly and openly. “ Is there a reason why I’m so easy to talk to you?” He asked curiously.

Ace shrugged and scuffed her shoe against the sidewalk. “I dunno. You just… are.”

Shaun looked over at her and shrugged. Maybe he never would. “ Okay, I guess that makes sense.”

“I just. I like you. So that’s probably why,” she admitted with a sudden burst of confidence.

Shaun looked over at her before he decided to ask. “ Like me as a friend or as more?” He asked, slightly confused.

Ace started stammering and blushing bright red, embarrassed she’d been caught so quickly.

Shaun was very confused by her reaction. Did this mean she liked him more than a friend? “ I don’t understand your reaction.”

“If- if I say more than a friend and the feeling isn’t mutual, can we pretend we didn’t have this conversation?” Ace asked, her voice squeaky.

“ I don’t think that is a healthy coping mechanism, but sure,” he said, not knowing if she was telling him that she liked more than a friend.

“Okay, well there’s your answer. I like you as more than a friend.” She admitted quietly.

Shaun paused before he looked at her. “ I do feel the same way… but I feel the same way about someone else too, a guy,” he said, looking down at the floor.

Ace blushed bright red. “Oh. I- sorry. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She mumbled, stepping back. “I’m- I’m gonna go home now and work on your painting.”

Ace nodded and slowly walked back to the apartment building, choosing to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

Shaun didn’t know what to say as he headed back up to his apartment, taking the elevator and waiting for Ace to come to his room.

Ace painted for hours, not really sleeping. She wouldn't have been sleeping anyways, not with her nightmares being as bad as they were. When she finally finished the painting she knocked on Shaun's door, looking half asleep and sporting random paint splatters in her hair and on her face, neck, and arms.

“If you say so sweetheart,” Neil chuckled as he snugglec Ace close, gently pressing a kiss to her temple.

“God you have no idea. I hate being in the hospital,” Ace mumbled.

“I’m sorry you don’t like being here. I wish I could do something to help,” Neil sighed softly as he pulled Ace into a hug.

“You being with me makes it better.” Ace snuggled into his side and hummed a little.

“Well, I’m glad I could help, even if it’s just the tiniest bit,” Neil smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Ace’s head.

She hummed again and twisted to kiss him then yelped in pain.

“Don’t make any sharp movements, I don’t want you to tear your stitches,” Neil scolded Ace gently as he got up to inspect her side.

“I think I did already,” she grumbled, grimacing.

“Shit. I’m going to page Claire and Jared and have them redo your stitches,” Neil swore softly as he hit the page button for his residents.

“No-!” Ace protested, grimacing more.

“Yes, beautiful. I don’t want you to bleed out because your stitches tore,” Neil stated firmly as he got up to check her dressing.

Ace grumbled unintelligibly and moved so he could check the dressing then stayed how she was so Claire and Jared could fix the stitches.

“Oooh, yup. Those are definitely torn, let’s hope that they are healed enough that they can just numb up the area before redoing them,” Neil sighed softly before he waved Jared and Claire in.

Ace gritted her teeth and looked away while Claire redid the stitches.

“You’re doing amazing, just keep breathing. It’s almost done with,” Neil whispered soothingly as he ran his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on Neil’s fingers going through her hair to stay calm.

“That’s it. There we go. You’re all done sweetheart,” Neil whispered a few minutes later when the stitches were done.

Ace sighed and relaxed a little, keeping her eyes closed. “I wanna go home,” she muttered.

“I know, but you need to be here until your pain is under control,” Neil reminded her gently.

Ace grumbled and hid her face against her pillow.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I know you just want to get out of here,” Neil soothed as he kissed her hair.

“It’s-… I’m…. It’s fine,” Ace muttered. “How’re you feeling?”

“My chest is still pretty sore and I’m still congested, but there’s nothing I can really do for it,” Neil admitted with a sigh.

Ace frowned a little and scooted over then motioned for him to sit by her.

Neil smiled as he settled into the spot next to her and laid his head on her shoulder with a yawn.

Ace tried to wrap her arms around him, sort of succeeded, and kissed his forehead. “You can sleep if you want,” she murmured.

“But I’d rather be awake incase you need me,” Neil explained with another yawn and a cough.

“If I promise to try to sleep will you sleep?” Ace asked, rubbing his back as best as she could.

“I guess I could give it a shot, I am pretty exhausted,” Neil admitted with a blush.

Ace smiled a little and snuggled close to him. “Then sleep darling.”

“Okay, I guess I could try to get at least a little sleep,” Neil finally agreed.

#three days til tgd starts again #dr neil melendez

She smiled in satisfaction. "Thank you."

“If you say so sweetheart,” Neil chuckled as he snugglec Ace close, gently pressing a kiss to her temple.

“God you have no idea. I hate being in the hospital,” Ace mumbled.

“I’m sorry you don’t like being here. I wish I could do something to help,” Neil sighed softly as he pulled Ace into a hug.

“You being with me makes it better.” Ace snuggled into his side and hummed a little.

“Well, I’m glad I could help, even if it’s just the tiniest bit,” Neil smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Ace’s head.

She hummed again and twisted to kiss him then yelped in pain.

“Don’t make any sharp movements, I don’t want you to tear your stitches,” Neil scolded Ace gently as he got up to inspect her side.

“I think I did already,” she grumbled, grimacing.

“Shit. I’m going to page Claire and Jared and have them redo your stitches,” Neil swore softly as he hit the page button for his residents.

“No-!” Ace protested, grimacing more.

“Yes, beautiful. I don’t want you to bleed out because your stitches tore,” Neil stated firmly as he got up to check her dressing.

Ace grumbled unintelligibly and moved so he could check the dressing then stayed how she was so Claire and Jared could fix the stitches.

“Oooh, yup. Those are definitely torn, let’s hope that they are healed enough that they can just numb up the area before redoing them,” Neil sighed softly before he waved Jared and Claire in.

Ace gritted her teeth and looked away while Claire redid the stitches.

“You’re doing amazing, just keep breathing. It’s almost done with,” Neil whispered soothingly as he ran his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on Neil’s fingers going through her hair to stay calm.

“That’s it. There we go. You’re all done sweetheart,” Neil whispered a few minutes later when the stitches were done.

Ace sighed and relaxed a little, keeping her eyes closed. “I wanna go home,” she muttered.

“I know, but you need to be here until your pain is under control,” Neil reminded her gently.

Ace grumbled and hid her face against her pillow.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I know you just want to get out of here,” Neil soothed as he kissed her hair.

“It’s-… I’m…. It’s fine,” Ace muttered. “How’re you feeling?”

“My chest is still pretty sore and I’m still congested, but there’s nothing I can really do for it,” Neil admitted with a sigh.

Ace frowned a little and scooted over then motioned for him to sit by her.

Neil smiled as he settled into the spot next to her and laid his head on her shoulder with a yawn.

Ace tried to wrap her arms around him, sort of succeeded, and kissed his forehead. “You can sleep if you want,” she murmured.

“But I’d rather be awake incase you need me,” Neil explained with another yawn and a cough.

“If I promise to try to sleep will you sleep?” Ace asked, rubbing his back as best as she could.

“I guess I could give it a shot, I am pretty exhausted,” Neil admitted with a blush.

#dr neil melendez #yay!!!

Ace smiled a little and snuggled close to him. "Then sleep darling."

“If you say so sweetheart,” Neil chuckled as he snugglec Ace close, gently pressing a kiss to her temple.

“God you have no idea. I hate being in the hospital,” Ace mumbled.

“I’m sorry you don’t like being here. I wish I could do something to help,” Neil sighed softly as he pulled Ace into a hug.

“You being with me makes it better.” Ace snuggled into his side and hummed a little.

“Well, I’m glad I could help, even if it’s just the tiniest bit,” Neil smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Ace’s head.

She hummed again and twisted to kiss him then yelped in pain.

“Don’t make any sharp movements, I don’t want you to tear your stitches,” Neil scolded Ace gently as he got up to inspect her side.

“I think I did already,” she grumbled, grimacing.

“Shit. I’m going to page Claire and Jared and have them redo your stitches,” Neil swore softly as he hit the page button for his residents.

“No-!” Ace protested, grimacing more.

“Yes, beautiful. I don’t want you to bleed out because your stitches tore,” Neil stated firmly as he got up to check her dressing.

Ace grumbled unintelligibly and moved so he could check the dressing then stayed how she was so Claire and Jared could fix the stitches.

“Oooh, yup. Those are definitely torn, let’s hope that they are healed enough that they can just numb up the area before redoing them,” Neil sighed softly before he waved Jared and Claire in.

Ace gritted her teeth and looked away while Claire redid the stitches.

“You’re doing amazing, just keep breathing. It’s almost done with,” Neil whispered soothingly as he ran his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on Neil’s fingers going through her hair to stay calm.

“That’s it. There we go. You’re all done sweetheart,” Neil whispered a few minutes later when the stitches were done.

Ace sighed and relaxed a little, keeping her eyes closed. “I wanna go home,” she muttered.

“I know, but you need to be here until your pain is under control,” Neil reminded her gently.

Ace grumbled and hid her face against her pillow.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I know you just want to get out of here,” Neil soothed as he kissed her hair.

“It’s-… I’m…. It’s fine,” Ace muttered. “How’re you feeling?”

“My chest is still pretty sore and I’m still congested, but there’s nothing I can really do for it,” Neil admitted with a sigh.

Ace frowned a little and scooted over then motioned for him to sit by her.

Neil smiled as he settled into the spot next to her and laid his head on her shoulder with a yawn.

Ace tried to wrap her arms around him, sort of succeeded, and kissed his forehead. “You can sleep if you want,” she murmured.

“But I’d rather be awake incase you need me,” Neil explained with another yawn and a cough.

#dr neil melendez #dude don't worry about the late reply its fine #i hope you have fun with school!!#i think i might be going back in October

"If I promise to try to sleep will you sleep?" Ace asked, rubbing his back as best as she could.

“If you say so sweetheart,” Neil chuckled as he snugglec Ace close, gently pressing a kiss to her temple.

“God you have no idea. I hate being in the hospital,” Ace mumbled.

“I’m sorry you don’t like being here. I wish I could do something to help,” Neil sighed softly as he pulled Ace into a hug.

“You being with me makes it better.” Ace snuggled into his side and hummed a little.

“Well, I’m glad I could help, even if it’s just the tiniest bit,” Neil smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Ace’s head.

She hummed again and twisted to kiss him then yelped in pain.

“Don’t make any sharp movements, I don’t want you to tear your stitches,” Neil scolded Ace gently as he got up to inspect her side.

“I think I did already,” she grumbled, grimacing.

“Shit. I’m going to page Claire and Jared and have them redo your stitches,” Neil swore softly as he hit the page button for his residents.

“No-!” Ace protested, grimacing more.

“Yes, beautiful. I don’t want you to bleed out because your stitches tore,” Neil stated firmly as he got up to check her dressing.

Ace grumbled unintelligibly and moved so he could check the dressing then stayed how she was so Claire and Jared could fix the stitches.

“Oooh, yup. Those are definitely torn, let’s hope that they are healed enough that they can just numb up the area before redoing them,” Neil sighed softly before he waved Jared and Claire in.

Ace gritted her teeth and looked away while Claire redid the stitches.

“You’re doing amazing, just keep breathing. It’s almost done with,” Neil whispered soothingly as he ran his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on Neil’s fingers going through her hair to stay calm.

“That’s it. There we go. You’re all done sweetheart,” Neil whispered a few minutes later when the stitches were done.

Ace sighed and relaxed a little, keeping her eyes closed. “I wanna go home,” she muttered.

“I know, but you need to be here until your pain is under control,” Neil reminded her gently.

Ace grumbled and hid her face against her pillow.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I know you just want to get out of here,” Neil soothed as he kissed her hair.

“It’s-… I’m…. It’s fine,” Ace muttered. “How’re you feeling?”

“My chest is still pretty sore and I’m still congested, but there’s nothing I can really do for it,” Neil admitted with a sigh.

Ace frowned a little and scooted over then motioned for him to sit by her.

Neil smiled as he settled into the spot next to her and laid his head on her shoulder with a yawn.

#that's okay!#i start school again in October #dr neil melendez

Ace tried to wrap her arms around him, sort of succeeded, and kissed his forehead. "You can sleep if you want," she murmured.

“If you say so sweetheart,” Neil chuckled as he snugglec Ace close, gently pressing a kiss to her temple.

“God you have no idea. I hate being in the hospital,” Ace mumbled.

“I’m sorry you don’t like being here. I wish I could do something to help,” Neil sighed softly as he pulled Ace into a hug.

“You being with me makes it better.” Ace snuggled into his side and hummed a little.

“Well, I’m glad I could help, even if it’s just the tiniest bit,” Neil smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Ace’s head.

She hummed again and twisted to kiss him then yelped in pain.

“Don’t make any sharp movements, I don’t want you to tear your stitches,” Neil scolded Ace gently as he got up to inspect her side.

“I think I did already,” she grumbled, grimacing.

“Shit. I’m going to page Claire and Jared and have them redo your stitches,” Neil swore softly as he hit the page button for his residents.

“No-!” Ace protested, grimacing more.

“Yes, beautiful. I don’t want you to bleed out because your stitches tore,” Neil stated firmly as he got up to check her dressing.

Ace grumbled unintelligibly and moved so he could check the dressing then stayed how she was so Claire and Jared could fix the stitches.

“Oooh, yup. Those are definitely torn, let’s hope that they are healed enough that they can just numb up the area before redoing them,” Neil sighed softly before he waved Jared and Claire in.

Ace gritted her teeth and looked away while Claire redid the stitches.

“You’re doing amazing, just keep breathing. It’s almost done with,” Neil whispered soothingly as he ran his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on Neil’s fingers going through her hair to stay calm.

“That’s it. There we go. You’re all done sweetheart,” Neil whispered a few minutes later when the stitches were done.

Ace sighed and relaxed a little, keeping her eyes closed. “I wanna go home,” she muttered.

“I know, but you need to be here until your pain is under control,” Neil reminded her gently.

Ace grumbled and hid her face against her pillow.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I know you just want to get out of here,” Neil soothed as he kissed her hair.

“It’s-… I’m…. It’s fine,” Ace muttered. “How’re you feeling?”

“My chest is still pretty sore and I’m still congested, but there’s nothing I can really do for it,” Neil admitted with a sigh.

Ace frowned a little and scooted over then motioned for him to sit by her.

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“If you say so sweetheart,” Neil chuckled as he snugglec Ace close, gently pressing a kiss to her temple.

“God you have no idea. I hate being in the hospital,” Ace mumbled.

“I’m sorry you don’t like being here. I wish I could do something to help,” Neil sighed softly as he pulled Ace into a hug.

“You being with me makes it better.” Ace snuggled into his side and hummed a little.

“Well, I’m glad I could help, even if it’s just the tiniest bit,” Neil smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Ace’s head.

She hummed again and twisted to kiss him then yelped in pain.

“Don’t make any sharp movements, I don’t want you to tear your stitches,” Neil scolded Ace gently as he got up to inspect her side.

“I think I did already,” she grumbled, grimacing.

“Shit. I’m going to page Claire and Jared and have them redo your stitches,” Neil swore softly as he hit the page button for his residents.

“No-!” Ace protested, grimacing more.

“Yes, beautiful. I don’t want you to bleed out because your stitches tore,” Neil stated firmly as he got up to check her dressing.

Ace grumbled unintelligibly and moved so he could check the dressing then stayed how she was so Claire and Jared could fix the stitches.

“Oooh, yup. Those are definitely torn, let’s hope that they are healed enough that they can just numb up the area before redoing them,” Neil sighed softly before he waved Jared and Claire in.

Ace gritted her teeth and looked away while Claire redid the stitches.

“You’re doing amazing, just keep breathing. It’s almost done with,” Neil whispered soothingly as he ran his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on Neil’s fingers going through her hair to stay calm.

“That’s it. There we go. You’re all done sweetheart,” Neil whispered a few minutes later when the stitches were done.

Ace sighed and relaxed a little, keeping her eyes closed. “I wanna go home,” she muttered.

“I know, but you need to be here until your pain is under control,” Neil reminded her gently.

Ace grumbled and hid her face against her pillow.

“I’m sorry beautiful, I know you just want to get out of here,” Neil soothed as he kissed her hair.

"It's-... I'm.... It's fine," Ace muttered. "How're you feeling?"

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“If you say so sweetheart,” Neil chuckled as he snugglec Ace close, gently pressing a kiss to her temple.

“God you have no idea. I hate being in the hospital,” Ace mumbled.

“I’m sorry you don’t like being here. I wish I could do something to help,” Neil sighed softly as he pulled Ace into a hug.

“You being with me makes it better.” Ace snuggled into his side and hummed a little.

“Well, I’m glad I could help, even if it’s just the tiniest bit,” Neil smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Ace’s head.

She hummed again and twisted to kiss him then yelped in pain.

“Don’t make any sharp movements, I don’t want you to tear your stitches,” Neil scolded Ace gently as he got up to inspect her side.

“I think I did already,” she grumbled, grimacing.

“Shit. I’m going to page Claire and Jared and have them redo your stitches,” Neil swore softly as he hit the page button for his residents.

“No-!” Ace protested, grimacing more.

“Yes, beautiful. I don’t want you to bleed out because your stitches tore,” Neil stated firmly as he got up to check her dressing.

Ace grumbled unintelligibly and moved so he could check the dressing then stayed how she was so Claire and Jared could fix the stitches.

“Oooh, yup. Those are definitely torn, let’s hope that they are healed enough that they can just numb up the area before redoing them,” Neil sighed softly before he waved Jared and Claire in.

Ace gritted her teeth and looked away while Claire redid the stitches.

“You’re doing amazing, just keep breathing. It’s almost done with,” Neil whispered soothingly as he ran his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on Neil’s fingers going through her hair to stay calm.

“That’s it. There we go. You’re all done sweetheart,” Neil whispered a few minutes later when the stitches were done.

Ace sighed and relaxed a little, keeping her eyes closed. “I wanna go home,” she muttered.

“I know, but you need to be here until your pain is under control,” Neil reminded her gently.