To Marry an Armstrong[Freenbecky]

Chapter 7

“I need a nurse! Can someone bring my patient to her room?”

A woman in lab gown bellows. It is unusual to a hospital as big as New York Presbyterian to not have a nurse in a unit.

Her eyes light up when she finally sees someone.

A blonde girl holding charts wearing her pink nurses scrub suit.

“Freen!” She calls the girl.

“Yes, Dr. Torres?” Freen immediately goes to the ortho resident.

“I need you to bring my patient to her room, she is being admitted because she sprained herself and in a cast.” Dr. Torres ordered sounding sardonic about the situation.

“Admitted? For just a sprain? Guess we need further observation.”

Freen sounds sarcastic, playing along with Dr. Torres.

Obviously, they both know that sprain with a soft cast is normally an outpatient process.

“Yeah, we do, because apparently, she is one of NYADA’s finest.”

Dr. Torres says mockingly.

Freen chuckles lowly and shakes her head.

“Sure, I got this.”

She says uplifting Dr. Torres.

“Okay, cool.”

Dr. Torres gives the chart to Freen and smiles at the nurse flirtatiously before walking away.

Freen enters the room as she starts to examine the chart given by the doctor.

“Becky Armstrong.”

Freen calls, focused on the chart.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Freen instantly turns her head to meet the source of the voice.

The honeyed voice of the patient named Becky Armstrong.

Freen looks at the red-haired girl and she can’t help herself but smile.

A smile that displays fascination, the dulcet voice belongs to the seraphic godly creature before her.

Becky Armstrong is wearing her black sequence bell tutu with her hair laying on her shoulders messily.

Freen thinks she is ravishing. Her hypothalamus is definitely on the top of its game.

She needs to admire Becky for a minute.

If love at first heard is possible then Freen is currently in that state.

“What? You have not seen a girl with a sprained ankle before?”

Becky speaks inclemently. Evident that she is not having a good day

For some reason, Freen could not explain why she can feel her blood rushing through her veins whenever she heard the melodic tone coming from Becky.

“Are you just going to stand there or help me?” Becky follows up.

Freen is stoned looking at her, smiling. Dazzled by her beauty.

“I .. uhm.. Freen. I am Freen, I will be your nurse today.” She ended with a long relieving sigh.

She offers her hand to Becky.

Becky looks at it with disinterest and looks on another direction.

“Can you just bring me to my room?”

She says unsmiling, crossing her arms over her chest.

Sana smiles unconsciously.

“Okay, sure.” She can't take her eyes off Becky.