Okay, we're doing this.
It's a J2/M&M AU DRABBLE FEST!
that's right, ladies and gentlemen, and all you need to do is drop me a prompt! FIRST 10 PEOPLE ONLAYYYY.
The rules!
1) don't talk about fight club.
2) You must pick A PAIRING! (either m2 or j2)
2) You must pick TWO occupations!
3) You must give each of these boys ONE of the occupations!
4) You must leave The Rest up to me ( Read more... )
Jared’s going to kill this nurse, and no one will ever find the body. "She didn’t list that she was allergic to mercaptobenzothiazoles on her chart!”
"Probably because she doesn’t know what that is!" Jensen-the nurse’s name, but Jared doesn’t know if it’s his first or last-snaps, yanking the clip board back. "Odds are if she can’t spell it, she’s not going to write it down!”
"I’m sorry, okay?" Jared’s honestly been scared the whole case that he’ll screw up because Jensen’s so freakishly good looking and smart and kind of awesome when he thinks no one’s looking, but this wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t have known, and he still feels like a complete and utter shit for making their patient go through anaphylactic shock. "What do you want me to do? I apologized to her until she fell asleep, and I’ll apologize to you til I’m blue in the face if that’s what you want."
"I want-" Jensen's mouth jerks shut, lips pressed in a thin line that Jared would still like nothing more than to lick, and then he shoves the clipboard against Jared’s chest and takes off.
Great.
(It’s still a nice view as he leaves, shapeless scrubs and all.)
~*~
"Can I get an angiogram for Mrs. Tulkinghorn?" Jared semi-mumbles, because it’s 24 hours later and he’s still at the hospital, and opening his mouth in anything but a yawn is just. Not worth it.
"Only if I can get you some coffee," a low voice says at his shoulder. Jared kind of blinks at Jensen a couple times, just in case he’s a hallucination. He’s a doctor, he knows these things happen.
"Maybe a lot of coffee," Jensen continues when it takes too long for Jared to figure out how to make the words work. "Or I could find you a nice gurney to crash in."
"I thought you were mad at me," Jared blurts, fully standing from where he was leaning against the front desk of the nurses station and instantly realizing that is a bad idea. Swaying is definitely not good.
"Whoa there." Jensen steadies him quickly, takes a long look Jared can’t blink through at his face, then loops one of Jared’s arms around his shoulders. "Fuck the gurney. I just sent a guy home with a broken leg; you can have his room."
"Did you break his leg?" Jared asks, kind of slurred, kind of not believing this is happening. Now that his body’s aware that it’s going to get sleep it’s crashing hard, Jensen’s solid strength is pretty much the last thing propping him up. He still can’t keep his mouth closed, though. "Did he fuck up a simple thing like a latex allergy and nearly kill someone? Cause I can see that being leg-break-worthy."
"That wasn’t your fault," Jensen murmurs. Jared’s kind of shocked to realize that he’s close enough to hear it, and watch all the freckles in Jensen’s face stand out when he blushes.
"Yeah…" Jared wrinkles his nose and tries to take some of his own weight back; Jensen doesn’t really let him. "Seriously, who doesn’t know they have a latex allergy? It’s in everything. What, she’s never touched a rubber band? Or a condom? Oh man…" Jared cringes. "That’d be a bitch to learn the hard way."
"You’re kind of talky, man."
"Beeeeed." Jared feels like he’s falling in slow motion onto it, every muscle protesting even this one last necessary movement before sleep. "And it’s Jared."
"Yeah, okay," Jensen laughs soundlessly, humorlessly, and Jared jerks his head up to frown at him even though it weighs about 200lbs.
"What was that for?"
Jensen’s beautiful kissable lips turn up in a bitter smile. "You’re not gonna remember my name, man. It’s that whole nurse-doctor dynamic, remember? So I’m not gonna take the effort to learn yours."
"Jensen," Jared says instantly, and watches those green eyes fly wide. "HaHA."
He just stares at him a little stupidly-okay, he’s stunned, not stupid-and Jared sees an opportunity to make this whole nurse-doctor dynamic a whole lot better and drags Jensen onto the bed. Alright, so he’s only sitting on it, but Jared can work with that, loops his arms around Jensen’s waist and presses his face against his side.
"You hurt my feelings," he mumbles into the soft, Jensen-scented scrubs. "I love Grey’s Anatomy."
This time when Jensen laughs, it’s real.
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I wish I had one J or the other to help me massage that away...
I'm sick, I want a hot nurse like in your stories!!
Damn flu...
But... bright side... I got to stay home today. Fantasize about nurses and pick who I'd have on my staff... and seriously, for one patient barely feverish, I think I over staffed, but... would you be able to pick?! So, basicaly I've come down with this: J² to cheer me up and talk to me and possibly be adorkable together, maybe kiss and help me pass the time. And Aldis and Chris, to take care of me and massage my back (i'll say it's a back flu.... they're not *actually* qualified)... Haven't decided who I wanna make out with yet...
Oh... And I need Steve. So he can sing me lullubies now.
See? Fever. A little. It's enough with an already cracked mind.
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Man, i wish i had back flu. *pouts*
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Well, this could happen... right?
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