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onlythingthatmatters) wrote2025-05-30 08:36 pm
onlythingthatmatters) wrote2025-05-30 08:36 pm
helloooooo nurse! (for bombero)
For once, Buck's not having full-on emergency surgery after some kind of terrifying near-death experience. She has appendicitis, which - thanks in part to being surrounded by family and friends with medical experience - is caught quickly. She's bundled off to the hospital and scheduled for a laparoscopic appendectomy before it can get worse.
After a successful procedure, she's brought to a quiet room to recover and finish sleeping off the anesthesia. There's a couple false starts where she opens her eyes for a few seconds without really registering anything and then falls back asleep, but after a bit, she finally opens them and keeps them open, blinking as she takes in the room.
It's slow-going. She doesn't really remember why she's here, though she knows she's been in hospital beds plenty of times. She can guess the general area of what's hurt based on the dull ache she can still feel underneath the drugs, but that's okay. She's pretty sure she knows the general idea of what happens in situations like this, and someone will stop by eventually to tell her what happened. In the meantime, her gaze has snagged on an absolutely gorgeous guy sitting near her hospital bed, frowning down at his phone. He has an amazing five o'clock shadow happening, and her fingers twitch against the bedcovers with the urge to reach out and feel his jaw.
"Wow," she says - and she really did mean to say hi, but her voice comes out scratchy and dry anyway so maybe he won't understand what she said.
After a successful procedure, she's brought to a quiet room to recover and finish sleeping off the anesthesia. There's a couple false starts where she opens her eyes for a few seconds without really registering anything and then falls back asleep, but after a bit, she finally opens them and keeps them open, blinking as she takes in the room.
It's slow-going. She doesn't really remember why she's here, though she knows she's been in hospital beds plenty of times. She can guess the general area of what's hurt based on the dull ache she can still feel underneath the drugs, but that's okay. She's pretty sure she knows the general idea of what happens in situations like this, and someone will stop by eventually to tell her what happened. In the meantime, her gaze has snagged on an absolutely gorgeous guy sitting near her hospital bed, frowning down at his phone. He has an amazing five o'clock shadow happening, and her fingers twitch against the bedcovers with the urge to reach out and feel his jaw.
"Wow," she says - and she really did mean to say hi, but her voice comes out scratchy and dry anyway so maybe he won't understand what she said.