Summary: a series of unfortunate events that have happened to you, a resident with a sarcastic inner voice, on a day that is considered unlucky. But you never believed that. The day tested your patience and your actions tested Abbot's patience.
Word count: 5.5k
Notes: just a silly little piece i wrote! the first three incidents were inspired by things that have happened to me during my career. Although unfortunately in my case Jack Abbot wasn't there for it lol.
thank you to the kind @neverendingdreamers for the inspo on how to end this fic!
Trigger warning: medical settings, medical inaccuracies, mention of sexual assault, mention of nail guns, injury, claustrophobia and shit lots of swear words
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Friday 13th was the day the entire nation, hell even the whole universe feared. The day when logic seemed to disappear, and people began believing all sorts of strange things. But not for you. For you, Friday the 13th was just another day.
“How was the day shift?” You asked Santos.
“Same shit different day. The world keeps on spinning and we… shit not keep up with charting. Hey Robby” she waved awkwardly at Robby and quickly ran off to a computer “Good luck to you my friend because it is Friday the 13th for another… five hours.”
You rolled your eyes at her so hard you almost knocked yourself over. “You don’t believe this shit do you?”
“Of course not. Until I had a man flatline and mumble at me all the same time”
“I’m sure that’s not true” You paused “is it?”
She shrugged.
You let out a sigh and went to find someone else who was more helpful. “Ah — just the guy. Langdon anything I need to know about the day shift? Santos wasn’t much help”
“Huh, really?” His tone had a sprinkle of sarcasm to it. What was up with everyone today. You wondered“But no, nothing exciting. It was calm actually.”
“Calm before the storm!” Robby said excitedly as he passed by. The man was everywhere.
“Great thanks for nothing everyone!” You said.
You were in a bad mood from the second you woke up this morning. Everything that should’ve gone right went sideways. You didn’t blame it on the day, no. You didn’t believe any of the shit about Friday the 13th. It was the damn heat. That sticky, suffocating weather that made everything worse. You hated being hot.
Abbot had now turned up, you thought great. You knew he was going to be asking ‘what’s wrong’ and you couldn’t resist not telling him but not today. You needed and wanted to avoid everyone.
“Happy Friday the 13th everybody.” He said as he walked up to the hub.
You groaned and slammed your head on the counter then you gave him a thumbs up.
“What’s up with her?” He asked Lena.
She shrugged.
“Guy problems?”
“I don’t think so?”
“I’m right here you know.” You mumbled. “It’s not guy problems. I wish it was.”
You got off the chair, grabbed an iPad and picked your first patient. You saw Abbot try and walk over to you so you quickly hurried off. First patient done, then the second, then the third. You looked at your phone, how has it only been 30 fucking minutes?
You walked into the kitchen to make a hot drink. Tonight was going to be long, and caffeine was your only friend. As you poured the hot water, his voice, telling you to talk to him, made you jump out of your skin.
“Fuck!”
“Language.” Abbot said calmly.
“Don’t sneak up like that dude! Shit I’ve burnt my hand.” You ran cold water under it and took a deep breath. “Sorry I didn’t mean to swear like that.”
“Is it because it’s Friday the —“
“No, no absolutely not!” You snapped. “Everyone just needs to stop it with this bullshit. I don’t care what day it is! I open umbrellas indoors, I walk on three drains —“
“Three drains?”
“Its a British thing!” You rolled your eyes. “I walk under ladders, no one can stop me. Shit this hurts.” Your hand was burning. “I don’t think black cats are bad luck!” You continued.
“I think I got it?” He said, smiling. “I’ll go get you a burn plaster. Stay there.”
“No it’s fine I can do it. I didn’t need a hot drink anyways.”
“Tonight will be fine.” He said as he gave your shoulders a squeeze.
“I am sure it will be. Because if it isn’t I’ll be moving to Mars so I can get away from this shit.”
Abbot let out a laugh as he walked out of the room after you.
—
“Patient in Room three said he is here for a private problem.”
“What sorta problem?” You turned around raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t know doc, might be genitals related. Good luck.”
“Nope. No! Get someone else in. Shen or Abbot. Nope.”
“They’re both busy I checked.”
“You’re lying. Don’t lie to me. You know me!” You quickly said as the nursed rushed off smiling.
You let out a sigh and walked into the room.
“Mr Farro?”
“That’s me yeah.”
“I am one of the residents here. My colleague said your problem is private. What can I do for you?”
“Uh are you alright to shut the door?”
“Yeah sure. One second.” You quickly whispered to one of the nurses passing by “Keep an eye in here will you?” You shut the door and you turned back to him. “So what’s the problem?”
“My legs are so incredibly itchy.”
You couldn’t help but think, You came to the ER for itchy legs?
“Okay… how long has it been like this for?”
“Weeks, months. Actually a long time.”
“And you think this is a life threatening emergency?”
“Well… yeah.”
“How.” It was not a question.
“They got so itchy I took too many pills and uh—“
Okay so potential overdose.
“— I shot myself in the leg.”
“I beg your pardon?”
did you hear that right?
The patient pulled a nail gun out of his backpack and started waving it around the room. Your first instinct was to run, scream, anything. But you knew one wrong move and you'd have nails sticking out of your head.
“w—h—you shot yourself? With that?”
He lifted up his trousers and he had nails sticking out of his legs.
“oh— okay. I—I can help. Can you put the nail gun away maybe? Please?”
He shook his head.
“Okay, no problem.” You tried your best to stay calm “I just need to get some surgical equipment to um… remove the nails?”
“No you’re staying here with me.”
You nodded.
There wasn’t a silent alarm button in this room. There was no one else coming to rescue you at least not for a while.
“Mr Farro, I won’t lie to you. You waving that gun around is… scaring me.”
“Oh sorry sweetheart I didn’t mean to scare you.” He let out a laugh. “You’re one of the pretty ones. It’s other people I might shoot.”
“sh—shoot? Why”
He shrugged.
What the fuck. Your heart was racing so fast you were extremely close to passing out. You tried to swallow but your mouth had now gone dry.
“Can I take a look? At your legs?”
He shrugged again.
You put on gloves and approached him. He was laying on the bed, extremely restless and agitated. You saw track mark on his arms.
“I will need to get some stuff — I can’t remove this without the proper equipment.” You tried to steady your voice and sound completely confident.
“I just need some medicine doc. You can leave the nails in, I can pick ‘em out later.”
Your stomach turned and you pushed down a gag.
“Okay, I can get you meds. I’ll just go and put in an order. Okay?”
“Can you not do it in here?”
You shook your head.
“Don’t take too long.”
You nodded and walked slowly through the door over to the hub.
“Hey guys? Umm whats the protocol for someone having a fucking nail gun in the ER?”
“What? What do you mean?” Lena frowned.
“Patient in room three has a nail gun and he’s threatening with it. I need to go back in and stall him. You need to call the police.”
“You’re not going back in there!” Shen protested.
“Well I can’t let him leave the room with a fucking nail gun Shen!”
“Are you crazy!” Lena said as she quickly dialled 911. Shen called the security guard over “Get Abbot!” Lena added.
“Don’t draw too much attention he can see us!” You looked over and the patient was getting restless in the room. “I’m going back in. No one try and be a fucking hero.”
“You’re the one who’s trying to be a hero!” Shen snapped
“Shush!” You grabbed a saline solution syringe and walked back to the room, leaving the door open this time.
“Mr Farro I have an injection here that should help with the itching?” Your eyes glancing between the door and the patient. “You with me?”
“He used to hit me you know”
“Who?”
“My dad. Beat me up all the time. This is why I’m like this.”
“I’m sorry you went through that. People can be so cruel.”
You grabbed an alcohol swab and he flinched at your touch. He had the nail gun in his lap, not too far away from you.
You tried to take your time cleaning his arm, hoping the police would show up here soon. You weren’t too sure what would happen when they do come in. All hell might break loose and nails might literally fly everywhere.
Lena was looking at you from the hub the whole time. Abbot had now joined her — you could see her filling him in then he tried to walk into the room but she held him back. He was shaking his head, mumbling something.
“You with me doc?”
“What? Me?”
“My arm is more than clean. You’re gonna take my skin off.”
“Oh sorry. I’ve been having guy trouble recently.” You lied. “My mind keeps drifting to —“
“No offence doc I ain’t interested. Just give me the shot.”
“Yeah sure no problem. Sharp scratch?”
He nodded and closed his eyes. This was your moment.
You rested the tip of the needle on his shoulder and moved your hand slowly to the nail gun. Like lightning, you grabbed it and bolted to the door. But he was also too quick by running after you. He tried to grab you but you both tripped instead. You went flying across the hard floor, nail gun sliding in front of you. You looked over and armed police were now on top of Mr Farro. You sighed in relief.
You stayed there for a second before you noticed some very familiar shoes next to your head. You put your arm up in protest and Abbot gave you his hand and helped you up.
“Let’s… take a walk.” His tone was firm and cold. Much colder than this roasting hot ER.
You straightened your scrubs and followed him outside feeling everyone’s eyes follow you. He took you out into the ambulance bay.
“Tell me one thing.” He said calmly.
Okay maybe we are staying calm. You inner voice said.
“Are you out of your fucking mind!” He shouted. “Are you stupid!”
His voice made you flinch and you closed your eyes as you leaned against the wall.
“Well are you!”
“Please stop shouting.” You said quietly.
“No, no I won’t stop shouting. That was incredibly idiotic what you did there!”
He took a step forwards.
You swallowed. “I mean it turned out fine and —“
He took another step.
“I don’t give a fuck. He could have hurt you.” His voice had now calmed down a small bit.
“Are you done?”
“No!”
“Okay what else?”
He had now closed the distance between the two of you.
“wh—what? How are you so calm right now!”
“I guess… it hasn’t hit me yet?”
“Uh-huh!” He put his hands in the air then back down. “Fuck!”
He said with a voice that was no much softer “How would you feel if someone hurt a person you cared about? Hmm?”
“I… I don’t know. Probably do what you just did…I guess.”
“Exactly.” He whispered.
You finally had the courage to look him in the eye. You mumbled sorry and brushed your fingers slightly against his, a silent gesture that said I am okay.
He let out a defeated sigh and walked back in.
—
You looked at your phone. A few more hours, and Friday the 13th would be officially over. You weren’t sure why you were still thinking about a day you kept insisting you didn’t care about. Yet, here you were.
“Peace offering?” You handed Abbot a cup of coffee.
“Oh I would need a lot more than that.” He spat out. “I need you to not be a hero, today or any other day”
“You think I was a hero in there?” You said jokingly as you followed him.
He shot you a dirty look.
“Aw thanks Dr Abbot.”
He grabbed your arm and pulled you into an empty room. “I don’t know what goes through that pretty head of yours, but in here, you are my responsibility. Got it?” He’d now closed the distance between the two of you. Your inner voice reminded you how good looking he was when he was frustrated.
“You with me?”
You didn’t notice yourself drifting off and biting your lip as you looked at him.
“Antihero you with me?”
“Hey that’s not nice!”
“Well if I call you a hero you’re gonna get all cocky on me.”
“You’re seriously worried about me?” You smiled at him.
You sighed and dropped his shoulders down. “You really are stupid.”
He left you standing in the room trying to collect your breath and thoughts.
“Doc patient in bay 12 is an elderly lady with Alzheimer’s disease. She is convinced her daughter has kidnapper her.”
“And what would she like me to do about it? I’m not Liam Neeson and this isn't Taken.”
“She said she wants to speak with a doctor. Would you see if you can get through to her please? She’s had a fall and refusing any treatment.”
“Sure, why not.” You tried to imagine what Liam Neeson would sound like if he worked in the ER… Your inner voice was was in a funny mood today.
“Wilma, Hello. I am one of the doctors here. How can I help you?”
“She kidnapped me!” She pointed her hands at another lady in the room.
“Oh dear me that’s not good is it?”
“No! She keeps saying she wants to take me home.”
“And where is home fro you Wilma?”
“Its the White House of course.”
You sighed. “Is that where she’s taking you?”
“No, she called a taxi to Willow Street wherever that is, not the white house!” Wilma cried.
“I think maybe we should ask the kidnapper to leave the room for a bit? What do you think?”
“Please”
“Of course sure. But Wilma I might need to get some stuff out of you room. We’re running low on supplies and I need the trolley and well everything else. Sound alright?”
“Yes no problem sweet. And you, get out!”
You nodded at the other lady to leave the room and you followed her out. The nurses cleared the room, moving anything out that could possibly be a threat.
The plan was to stall as much as possible until psych could come down to speak with the next of kin and potentially get the patient admitted. There wasn’t much anyone could do if she refused the assessment. One wrong move, and the situation could escalate quickly, putting both her and everyone else at risk. The woman in the room, the patient’s daughter, had been trying to hold it together, but now she was crying on your shoulder.
“Doc room 5 needs an assessment please?”
“Sure. Sorry gotta go”
You followed the nurse in and found a female patient on the bed, whom had been withdrawing from alcohol. She refused to let the nurse take her observations because ‘she only trusted doctors’. You sighed again.
As you approached the patient and did your abdominal examination, you felt someone’s hand on your back. You looked over your shoulder and it was the patient’s hand. “Hey Lisa can you not do that? please?”
You shot the nurse a look and mouthed what the hell.
She didn’t move her hand but slid it lower. One big slap and her hand was on your bum cheek, cupping it. “What a big chunk.” She said.
Your body stiffened and felt bile build up in your throat. “Hey Lisa, next time maybe don’t comment on someone’s body yeah? Oh and don’t sexually assault the either. The combo of the two is really rude."
You left the room abruptly and the nurse followed. “You okay?”
“No, no I’m not okay. This night is fucking weird. Can you get someone else in there please?”
You rushed off to the toilet or anywhere away from here. It was like everyone knew you were in a bad mood.
“What’s wrong?” Abbot was now matching your step.
“Can I go home? Please. I don’t think I can do today.”
“What happened in there?”
“Not only did she grab my ass, she also called me a big chunk. How about either comment on my body or not assault me. Choose one! Pick one!”
Abbot let out a small laugh.
“What’s so funny!”
“Big chunk?”
You couldn’t help but let a small laugh too.
“I mean…” he shrugged.
“Spit it out Abbot.”
“You do have a nice ass?”
“Geez thank you. The other cheek hasn’t been touched yet would you like a go?”
He hesitated, not sure if you were serious or not.
“I’m joking! Jesus”
“I knew you were of course!” He paused. “But you’re not going home. Not yet. You can do this, if anyone can, you can. I’ll get security to have a word and we can file a report. Sounds good?”
“Hey at least you’ve forgiven me”
“I didn’t say that”
“You’re smiling at me and your shoulders have relaxed massively”
“Hmmm. No more doing stupid shit for the night, please” he said teasing.
“Hey doc? Wilma is missing.” A nurse said who stood next to you both.
“Uh what? Missing where? What do you mean—”
“The daughter thinks she ran out of the door into the road”
“Oh fuck”
“Who’s Wilma?” Abbot said.
“My dementia patient. Shit I need to go after her.” You tried to walk away but Abbot grabbed your arm.
“No you’re not. Lets get security to come with you”
You heard someone scream— it was the daughter. “She’s in the road!”
You mumbled fuck and bolted for the doors.
You heard footsteps running after you, but you were already faster. You shot through the entrance doors and onto the road. Wilma was out there, wandering in and out of traffic.
Your next move? Completely irrational, maybe even stupid. Definitely was stupid. But your instinct kicked in, and before you could think twice, you were running after her, straight into the street.
Cars honked, tires screeched, and people were yelling.
“Wilma — look at me. Come back to me please?”
“No!”
“I can take you… to the White House please. Just move away.”
She looked over your shoulder and there were too many people outside looking at you both, including her daughter.
“No, no go back!” You shouted at them to get back.
She bolted through traffic again — she was incredibly fast for someone her age.
“Wilma stop!” You shouted.
A motorcyclists was weaving through he traffic and you didn’t see him coming but you remember falling to the ground, hard.
“Wilma!” You shouted as you got up. “Stop! Please!”
She eventually did.
“Talk to me. “Wilma don’t do this. You’re scaring me.”
“I don’t want to scare you…”
“But you are. Let’s talk back inside okay? Look I’m hurt. I fell okay? I’m bleeding see?” It was a small cut. “Please come back?
Abbot was now behind you in traffic “I need to take a look at her and she won’t come in unless you do. Please”
You glanced over your shoulder and he refused to look at your face.
Wilma nodded and so you moved slowly to her and grabbed her hand and moved her out of traffic. Police and psych were now on scene and had taken over the case.
Abbot on the other hand grabbed your upper arm and dragged you back into the ER. He didn’t say a word to you until you were in one of the rooms, door shot.
“Please don’t shout again.” You said.
“So what do you want me to do, clap? Tell you what a good job you did?”
Oh great he now had moved on to sarcasm you thought.
You kept quiet.
“I know you’re in a shitty mood today but are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“It’s not my fault today is fucked up.”
“Go home.” He spat out.
“Absolutely the hell not.”
“I’m not asking.”
“Do you pull the boss card whenever suits you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
You shrugged.
“I’ll examine you first then you’re leaving.”
“I’m not Abbot and you can’t force me.”
“So far today you’ve been held hostage, burnt, got hit by a motorcyclist and oh sexually assaulted. What’s next?”
“Death by the sounds for it.” You replied sarcastically.
“Are you fucking kidding me!”
You’d never seen Abbot this angry before.
“I don’t want you to examine me, not when you’re this angry.”
He let out a huff and rubbed his temples. He turned his back at you and started pacing around the room. You lifted your scrub top and there was a large bruise coming up on your ribcage. You certainly did get lucky.
“I’m gonna go…” you said quietly.
“Home. You’re going home.”
You let out a defeated sigh. Crying wasn’t your thing, not over something like this. You just dealt with it. But now, you were empty. No more energy left. Maybe it was time for today to just end.
“Yes, boss.” You replied.
“No arguments? Geez.”
“Do you want me to argue? Because I’ve given up. What I did was stupid and irrational but the universe has tested my patience today and guess what Abbot so far I’ve not cracked. I’m still here, still not as angry as you are. Maybe YOU should take a deep breath and —“
He interrupted your words by grabbing you, gently but firmly pushing you against the wall. His face was so close to yours and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. His breathing was heavy, almost unsteady. He rested his forehead against yours and his hands now resting on your hips.
“My problem is you. You sleep with me once, then pretend that nothing happened. You ignore me for weeks and now… what? Are you acting out? Is that it? You’ve been hurt multiple times today and I can’t seem to keep a grip on you. Stop getting yourself into situations where i could lose you.”
“Jack I never pretended that nothing happened… we slept together and the decent thing was for you to talk to me about it. Instead you flirt with me and buy me coffee, check in on me every hour in the shift but you never asked me out. And none of what’s happened so far is my fault.”
“Fuck”
“Exactly”
“I— I don’t know how to date.”
“But you know how speak to me. It’s me.”
He didn’t say anything back to that.
“Can I go now?”
He finally let go of you.
“Thanks for worrying about me but that’s not your job, Abbot. You are my boss so you can write me up for being unprofessional or stupid. But as someone who was a great fuck for a night, until you ask me out, do not worry about me" You stormed out of the room and found Shen by the hub.
“Shen I need a favour”
“Are you alright? What happened out there?”
You lifted your top up and showed him your bruise. “I need you to request an x-ray.”
“I’ll call the department, you make your way up there now.”
You nodded.
“Oh and by the way, don’t take the lift.”
“The hell? Why?”
“X-ray is on floor 4”
“Okay and…?”
“I’m superstitious and it’s Friday the 13th. Just take the stairs, please?”
“You’re kidding right? You believe this shit?”
He shrugged.
You quickly googled number 4 superstition and apparently, in Chinese cultures, number four sounds like death. You let out a sarcastic sigh, got in the elevator and pressed the number 4.
You watched the numbers go up slowly and then everything went dark.
“The fuck?”
The elevator had gone dark and it went still. You turned your flashlight on and clicked on the emergency button but it’d stopped working too.
“No, no, no. Are you kidding me? No! Of course there is no cell service.”
You banged on the metal door and shouted help. Nothing. The elevator was very hot and you could feel yourself sweat. You took your scrub top off and were now left in your cami top. You tried your phone again, no service.
The heat had now gotten to you and you could feel yourself going dizzy. You sat on the floor and tried to focus on your breathing but the sweat dripping from your forehead was not helping.
You tried to call Abbot, no service.
You hadn’t panicked yet, hadn’t cried. You were patient so you told yourself. Friday the 13th wouldn’t be the one to break you.
Until you started feeling yourself become more dizzy quickly realising that you indeed might die in this lift.
“John Shen I will kill you when I see you next. If I see you again.” You mumbled to yourself.
30 minutes had now passed by and you knew no one was coming to the rescue. Why? Because Abbot thinks you’d gone home and Shen thinks you’re in x-ray.
You managed to get yourself up and quickly realised that was a big mistake. You banged on the elevator door again and you heard chatter.
“Hey! Someone is in here!” You banged again. They tried to say something back but then everything went quiet.
Hunger, thirst and dehydration had now completely and utterly taken over.
You tried to adjust your eyes to the brightness of your phone and texted Abbot. When you are found, if you hadn’t died at that point, he’d get to see this.
Sorry about everything that had happened today. I didn’t mean to scare you. I don’t want to see anyone else get hurt so I’d rather take the hit.
If I ever make it out of here I would like it if you asked me out.
You hit send, knowing the sms won’t go through.
At this point you were now hallucinating… or confused. You don’t remember going in and out of consciousness. Don’t remember doing much — your vision had gone all blurry.
You texted Abbot again.
You no how sxy you lok when you are anrgy?
Sorry tyyypo
Msybe I shoildnt have sat that
Hey jack? You are vryyyy good in bed
No no ignore that
Unsend
Im getting sleepy night night Jacky
You hugged your legs up to your chest and fell asleep. You woke up to the elevator doors opening slightly. There was a bright light shining through and a fireman’s head popped up. He had the most beautiful tanned skin with big green eyes.
“Oh I like heaven already” you mumbled.
“Hey can you hear me?”
You nodded, still laying sideways on the floor.
“Can you grab my hand so I can pull you out?” He tried to reach for you but the gap was too small.
You moved across the floor and took his hands in yours. You realised you were in the lift still and that you don’t remember much from the last few hours. You let go of his hands and panic had now set in. You shifted back to where you were and sat in the corner, hugging your legs to your chest.
“Hey, don’t be scared I can get you out but you need to crawl to me.”
“No, no can do sorry” you quickly said, trying to slow your breathing down. You thought you dreamt being in the lift, dreamt about Abbot. Shit did you text him?
“Do you want to get out of here?”
You nodded.
“Okay then you need to come to me.”
You shook your head. You didn’t want to open your eyes and face the reality.
“Is there anyone we can get to come help? She’s either having a very calm panic attack or she’s having a psychotic episode.” He said to someone else next to him.
It’s both you thought. You were having both.
“What’s the date?” You asked the fireman.
“the—the date?”
“Yes the date big guy, what’s the fucking date?”
“It’s Friday the 13th.”
“How is the fucking day still not over!” You put your hand over your face.
“No sorry I lied. It’s past midnight.”
“wh—what?” You opened your eyes and looked at your phone. It’s 12.47am. Friday the 13th was officially over. “You ready to catch me?”
You crawled over to him and he pulled you out of the lift and handed you over to someone else. You tried to stand but your legs gave out so you stumbled and quickly hit the floor.
There were people staring at you. You realised that you’d taken off your cami top and was just in your bra and scrub bottoms. You didn’t have your shoes — you wondered what happened in that lift?
Someone tried to move you onto a wheelchair but you protested. “I can walk.”
They helped you up; eyes trying to adjust to the bright corridors. You were on the 3rd floor. 4th meant death, you wondered what three meant?
“I work in the ER so best go back down there…”
You now had cell service and your phone started pinging none stop with missed calls and text messages. You stumbled across the floor onto the stairs and realised that this was gonna be tricky.
“Hey big guy? Can you carry me down please?” He nodded and without hesitation he picked you up with one smooth motion.
You decided that Saturday the 14th was going to be a great day.
He walked through the ER doors holding you in his arms and you were fighting sleep. You felt incredibly hot and your hair was all wet from how much you’d sweated.
“What the fuck happened!” Ellis ran over. “Put her in room 2”
“I’m not that heavy Ellis.” You mumbled. “Actually maybe I am, I got called big chunk.”
“wh—?” She looked at the fireman.
“Pretty much she’s confused.”
“Get an IV in please.” She took your temperature “She needs to get into an ice bath, now!”
Shen had now rushed into the room.
“Hey John” you gave him a small wave “Me and you are going to have a fight when I am well enough to lift an arm”
He was examining your pupils “You took the lift didn't you?”
“I hate you.” You spat out. “But I made it to the third floor. The third. Now tell me John what does that represent?”
“Actually that is a lucky number in Chinese culture” He joked as he worked on you.
“Bastard” you spat out. Once the IV had kicked in you felt a bit more hydrated but still groggy. You mumbled “shit”
“w—what shit what?” Ellis asked as she started filing the ice bath.
“I texted so many people”
“Get Abbot in here”
“No, no, shit not Abbot!” You mumbled again. “He’s gonna be so angry at me and ughhh”
You tried to get up but Shen pushed you back into the bed. “No Shen you don’t understand. Abbot can’t know I’m here!”
“Why the hell not?” Abbot said as he walked over to you.
You saw his face and made a face. “Abbot I have a headache please don’t yell.”
“She’s hyperthermic she needs to get into the bath” Ellis said to Abbot.
“Hey sweetheart I’m not going to yell okay? But we need to get you into the bath.”
“No, no” you shook your head.
“it’s either that or seizing” he spat out “You choose.”
“You never give me any of the good options” You said sarcastically.
“Take the clothes off please?” He said to Ellis. They cut your clothes open, including your favourite bra and moved you onto the ice bath, feeling an instant relief as you got in there.
“Clear the room please?” He asked and everyone quickly left.
“You’re angry I can feel it” You said to him, looking over at him. He was now down to your level, one hand in the bath holding yours.
“For once you’re wrong” He said brushing his other hand through your wet hair.
“Then why are you panting”
“Because I am worried about you”
“You’ve gone all soft on me Abbot. I liked it when you were harder”
“Oh yeah? You didn’t text me that”
“Oh my God no! I texted you things didn’t I?”
He let out a chuckle “Maybe”
“Shit”
“Hey sweetheart?”
“Yes Jack?”
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
“I thought you’d never ask. I would love nothing more”
He leaned in and stole a kiss, feeling the heat coming off your lips.
“Hey Abbot”
“Yes hun?”
“I’m never working on Friday the 13th, ever again."
