Peaky Blinders Imagines

"Do I make you nervous?"

John Shelby Imagine #6
*REQUESTED*

2:00am

     "Earth to Y/N."

     I looked away from my coffee to see my co worker sitting beside me, waving her hand in my face.

     Of course I had zoned out again; working the night shift was a killer and I always needed several cups of coffee just to keep me awake.

     "Sorry, do you still need me to run that test for you?" I asked drowsily.

     She laughed, "I already did it while you were drooling on the desk. I just came to tell you that you have a new admit in the first room. John Shelby, Young 30's, gunshot wound."

     I sighed before standing up to stretch, "Another one? How many is that now this week, 5?"

     "7", She corrected smugly.

     I shot her a smirk before I grabbed my coffee and began walking down to the first room in the long hallway. There was commotion coming from inside the room as I came closer and when I peaked in, I realized it was from the patient's family and not frantic nurses and doctors.

     The two fighting were a man and a woman, the man incredibly intimidating. I didn't catch most of what they were saying but I think they were blaming each other for what happened.

     I knocked softly on the door to get their attention, "Sorry to interrupt, I'm Y/N, the nurse. I just came to check on the patient."

     They sighed and momentarily dispersed to allow me to walk through. The man in the bed was groaning in pain, holding onto his side. I glanced down at my report, seeing that he had already had the bullet removed and was now just recovering.

     "How are you feeling, Mr. Shelby?" I asked as I reached for his hands. He turned to me and immediately I stopped when his gaze met mine. "I'm sorry, do you mind if I check your wound?"

     I grabbed his hands and he held onto them with one hand as I checked underneath the wrap with my other. Once I got a good look I nodded to him and set his hands back down, though I noticed he held his grip for a few seconds longer.

     "Is it infected?" The woman asked.

     I shook my head, "The opposite. It's doing rather well, I'm surprised. I'll keep an eye on it and make sure there's no infection but considering how well it's doing and Mr. Shelby being in considerable health, I'm sure he'll turn out just fine."

     They sighed in relief and I took one last glance at John before nodding and quickly exiting.

                                    ~*~

4:30am

     I sipped my coffee as I made my hourly rounds, checking in on all of the patients, though with no surprise most of them were asleep.

     Lucky them.

     I made it to the first room and peeked inside, seeing him wide awake and listening to the radio. Knocking softly, I made my way inside and he immediately turned at the sound.

      "Sorry for coming in so late, do you mind if I take some of your vitals? I'd like to see how you're doing."

     "Oh, yeah, sure." He groaned before sitting himself up higher in the bed.

     I sat down beside him, grabbing the small blood pressure cuff nearby and placing it around his arm. It took much of my will power to not to relish in how big and hard his muscles felt under my hand.