𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞: Being the designated Cloud 9 Staff hospital visitor. So basically, whenever a staff member or staff member's loved one is in hospital, you're the one who has to go and take flowers from the team and see how they're going.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Hospitals, injury, coma’s, chopped off thumbs, cut up faces / arms, dislocated jaws. I mean probably not much description of these things but its always worth mentioning.
Marcus // Sliced off thumb:
“Hey Y/N, your time has come. Marcus sliced his finger off in the deli; Here’s the directions to the hospital.” Dina flies by, handing me a piece of lined paper that I just manage to grab and not drop before she’s gone again, around a shelf.
I’m sorry, w h a t-
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“Okay, hospital... reveal room 216, please... “Taking a deep breath in to calm the anxiety that hospitals generate and getting a big whiff of steriliser and bad food in response, I look around for the room in question as I slowly make it down a hallway. “213, 214, 215... ah.”
The door’s wide open so before walking in, I just stick my head inside and look around. All the beds inside have their curtains drawn around them, so fuck. I don’t want to bother anyone! Slipping into the room now, I try to remember what bed number the lady at the front desk said Marcus was in, but struggle. I was so focused on remembering the room number!
Before I can fully turn around to retrace my steps and, embarrassingly enough, ask the lady again what bed number it was, a slapping noise comes from the curtains in the far corner followed by a familiar voice cursing his slippery fingers and pudding. “Oh thank god,” I whisper, rushing over there and stopping just outside the curtains. “Marcus? Its Y/N, from work? Is that you?”
“Y/N? Uhh, yeah. Come on in.”
Thank god. Your heartbeat and anxiety immediately start to calm down and go in to find Marcus struggling to reach a dropped cup of pudding that’s fallen on the ground with one hand while the other, which is wrapped up so the stitches on the apparently re-applied thumb do not get infected, sits on the food tray hanging over his lap. I wince, thinking about the thumb in question and quickly kneel down to pick up the pudding cup instead. “Hey, stop.” I pick it up myself as Marcus relaxes back properly on the bed.
He beams and offers his hand palm up. “Ah, thanks!”
I nearly go to hand it back to him, before stopping just in time. There is something about this that is... not right. “I’ll just throw it away! No worries.”
“Throw it away! ?” The ex-con’s (At least that’s what I’ve heard. I haven't really talked to Marcus- we tend to work in separate areas) face twists in horror. “But I’m not done!”
I blanche. “Marcus, it was face down on the floor!”
“Oh, pfft. Hospitals are like the cleanest places ever. They clean this floor all the time.” Is this boy trying to justify eating floor pudding, to me? I just... I just don’t really know what to say, here. What? I blink.
“... Yeah, but.. it still touched... the floor.” What information is he missing??
“Yeah, but... its clean.” He laughs, shaking his head and grinning like I’m so dumb and he’s so smart... and I just leave the little curtain room and throw the thing away. No, no, no. No. “Hey!” He calls after me far too loudly for hospital room, even if he is one of the patients, which makes me wince.
“Shh!” I press a finger in front of my lips when I get back, getting into the chair by his bed. Immediately, Marcus humbles and covers his mouth with his good hand, looking guilty. “Besides, bro, you have already lost a thumb today, do you want to get your stomach pumped also? Is your health insurance that good??”
As I roll my eyes and move on, looking around the area for something to do or talk about, Marcus sighs but admits that its not that great... but is revealed to be pouting when I look back at him again. Oh for goodness sake. This guy is from prison? This guy?? Did I get the facts right?
Sighing, I push out of the chair and drop my jacket on the back. “Do you want me to go get you a new pudding?”
“Yes please.”
Jerry (Sandra) // Coma induced by flying mailbox:
“Knock knock,” I call, holding my jacket nervously in front of my body and rapping my knuckles gently against the doorway to the hospital room. Multiple beds are inside, one of which is surrounded by a curtain so you can assume someone over there is sleeping- hence the quiet voice I’m using.
Sandra, sitting by the bed closest to the door turns around when she hears it and twists around in his her seat to look at me - not letting go of or moving Jerry’s hand, which causes her body to look very uncomfortable all twisted so I move around to the other side of the bed so she can sit like a normal person again, - , face brightening immediately. God, hospitals are so awkward. My finger tips are freezing. “Oh, hi! Thanks for coming.”
“Of course! How is everything?” Chewing the inside of my cheek, I look over Jerry’s comatose body with my eyebrows knit together in worry. Looking at him, you could absolutely be fooled that he’s just sleeping... but there’s something far too put-together about how he’s laying - flat on his back with his arms carefully laid at his sides, like a corpse, - that just isn't so casual. “Hey, Jerry.” I whisper firmly, patting his shoulder before setting down the vase of flowers carefully on the nightstand. I look back up at Sandra, tilting my head sympathetically. “Is he doing okay...?”
“Aw, the doctor says he’ll... probably,” A look of unsureness passes Sandra’s face momentarily and my worry increases, but she quickly brushes it away again and moves forward. “... be okay. Um, I read that talking to him can improve his condition and maybe wake him up! So I’ve been, uh, telling him about the store and reading to him... Sometimes he shifts!”
“Really?” Oh, that sounds so good! Remembering suddenly that the flowers aren't all that I brought, I make an ‘oh!’ sound and turn to my bag to dig out the second thing and hold it up nervously for Sandra to look at. “I read that too! So, um, I brought the first Harry Potter book? I dunno if y’all even like Harry Potter, but I thought it was a pretty safe bet, haha. Magical, you know? Entertain him a bit, as he’s just laying there- and you too! Since, you know, you’re just sitting there by him the whole time... I thought we could read it to him for a while! I mean, if you want. I can leave, instead, if you wanna be alone with him- “
Quickly her eyes blow wide open and she quickly shakes her head. “No no! Um, that sounds great.” The beautiful big smile on her face is enough for me to gain enough confidence to go and get a chair from beside an empty bed and settle down on Jerry’s other side. We’re doing this, then. Here we go. “Thank you for this, Y/N.”
“Don’t even worry about it, I’m happy to.” I grin, opening up the book as Sandra’s shoulders relax and she gets ready to listen, holding Jerry’s hand with both of hers now and looking carefully, gently at his face. So gently it makes my chest hurt just looking at it. Oh my god, she’s so in love.
You better wake up, Jerry. I think, flashing his unconscious body a serious look as I open the Philosophers Stone. “Now, Jerry, I hope you haven't read this already but... here we go. Hogwarts here we come.”
Justine // Dislocated jaw:
“Justine, honey, what happened?? And why are we at a vet?” As soon as I see the blonde, sitting there with a jaw brace and soft cotton mounds stuffed in her cheeks, sitting in the backroom of a veterinarians office, the words tumble out of me as the worry builds to a nearly unmanageable amount. Jesus Christ! “Oh- can you talk? Should we text?”
Sadly, she nods and picks up her phone so I do the same, sitting down next to her and laying my jacket down over my lap.
Justine: Things got a bit w e t for me, if you know what I mean~ (; LOL
Slowly I look up at her, and just raise an eyebrow; Unamused. This is not the time for jokes, sweetheart. Your jaw might get wired shut! She huffs, a muffled sound now due to the cotton in her mouth and returns to typing on her phone.
Justine: OK. I slipped on a spill at work.
My eyebrows knit together this time, reading that and shove my phone between my thighs before turning to her and patting her shoulder. “Oh, jeez... I’m sorry. That’s horrible. Does it still hurt?”
Justine nods, whimpering like a puppy, and my heart just about dies in my chest. Oh, that’s so awful. This is worse then visiting Jerry; At least he isn't in pain! And Sandra cheers up when I get there so that’s not too awful either... But here’s poor Justine and there’s dried blood on her lips and dried mystery liquid on the front of her shirt and I just want to hug her until she feels better... but in her condition, I doubt that would help. Still, I wrap my arm around her and take out my phone again as she bows her head. “What’s the next step? When is the, uh, doctor, going to be in for the surgery?”
Justine: A couple of minutes. She’s putting down a rabbit.
“Oh... “ I wince, reminded that this is a v e t.
Justine: Yeah...
“Well, I’ll be here waiting for you okay? I’ve got Brett covering for me for the rest of the day, and... “ I hold up my phone and wiggle it to draw attention to the screen, a twinkle of mischief in my eyes. “When you get out, some of the guys were lifting heavy stuff earlier while you were being rushed here, and I snuck some good pictures for you.” She brightens up a bit at that, making me giggle. “Annnd, I also brought this!” From under my jacket, I reveal the book she was reading that she left in her locker when she left.
That really cheers her up, as she takes it from me and hugs it to her chest, closing her eyes and sighing with relief.
Isaac // Cut up face and arms due to ninja warrior table jumping:
I sit down in the hospital room and settle in, propping a pillow properly behind my back and setting my phone on the bedside table. This is all muscle memory now, basically. Especially with Isaac. “Heyy, Isaac. So what is this- our 6th hospital visit this year? And its... April? What drug was it this time?”
“No drug.” He huffs, sitting on the bed with his legs dangling off the side, seemingly ready to escape at any given chance. “Marcus dared me to jump on a table and I fell off of it... into a vending machine... face first... ”
My jaw drops and my eyes widen, looking at him firmly. There are cuts all over Isaac’s face and forearms! Jesus... Then I notice some weird gook on some of them that are on his face, and get confused. With my eyebrows knitted together, I get up out of my seat again and peer a little closer at them. Is that... glue? “Have you had any medical attention yet?”
“No... “ He sighs. “That was the chemist. He tried to superglue my cuts closed, back at the store.” Fucking Tate. “I didn’t mind, really- cheaper then a hospital visit, right? But then he got his glove stuck on my face” -FUCKING TATE- “and Amy made him stop.”
Leaning back to access his frowny, disappointed expression, I give him a confused face. “... bummer?”
“Yeah, I know.”
Oh boy.
You // Broken leg:
"Woah- " I gasp out, when Isaac helps me up to my feet from the hospital bed- he's as strong as he looks and I still didn't expect it. Flashing him a nervous smile, because he really doesn't need to be here for me if he doesn't want to be, I pick up my crutches and fit them under my arms- being very, very careful about my leg. "Thank you!"
"Don't worry about it... " He begs, and I nod. Okay. Turning from him I look for my bag to sling it over my shoulder, as I'm leaving the hospital today - no way in hell am I staying longer, unnecessarily. This is the dearest hotel franchise in America, - , just to find Sandra with it already carefully set over her shoulder. My eyes widen and my mouth falls open slightly in an 'oh' shape.
Quickly gathering my senses - I'm still pretty hopped up on the pain med's they gave me, so I'm not totally myself, - , I shake my head and give yet another nervous smile. "Sandra that's okay, I can carry it!- "
"Nope." She shakes her head, sternly, heading past Justine to the door. "The least I can do is carry your bag to the car."
"Yeah! And I'm driving you home- So don't get any idea's, home girl." Justine perks up, smiling but giving me her own version of a stern look. My shoulders drop as I knit my brows together.
They're being way too nice! I just broke my leg- I didn't solve world hunger or anything!- "You don't need to!- "
"What other option do you have?" Isaac cuts me off this time, and I pout, looking up at him. Well...
"Yeah, are you going to order an Uber?" That was the plan... Which I don't say, of course, but am pretty sure they get the gist by my guilty expression. Sandra huffs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "Ridiculous."
"Those things cost way too much!!" Justine exclaims, looking horrified to Isaac, who nods.
His eyes light up a bit. "I could get you pure cocaine with that money." Justine nods along, eagerly, as if she has ever tried even a lick of cocaine, and I immediately shake my head.
"Now, that's really alright. Thanks for the offer, though."
As I'm resigning myself to all this, for it really is lovely of them, Marcus suddenly rushes past Sandra and into the room, a tray in his hands. I raise my brows as he stops in front of me, breathing heavily.
Then my eyes widen at what's on the tray, as Isaac and Justine reach over to take from it but Marcus pulls it clean away from them, immediately. "Hey! Back off, these aren't for you!"
Sighing, Isaac whines. "Come on, man... "
"I need sustenance!" Justine insists, over-dramatic as always.
"Yeah, well, break your leg and maybe you'll get some." Marcus tells them, holding the tray away from them, between just him and I.
The tray is full of those little puddings - a.k.a the only good thing about being at the hospital,- they give you with your meals here. All different flavours, too! "Marcus where did you get all these... ?"
Oh wait- Don't tell me-
"Ah, just off those rolling shelf trolley's they use to move all the meals from the kitchens." He shrugs, grinning proudly - stupidly, - at me like he didn't just steal a whole hallway of sick people's puddings. Sandra actually facepalms, behind him, as I just try to come up with an appropriate verbal response to that. The man committed a crime for me!
Uh... "Thank you!... B-" Just as I'm starting on that 'But', Marcus turns away from me with a pleased smile and goes over to Sandra, unzipping my bag as she holds it and gesturing Isaac over to help him stuff all the pilfered puddings away in there so they can sneak them out.
I cant help the awkward, laughing smile that slithers across my face, looking to Jerry standing silently in the corner. Sighing, I stretch and shake my head. Whatever.
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