A/N Just a little drabble part of @jtargaryen18 30 days of Chris challenge while I finish some other WIPs. My masterlist is here.
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The hospital room is bright, the smell of disinfection clings to the furniture. “I can’t do this. I can deal with the pain. I’m right-handed anyway” you whine sinking lower in the chair. You refused to sit on the hospital bed, not wanting to feel like a patient. Even though you were wearing two hospital gowns, one open in the front, the other in back with grey hospital socks on your feet. For some reason, the nurse made you put on a pair of white stretchy underwear. You’ve been avoiding this day for a long time, cursing that car accident that messed up your left shoulder.
“You can barely use the arm, Y/N” Chris says gently in the chair next to you.
“They are going to slash into my shoulder, what if something goes wrong, like they cut something wrong and then I can’t move my arm at all” you start to rant, “What if I get an infection and then die from sepsis, what if they cut the arm off completely and then I have one arm Chris”.
“Y/N” he groans, holding your hand.
“You know what, if I die,” turning to point your finger in his face, “I’m not going into the light. Oh, no Christopher, Imma haunt you”.
He’s biting his bottom lip, face turning red as he holds in his laughter. You glare at him, “I dare you, I dare you to laugh right now”
He laughs and after a minute of pouting ,so do you.
Calming down, you lean your head against his shoulder, “I’m really scared, Chris”
He strokes your head, “I know, babe, but you need to get this done, it’s been two years of pain”. He stands up and sits on the bed. “C’mere”
You shake your head. He pats the stretcher. You shake your head again. He smiles and pats his lap. Rolling your eyes, you sit on his lap. He holds you until Brittany, the nurse comes in to put in your IV.
They make you lay in the stretcher, he kisses you before you’re taken to the operating room. You watch the ceiling roll by as they bring you into the large cold room. Fear in the pit of your stomach as you go over everything that can go wrong. The anesthesiologist tries to joke with you, but you just stare until he sets up the anesthesia. The last thing you remember is staring at a ceiling while counting backwards from 100.
***
You feel groggy as you wake up, pain shooting from your shoulder. “Ow” you cry out. Brittany walks over, “how are you doing, Y/N” she asks as she checks the bandage on your shoulder.
“It hurts, I can’t move it” as you look over at the large bandage covering your shoulder.
“You’re not supposed to” she says she reaches into a drawer, “this will help” placing something into your IV. “You’ll feel better soon”. And then you’re out again.
You wake up later, still groggy and in pain. You’re back in the first room, Chris is sitting on the chair beside your bed, on his phone. You notice the black sling on your arm. Your arm feels heavy, numb like it doesn’t belong to you anymore.
“Chris”
He’s at your side, “Hey babe, how are you feeling, you okay?”
“Weird, its hurts but its numb at the same time”.
He kisses your forehead. “ It went great, babe and they said the block is going to wear off in six hours so that numbness will go away, but’s going to hurt more, so we’ll pick up your prescriptions once we leave”.
****
After leaving the hospital with your discharge instructions, Chris picks up your favorite ice cream and prescriptions. You sleep during the ride home, waking up to him carrying you in the house.
After a quiet dinner, you get ready for bed. Chris has been helpful this entire time, but now he’s becoming a little to helpful.
“Christopher, I can wash myself, if you don’t get” you jokingly threaten him with your good hand.
He puts his hands up in mock surrender, backing away but leaving the bathroom door open. “Just in case babe”
You shake your head and get undressed, aware that he’s staring at you, “Christopher, go away”
“Just in case” he smirks.
After you manage a one-handed shower, you quickly figure out that he’s going to have to help you with your bras. Somehow you’re able to get on a pair of panties and a t-shirt. You’re standing in front of the bathroom mirror looking at your hair. You’ve been so worried about your arm, you forget to think about how you were going to do your hair. You start to cry, its been such a long day and you can’t even do your own hair.
“Hey, Y/N, what wrong”. He comes up behind you, hugging you. “Are you in pain?”
“Yes, but that’s not it” you cry gesturing to your thick ponytail, “I can’t do my hair with one hand”.
He turns you around, wiping off your face, “Y/N, I’ve been practicing”
“What” you ask
“I know how important your hair is and I know how long it takes for you do it, so I’ve been practicing” He says proudly as he tugs on a curl. “I found some videos and I practiced”
Tilting your head, you look up at him. “Practiced on what”
He grins sheepishly, “Um, I bought a doll”
What. Oh, he’s serious. You burst out laugh, “Show me”. You’re almost on the floor in tears when he brings out the life sized doll head, the poor hair coated in styling gel . You take a closer look and see that the bun is not bad. “Okay Evans, go on”
He takes you to your bedroom and sits you down on the bed. He takes all of your products out of the bathroom setting them beside you. You bite your tongue and decide to let him take the lead, watching in the bedroom mirror as he carefully handles your curls. He’s heavy handed with your leave in conditioner, making you cringe when he wipes the extra on his shirt. Still you smile at the determination on his face, as he focuses on coaxing your curls into your nighttime style. You’re impressed that he took the initiative and he did a decent job, eh, an okay job.
“Just for that, you’re gonna get some tonight” you tease as he ties the scarf around your head.
“Hell yeah and wait till you see this updo I learned for you”.
“Aww” you say, kissing him as you mentally plan to make an appointment to get braids put in.
