Pretty Girl - John Carter
pairing: reader x john carter
summary: john forgets that you're dating after he's had his wisdom teeth pulled.
warnings: fluff, swearing
words: 970
a/n: hope this is okay, anon, so sorry this is late thank you for the request! he's just so prettyyyyyyy! hope everyone enjoys this one! xo
“Shit,” you sigh as you check your watch and saw that it was 3:15pm. You quickly grab your things and shove them in your bag, wincing as the chair scrapes against the wooden floor. You mouth an apology to the librarian as she shushes you.
“Where are you going?” your friend Liz asked you as she logged off the computer.
“Gotta go, John’s having his wisdom teeth out.”
“Oh yeah, I thought he wasn’t going in till half 3, it’s only quarter past.”
She was right, but it was the dead of winter in Chicago, the roads would be pretty busy with gritters. You were also paranoid that your shitty old car wasn’t going to start, you made a mental note to look into getting a new one.
“Yeah, but I don’t wanna get held up and I don’t want John to be sat there on his own while he’s loopy on pain meds.”
“Fair enough,” Liz laughed, “see you on Friday night for girl’s night?”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” you grinned as you hugged her, kissing her cheek before leaving the library.
Just as you had expected, the traffic was awful and what should have been a 15-minute drive turned into a 45-minute drive. Doug Ross greeted you as you walked into the ER, shivering from the cold.
“Hey, there she is. Right on time.”
“Oh good,” you laugh, rubbing your hands together, “was panicking that I was gonna be late, traffic was a nightmare.”
“Benton, this is Y/N. Carter’s girlfriend.”
The older man looked at you almost like he was scanning you. John had told you all about him as he was working under him. He looked you up and down, “you’re Carter’s girlfriend, huh? You’re not what I imagined.”
Before you could ask him what he meant, Dr Greene grabbed you as he walked past, “hey, he’s all done, I’m just gonna go and get him a discharge form. He’s in the first room on the left.”
“Thanks Mark,” you smile as you walk down the corridor and into the room that Mark had directed you to.
It was pretty noisy in the room and it took you a little while to find the right bed. When you found him, your heart melted, he looked so cute sat on the edge of the bed, his cheeks slightly swollen and his eyes glazed over. He seemed to perk up, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he saw you walk in.
“Hi, you okay?”
“Uh huh,” he smiled like a loon, his speech slightly slurred, barely concealing a gasp as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Dr Greene has gone to get a discharge form,” you say as you sit next to him, making sure he had all his things.
“I’m a doctor too, y’know,” he puffed out his chest, making you laugh. It must have been handy for John, getting dental surgery done at the hospital he worked at.
“Yeah, I know,” you spot Mark coming back with the discharge form, “come on, let’s get your stuff together so I can take you home.”
John blinked those puppy dog eyes at you, “you’re taking me home?”
“Yeah, of course, babe,” you say, distracted as Mark gives you the pain medication, “come on, Johnny.”
At your words, he instantly gets to his feet and he’s at your heels like a lost puppy, barely saying a word to his colleagues as you take him out to the car. All the way home, he gazed at you as his hand clung to yours.
You heated up some tomato soup for him when you got back to the apartment, placing it on the coffee table in front of him as you flicked the TV on. As John ate his soup, he kept on stealing little glances at you, almost as if he was in awe.
“You’re like so, so pretty,” he mumbles, leaning his head back against the couch as he looked at you, “just wish I knew who you were.”
You fought hard to smother a giggle, “you wanna know a secret?” you ask and he nodded at you, his eyes as big as saucers, “well,” you started as you straddled his waist. John’s eyes practically popped out of his head as you did this, as he gripped your hips, his fingertips pressing into your skin lightly, “I’m your girlfriend,” you whisper as you press a soft kiss to his lips.
The gasp he makes against your lips confirmed your suspicions and he pulled back slightly to look you in the eyes, “you’re my girlfriend? Really?”
“Really?” you affirmed.
His face lit up, “damn, I got the prettiest girl ever,” he mumbles as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing small kisses to your skin, “so damn pretty. Prettiest girl alive.”
As it turns out, the pain meds not also made him loopy but it made him drowsy as well, John wandered off to the bedroom to take a little nap, demanding kisses as you tucked him up in bed, stroking his hair. He remerges at around 7pm when you’re making dinner, his hair is a mess and he’s got marks on his face from the pillow, he slept good by the looks of it.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
He groaned as he wraps his arms around you from behind, “like shit,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “I didn’t do anything embarrassing did I?”
You giggle as you lace your fingers through his, “well, you kinda forgot who I was.”
“Oh no,” he whines and you can feel his pout against your shoulder, “embarrassing.”
“You were adorable, and a little pathetic.”
“You’re a pain in my ass.”
“But you love me.”
“I do,” he’s silent for a moment, “thank you for looking after me, pretty girl.”
