Matt Casebolt wasn't always the smartest human being to ever walk the planet.
But this, this takes the cake.
"Ow," he moans, as the nurses in the emergency room try and work on him.
After wrapping his leg and arm in casts, and doping him up pain killers to numb the pain, the nurses pull away from the young man in the hospital bed.
"Well, Mr. Casebolt," the redheaded nurse that had been oh-so kind to him throughout this whole ordeal. "Considering the amount of pain that you're still in, we are going to move you up to the next floor where you will be staying over night for observation."
"Over night, in a hospital," he says, rubbing his eyes tiredly with his free hand. "Greeaat,"
The nurse grins at him sympathetically, her freckles crinkling when her face curls up. She calls over a few other on-call nurses over towards her with her hand.
"We need to get him to room 217, it's already prepped for Mr. Casebolt here," she tells them.
"Waaiit," the blond whines.
"I'm sorry mister Casebolt," the girl tells him. "But we need to get you up to the surgical floor to get you some more morphine to help with the pain."
"Oh please, I feel like I'm dying," he over-exaggerates.
The nurses carefully move the man to a wheelchair and they roll him to the closest elevator.
He thinks to how he got into this situation. A scowl is placed on his face as he remembers the pain when he impacted to the ground. Ooh. Never again will he be doing that again.
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He changes into a hospital gown, and is placed cautiously onto the hospital bed. The nurses plunge an IV into his arm, and he hisses (he never liked needles), and they inject morphine into the tube to flow throughout his system, to numb any pain in his bones.
As the pain slows and drains away, he sees a beautiful, tiny, beautiful, woman walk into the room. Woah, is all that runs through his mind.
"Alright, Mr. Casebolt," she says, as she reads off his name on his chart, coming over to his side of the bed. Wow, she's even prettier up close.
"You can call me Matt," he looks at her name tag. "Doctor Gibbs." he finishes, trying to play it off coolly.
She smiles at him, and his heart warms up. "Okay Matt," she agrees. "So I see that you have two clean cuts in your forearm, the Radius and Ulna." she states, retrieving his x-rays and displays them in the monitor to show him.
His doctor moves over to the next monitor to display his leg injury. "And another clean cut through your Tibia." she looks back at the blond, and chuckles to herself. "Huh, can I ask what you were doing to cause such injuries?"
She walks over to his bedside again and places a hand on her hip, her other hand still clutching his chart.
"Uh..." he begins. There is no way in hell he's telling this hot doctor how stupid he is. "...I, kind of, jumped off a roof... into a pool and kind of, missed..." he trails off.
"You 'kind of' jumped off a roof?" she asks skeptically.
Just hearing her say it makes him feel like an even bigger idiot than he already feels.
"Uh, yeah," he assures in a mumbled tone.
She stifles a laugh. "Oh I'm sorry, I don't want to laugh, but, you jumped off a roof." she covers her mouth with her hand, still looking at him with her big doe eyes.
"I know," he says flatly. "I was at a party and had a few beers. I already feel stupid enough as it is."
She shakes her head. "Nah," she waves her hand. "I'm sure you're a very intelligent person who just made a stupid mistake. Doesn't make you stupid."
He looks at her mesmerized. He's known her for barely five minutes and she's already perfect.
That Dr. Gibbs was really something. She hasn't left his mind all night. She also might be the reason why he didn't get much sleep that night, either.
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The next morning, the nurses came in and did their rounds and routines with him, and he reassured them that he felt much better than he did yesterday.
A few moments later, his favorite lady doctor walks into the room.
"Hello, Matt," at least she remembers his name.
"H-hi Doctor Gibbs," he stutters. Damn, she's making him stutter too.
"How are you feeling today?" she asks, grabbing chart once again, examining it for any new information.
"I actually feel a lot better than I did yesterday," he answers truthfully.
She looks over at him, where he's already looking right at her. She grins brightly at him. "Well that's great to hear," she tells him, and his heart flutters. "You can be discharged today, but you'll have to call your girlfriend and come pick you up."
"I don't have a girlfriend," he says.
"Oh," she draws. "Interesting."
Oh my god.
She scribbles something down on a notepad and rips it off from the wad and hands him the paper.
"It's a prescription medication for you to pick up as well for the pain. But only take it if you need it. If they ask it's a twenty capsule prescription, okay?" she reassures him.
"You got it," he points at her, causing her to giggle slightly.
She re-opens his chart and draws her signature across the release papers handing them to the nurse. She walks over to his side, and reaches out to shake his hand. He grabs it and shakes it lightly, his pulse beating rapidly. Her lips are a perfect heart shape and wow he wants to lose his breath just to feel those soft-looking lips on his.
"It was nice meeting you Matt," she says. "Let's hope to not meet in these circumstances again."
"No promises." he winks at her, and he swears he sees a tinted color rise in her cheeks.
She turns around and walks out of the room, possibly out of his life forever.
But then he looks at the paper and sees nine digits at the bottom of it.
