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edna-skiffens · 3 years

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The Best Medicine

Summary: You are in the hospital, but you can never sleep in hospitals. Good thing you have a very attractive night shift nurse who is willing to help out.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: hospitals, light med talk, bad medical writing, fluff

A/N: Please ignore the plot holes or the fact that this isn’t the most realistic and also I know this isn’t how discharge works at the hospital.. It’s called fiction for a reason, darling. Also, I left the reason the reader is in the hospital open ended bc some of us may have medical conditions/reasons that we can attach to this, but if not I tried to keep it vague enough on purpose so that you can imagine whatever. Also if you like Nurse!Tom and have requests for him lmk bc i’m happy to write for him.

Toss and turn. Toss and turn. The routine was getting old. This was your third night in the hospital and sleep just wasn’t coming to you.

Maybe it was the medicine they had you on. Maybe it was the constant symphony of sounds and people passing in the hallway. Maybe it was because you weren’t at home in your own bed.

Maybe it was just because you were in the hospital.

You couldn’t be sure. What you were sure of is that you weren’t falling asleep anytime soon.

Feeling another presence in the room, you looked from the ceiling to the doorway where you saw Tom, one of the night shift nurses, standing cautiously.

“I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked as he eased his way inside.

“Nope.”

“So no sleep again, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Sorry darling. Let’s go ahead and get these vitals over with.” He took your blood pressure, oxygen levels, temperature and wrote it down in your chart. Putting the clipboard back on its hook at the end of the bed, he looked up at your tired face. “Okay. So now about that sleep. What do you think will help?”

“Not being in the hospital.”

He chuckled lightly while walking back towards your bedside.

“I know. You hate it here. You’ve made that very clear and I try not to take too much offense to it.” You let out a slight laugh and held back the fact that he was the best part of this whole experience. He almost made it worth it. “I’m sorry we can’t give you any sleeping medication. Do you think it’ll help if I talk to you?”

“You mean tell me bedtime stories?” You couldn’t help but tease him at the adorable suggestion, though it sent a swarm of butterflies off in your stomach.

“I was thinking more like bore you ‘till you fell asleep. But whatever works.”

“You’re the nurse. If you think it’ll help.” You both sat there smirking at each other for a moment. Something unspoken floating in the air between you two.

“Well, I need to finish my round of vitals first. I’ll come check on you when I’m done and if you’re still up we’ll see about those stories.”

“I’ll be here.”

About fifteen or twenty minutes later you heard a light tap on your door followed by “Still awake?”

“Always.”

“You up for a chat?” Tom asked as he made his way to the stool then rolled slightly closer to your bed.

“Got nothing better to do.” You teased again.

“Okay. Well you should probably lay down.”

“Oh. It’s going to be that kind of story, huh?” His laugh was so beautiful and you were happy you were the cause of it.

“No.” He corrected in between laughs “The goal is to get you to sleep. So sitting up won’t help.”

“Right. Right.”

“Well.. anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”

“Why did you choose to become a nurse?”

“Ahhh. Good question. So I actually went to an art school.” You couldn’t help the brief expression of surprise that crossed your face. “I know. Shocking. I did training specifically in dance and gymnastics and I loved it.”

“Wait, so what happened?” You asked, turning on your side to face him more comfortably.

“Well one day we were rehearsing for a show and I fell. Ruined my knee. Had to do physical therapy for months. I tried to get back into it, but it just wasn’t the same. However, through that process I learned a lot about medicine and the health side of things. It really turned me on to it. And when my Plan A got a bit messed up I thought ‘hey, this could work’. So far it’s treated me pretty well.”

You smiled at Tom, admiring his passion for his career and the determination he had to keep pushing after his accident. You enjoyed hearing him talk about it too. If you didn’t know any better you would say it was helping you relax.

“My story that boring?”

“Obviously.”

“Your sarcasm has no end.”

“Oh… goodness.. you thought that was sarcasm?”

Tom only laughed and shook his head the way he often did with you.

You may just have been his patient and he may have just been your nurse, but you both bonded. He kept you company and gave you comfort. In return, you kept him entertained during the quiet night shifts.

“I’m not going to sleep. I'm just resting my eyes. But still listening.” You told him as you nestled further into the hospital bed, trying to find a position that would make it comfortable.

“Okay, darling.” He grinned at you.

“Tell me more. What kind of-” You had to stop to yawn, “What kind of art stuff did you do?”

“Oh. Well, I was in a few musicals. I really enjoyed dancing. I did ballet ever since I was young and I love the control I have over my body. The tricks I can do with gymnastics or the turns and leaps. I mean I can’t do them to that level anymore, but I try to stay active.” He glanced up and noticed you hadn’t moved, “Are you still with me?”

“Mhm.” You barely respond.

“Okay. Well it was a performing arts school so we really were trained in many areas. We had classes in acting, singing, dancing, all of it. It was a lot of fun and I met my best friends there.”

Tom began telling stories about his time at school. Before he knew it, he lost himself and track of time. He looked back at you, quiet and still.

“Y/N?” You were finally asleep. “Goodnight, darling.” He whispered as he gently made his exit.

Because Tom worked the night shift, you never saw him when you woke in the morning. Instead, Tanya, a sweet nurse that felt like a big sister, or Linda, Nurse Ratched in the flesh, came in for morning vitals and meds.

You counted down the days until your release. Life in the hospital was pretty uneventful with the limit on visitors and limited activity. There’s only so many sitcoms one can take in a given timespan. The only thing that you really looked forward to each night was when Tom clocked in.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Tom.” You would smile at each other.

“How are we feeling today?”

“Better. Ready to get out of here.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you are feeling better and still ready to jailbreak.” He smiled while writing something down on your chart. “They should be bringing up your dinner tray soon and then I’ll bring by your evening meds after that.”

“Okay.”

“If you need me you know what to do.” He called to you before walking out the door.

You were disappointed when Shelley brought your evening meds by later. She was a nice enough nurse. She just wasn’t Tom.

You’d grown accustomed to mainly having him as your nurse during the evening shift. At first you weren’t sure if it was coincidence or on purpose, but after a few nights of staying up and talking, you grew closer to him. You saw less of the other nursing staff and more of Tom.

You tried not to build anything up in your head. You were sure everything he was doing was in his job description and a part of being a good nurse.

He would sneak you extra pudding cups from the cafeteria and bring you an extra heated blanket because you could never stay warm. If you needed a new IV, he held your hand to ease the anxiety. He kept you company and made you feel less alone in such a sterile and intimidating place. And when he noticed you had trouble sleeping he chose to sit with you to help you fall asleep. You couldn’t help the butterflies that built in your stomach.

It became a sort of routine. He checked on you during evening vitals, even if someone else was doing them, and you were always still awake. He would then come and sit with you and chat for a bit, telling you different stories until you eventually fell asleep.

Some nights when you were extra restless he would help you walk the halls.

“The doctors have to see you’re stable enough before you can be discharged. Plus, maybe it’ll tire you out.” He suggested.

He would help get your IV pole ready so you could walk with it. He helped you into your slippers and eased you out of bed after passing you your robe.

Walking the hall slowly, Tom knew he had to remain professional, yet he found a few excuses to graze his hand across your back to ‘steady you’ when you turned corners or he thought you were looking tired.

“It might take me a while to get back to my usual jogs in the park, huh?” You laughed in spite of yourself.

“You’ll get there. Baby steps.” He encouraged, as you turned around the Nurse’s Station. You missed the faces the other night shift nurses were giving you both, but Tom was sure to subtly flick them off. “So, do you like running?” He asked as you headed back towards your room.

Throughout your late nights together, he told you of his three younger brothers and his dog named Tessa. You spoke about what you would do when you were out of hospital. He talked about his friends and flatmates and the adventures they had. He told you many stories, but each morning when you woke up he was clocked out and the day shift nurses were there.

Tonight was your last night. You’re set to be discharged tomorrow and while you are ecstatic to go home, you’re going to miss one thing about this place.

“I bet you’re too excited to sleep tonight. I don’t know if my stories will even help.” Tom said as he sat down next to you.

You smiled up to him sweetly.

“What are you looking forward to the most once you get out of here?”

“Sleeping in my own bed.”

“Well that’s no surprise.” Tom laughed, a contagious sound making you giggle as well. “Isn’t there anything you’ll miss about this place?”

“Yeah.” He smiled “There’s one thing.”

“What’s that?” He asks.

“The pudding cups.”

“Ahh the pudding cups of course.” You giggled while fiddling with the IV line.

“They just don’t taste the same in the outside world.”

His smile grew wider as you giggled.

“No, but really. As much as I give this place grief and say I’m ready to get out of here - which I am,” You gave him a pointed look to which he held his hands up in mock surrender, fully believing you, “it hasn’t been too terribly awful I guess.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad we could make your stay not too terribly awful.. I guess.” He teased. “Do you have anything exciting to look forward to once you’re a free woman?”

“Nothing huge planned, really. The doctors did say to take it easy.”

“That’d be wise.”

“Yeah. I’ll just lay low for a while. My sister said she may try to come visit me though so that would be nice.”

“Oh that would be nice. She’s your older sister right?”

“Right. She moved away last year to be closer to her boyfriend.”

“Ah. Do you like him?”

“Sorry?”

“This boyfriend. Do you like him?”

“He’s alright, I suppose. He makes her happy.” Tom nodded along.

“And do you have a boyfriend that makes you happy?”

“N-No. No I don’t. Not at the moment.” You began fiddling with the IV cord again.

“No boyfriend or not a boyfriend that makes you happy?” He asked.

“Neither.”

“Well that’s a shame.” If the heart monitor was connected you would’ve been screwed. “I just mean someone needs to look after you once you get home. I hope this sister comes through for a visit. You’ve got to take it easy.”

“Oh I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will be.” He smiled.

“How has your shift been tonight? Busy?” You asked, fighting back a yawn.

“A bit busier than usual. There was a slight emergency earlier which is why Shelley handed out meds tonight. Sorry I didn’t come around.”

“It’s alright. I know you have other patients.”

“Yeah, but none like you.” You were sure he said that to all of his patients. After all, you’ve heard similar lines ever since you went to the pediatrician as a child. But it still gave you butterflies.

“Are you getting sleepy?”

“A little. But it’s okay.” He gave you a pointed look but continued to talk anyway. “It’s the last night. One final request for storytime. Make it a good one.”

You thought for a moment before asking your question.

“Do you ever wish that life turned out differently? That you never had your accident and you could’ve followed your dreams to be a dancer?” You asked while turning on your side and getting more comfortable.

“Sometimes. At least, I used to. But I think I’ve accepted it now. And I really can’t see myself doing anything but this.” You nodded taking in his answer “I look at it this way. If it wasn’t for my injury then I never would’ve changed my career path and found my love for medicine. I never would have made so many of the friends I’ve made or the memories I’ve made. I never would have met you.” He finishes with a sweet smile.

“That’s a very positive way of looking at it.” You told him. “Be honest, are you a therapist during the day?” He laughed out loud.

“No. I’m not. I guess I’m a big believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’.” You nodded while covering a yawn.

“So I’ve been curious to ask you,” He began, “Do you usually have this much trouble sleeping? Because you can get help for that you know?” You smiled at him.

“What? I thought a night nurse talking to you was the cure?” Tom smirked and shook his head. “I’m kidding. No, I normally don’t. It’s just the stiff sheets and hospital sounds I think.”

“Darn hospital.” He rolled his eyes and joked. “So this time tomorrow you’ll be sound asleep in your own bed then?”

You knew it was meant to be a happy statement, but you were a little sad at the thought of not having any more late night chats with Tom.

“Yes. Thank God.” You forced a smile.

You felt another yawn coming and tried to hold it back. It was already past the usual time that you fell asleep.

Tom could tell you were exhausted so he launched into a story from nursing school, hoping to lull you to sleep.

You yawned your way through listening, trying to soak up every last moment with Tom. In the morning he wouldn’t be here. You’d leave and likely never see him again.

When he finished, your eyes were half open and he wondered how you were still awake. Or maybe why.

“Why are you fighting it? The point is to sleep. Give in.” He told you gently after another yawn.

You looked up at him, half asleep and rubbing your eyes, not finding the confidence to tell him the true reason you were trying to stay awake.

“I’m happy right now.”

He smiled down at you.

“I am too. But you need your sleep, darling.” You weren’t sure what to say and you didn’t have much energy left in you anyway. “How about this. I’ve probably been in here too long as it is. Let me go check in at the Nurse’s Station and then I’ll come back and check on you soon and see if you’re still awake okay?”

The thought that he was leaving gave you a sad feeling in your stomach. You tried to remind yourself that he was just your nurse. Nothing more.

“Okay.” You smiled at him, sleepily, while settling further into the bed.

He stood up and instead of walking towards the door he walked closer to you. He grabbed the thin, white hospital blanket and pulled it closer around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered before he walked to the door.

“Tom?” You called out just before he opened it. He turned around with an expectant look, “Thanks for everything.”

Even though the room was dim you could see his smile.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

You don’t remember much after that. You don’t know if Tom came back to check on you. You just remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.

When you woke up the following morning it felt like any other morning in the hospital.

The hallways were much louder. Beeps, chatter, and phones were constant. The lights were brighter.

But you were quickly reminded that it wasn’t any other morning. You were going home today.

The door creaked open and Tanya, one of your regular daytime nurses, poked her head in.

“Oh good you’re up.” She made her way inside and over to the gloves. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. Thanks.” She gave you a smile, something hidden behind it.

“I’m sure.” She said quietly to herself. You gave her a questioning look. “Oh I just mean I’m sure you’re excited to get out of here.”

You nodded as she took your vitals one last time.

“Everything looks good. What do you say about getting this IV out?”

“I say that sounds amazing.”

She took it out and bandaged up your arm while informing you of how the morning would go.

“Dr. McCoy is making rounds now then he’ll be by soon to go over your discharge. You can get dressed whenever you’re ready. If you need help, buzz me. You’ll still have a breakfast tray come, but you don’t have to eat it.” She gave you a wink while taking off her gloves.

“Thanks Tanya.”

“Of course, sweetie. And in case I don’t see you before you go, you’ve been a wonderful patient. Take care of yourself.” You smiled at her as she left you to change into some leggings and a sweatshirt.

You were packing your remaining things into your bag when your doctor walked in.

“Y/N! How are we doing today?”

“We’re doing great because we’re going home.” You smiled while taking a seat to rest for a few minutes.

“I know you’re excited.” He laughed before explaining the conditions of your discharge. You had medicines to take, a follow up appointment, and strict instructions to rest for the next few weeks. After signing some forms he left you with a stack of papers. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah my neighbor should be here within an hour.”

“Sounds good. Don’t hesitate to call us or come back in if you have any trouble or questions.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

A few minutes after he left a nurse brought in your breakfast tray. There wasn’t much of a point for it but since your discharge wasn’t technically until 10:30 am you were still a patient during breakfast.

You took the pudding cup that you requested with every meal off the tray before sliding it away. Smiling to yourself, you tucked it away in your bag. All you had left to do was wait for 10:30.

Tanya came in to check on you again and told you to buzz the Nurse’s Station when you knew your ride was here. At 10:27 you had a text from your neighbor that they were out front in the pickup zone. So you hit the call button.

“Yes?” Linda, the scariest dayshift nurse, answered.

“Um hi. Tanya told me to buzz in when my ride was here so I could go down.”

“Okay we’ll be right in.”

Not even a minute later you heard your door open. Expecting to see Tanya or maybe even Linda you looked up.

An audible gasp left your lips when Tom stood in your doorway with a wheelchair.

“I hear someone needs a ride?” He smiled as he made his way closer to the bed.

“Tom. What are you still doing here?”

“I pulled a double.” You wanted to ask why, but decided against it. You were still in a little bit of shock from seeing him again. “If you’d rather I can go get Linda to walk you down?” He pointed back towards your door.

“No! No.. I’m just surprised s’all.”

“Well come on. I thought you’d be running out of this place once the clock hit 10:30.” Glancing up you saw it was now 10:34. Your neighbor is probably tired of waiting already.

You grabbed your discharge papers and reached for your bag when you heard, “I got it.” Smiling at him, you sat down in the wheelchair. Tom placed the bag around his shoulder and kicked the brakes off the chair. “Ready?” You nodded up at him.

He rolled you out of the room that felt so small for a final time. You passed the Nurse’s Station and waved bye to the staff. He turned by the elevators and when you looked up at him in question, he read your mind. Looked down at you he said, “We’re taking the staff elevators.”

When you made it there he hit the button, turning you around and backing you in once the doors opened. He hit the button for the Lobby and leaned up against the wall of the elevator, briefly glancing at you, as you rode down together.

“Well you made it. You’re a free woman.” He smiled shyly.

“Yippee.” He met your eyes for a moment before looking back to the floor. The dynamics felt different. It wasn’t like your late night talks together.

“Listen, Y/N.” Tom began as he stood up from the wall and faced you. He was about to continue when the elevator ding cut him off, signaling you had reached your destination.

Maybe that was what was different. You had reached your destination.

You had a fun time talking with Tom and entertaining each other when you were both up late at night. He was fun to get to know and you enjoyed having someone care for you. He was easy to banter with and certainly easy on the eyes. But your time at the hospital was up. You knew it would be eventually. You wanted it to be.

Tom was a nurse. He was just doing his job. He was helping take care of you. He was being nice. He was trying to make your stay more comfortable. There was nothing to read into.

Your time being his patient was up and your time with him was up.

You tried to remain realistic, but the sadness still crept up as he rolled you closer to the door.

Once outside, you saw your neighbor exit the car and wave you over. Tom steered in the direction and slowed before rolling to a stop and hitting the brake locks on the wheels.

“Hi, I’m Taylor.”

“Tom.” They shook hands as Tom passed off your bag for Taylor to put in the backseat.

“I’m sorry for the circumstances, but it really has been a pleasure having you as a patient and getting to know you, Y/N.” Tom admitted as he walked around to face you. He grabbed the papers from your lap. “Take care of yourself, okay?” You had shared many smiles with Tom, but this one felt sadder.

“I will. Thank you for everything, Tom. I mean it.” You reached up and squeezed his hand. He gave you a light squeeze back while smiling down at you. Taylor returned from the backseat of the car and Tom turned to them.

“These are her important papers about follow up appointments, medications, what to do at home, all of that so please make sure she doesn’t lose any of them.” He emphasized the point.

“Got it. Thanks.” Taylor held onto the stack while Tom turned back to you.

“If I can’t handle a few papers on my own, then maybe I shouldn’t be going home yet, Tom.” You laughed.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure they made it home with you.” He walked closer. “You ready to get in?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. He helped you up, supporting you just as a precaution. Once seated, you took a moment to catch your breath as you pulled the seatbelt down. He met your hand, taking it from you to buckle you in.

“You good?”

You nodded with a smile, “Just a little tired. No biggie.”

He looked you over before returning your smile, though his didn’t quite reach his eyes, “If you need us, call us. Otherwise go home and rest.”

This was it. This was goodbye.

“Thanks, Tom.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He shut the door. He walked back to the wheelchair, released the brake locks and headed inside. He looked back only when your car was driving away.

“Here’s those papers that are so important.” Taylor handed you the stack after they got in.

“Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“Better. Thanks.” You felt them looking at you as they joined traffic.

“You sure? You sound like you feel awful.”

You try to remind yourself to forget the sweet and attractive nurse and start moving forward.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You decide to distract yourself by reading through your discharge paperwork, when something caught your eye. On top was a sticky note with the hospital’s letterhead. You were sure it wasn’t there before. Looking closer it read,

Y/N,

In case you need someone to talk to when you can’t sleep.

555-5555

P. S. I have a connection to some pretty good pudding cups too.

Tom

The smile that grew on your face was undeniable. All the feelings you suppressed came flooding in. He wasn’t just being nice. He actually liked you.

One thing you knew for sure was that even though you would be in your own bed tonight, you still would be up, talking to a very special nurse.

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Lean On Me - 1.5K

Summary: You are under the weather but Harrison is there to make it better. That rhymed.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: fluff as always bc it’s me, being sick 🤢, idk prob nothing else

A/N: I started this a little over a month ago when I was sick. Picked it up again a couple of weeks ago when I got sick again. Finished it after I had a stomach bug this weekend. So if you liked it you can thank my shotty immune system.

You didn’t wake up when Harrison did. He was an early riser and you.. were not.

You were, however, a light sleeper and would usually wake up when he rolled out of bed, no matter how quiet he attempted to be.

But today when you woke up, you noticed he wasn’t there. Then, almost immediately, you noticed the aches covering your entire body.

Without even looking at the clock, you decided you could use some more sleep.

When you woke up again, you weren’t feeling any better. You decided to get up anyway and try to push through. Maybe you just needed some breakfast and to move around a bit.

You made your way into the kitchen after grabbing one of Harrison’s hoodies to help with the chills. You were staring at the open fridge for who knows how long when you felt him come up behind you.

“There’s my sleepy head.”

“Huh?”

“It’s almost noon. I was starting to get worried, but figured everyone deserves a day to sleep in now and then.”

Noon? You had no idea. Sure, you slept later than Harrison, but not that late.

You were still standing in front of the fridge, processing Harrison’s information. You must have looked as confused as you felt, prompting Harrison’s next question.

“Love, are you alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah I don’t feel the best, but I’m okay.”

“Well, why don’t you go sit down? I’ll make you some lunch. Or breakfast.. Brunch!”

You gave him a small smile.

Normally you would put up more of a fight, wanting to prove your independence. Today, you didn’t feel like standing anymore. So you shuffled over to the barstool and sat down, leaning your weight on the island.

“What sounds good, darling?”

“I don’t know.”

He turned towards you and gave you a look of concern.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You do sound a little hoarse.”

“Yeah, I just don’t know what sounds good. I guess nothing sounds particularly appetizing.”

“Want to start with some toast? Some fruit? Maybe you will have more of an appetite in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Shortly after, he made the food and placed it in front of you, adding a quick kiss on your forehead as well. He pulled back and his smile fell. He placed a hand on your forehead to double check.

“Y/N. You’re burning up.”

“Really? I was freezing when I woke up.”

“Let me grab a thermometer.”

When he came back and took your temperature it confirmed his suspicions.

“You have a fever.”

“Maybe that’s why I don’t feel so good.” You mumbled while playing with the toast.

”Love, why don’t you go back to bed.”

You barely made a dent in your ‘brunch’ and your head was leaning so far forward you were practically laying on the counter.

“That sounds nice.”

“I have a Zoom meeting in a few minutes. But if you need me I can reschedule-“

“No, babe. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” He looked you over to make sure you seemed fine. “I’ll come and check on you after that okay?”

“Okay.”

“Text me if you need anything.”

“I’ll be fine, Harrison.”

You crawled back into bed and almost dozed off until your stomach started turning.

Oh no.

You jumped up and ran to your ensuite bathroom just in time to bring up the few bites of Harrison’s brunch you managed to get down. When you were sure everything was out, you used some toilet paper to wipe your mouth and flush.

Exhausted from vomiting your guts out, you did not have the energy or strength to get off the floor. It was then you realized your phone was on the bedside table if you needed Harrison, not that you would interrupt his meeting anyway.

Instead you curled up on the tile floor of the bathroom, “I’m just going to rest here for a moment.” You told yourself.

The cool tile felt good on your hot skin, as your chills had traded themselves for hot flashes. You stripped the hoodie away and used it as a makeshift pillow on the cool floor. “Just for a moment” until you regained your strength to go back to bed.

“Thanks. Bye!” Harrison ended his zoom and was anxious to check on you.

You hadn’t texted him, but he didn’t think you would anyway. You took such pride in being able to take care of yourself.

It was quiet as he made his way through the apartment and he assumed you were sleeping. When he made it to your room and the bed was empty, he was proven wrong.

Confused, he began looking around. Not seeing you in any other part of the house, he checked the bathroom. The door wasn’t shut so he quickly saw your body curled up on the bathroom floor, asleep. He noticed you were left in your tank top and sleep shorts with his hoodie now under your head, sweat sticking across your skin.

He wanted to let you sleep, but he also wanted to check in and see how you were feeling. Give you some medicine for your fever.

“Y/N?” He gently rubbed your arm. You stirred a bit before opening your eyes. “Hey, love. What happened here?”

“I threw up.” You sounded like a little kid and Harrison found it adorable.

“Yeah I kind of gathered that.” He spoke in a sweet voice still rubbing your side. “How come you’re in here and not the bed?”

“The cold felt good.” He nodded in understanding. “And I was too tired to get up.”

“You should’ve texted me.” He helped you sit up.

“I left my phone in there.” He gave you a sad nod as he rubbed your back.

“You wouldn’t have texted me even if you had your phone would you have?”

“Probably not. I don’t know. I don’t feel good.” You leaned into him and he held you.

“I know, love. I’m here now. What can I do? Do you need to get cleaned up? Do you want a cold rag?” You shook your head no.

“I just want to lie down.”

“Okay I can help with that.”

“I’m kind of dizzy.” You told him. You leaned into him further and your eyes remained shut.

“It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.” He encouraged as he pulled you up. “I’ve got you.”

He slowly helped you back to bed and gathered anything you might need while you got comfortable under the covers.

“Okay. I brought a wet rag in case you get hot again, another blanket and one of my hoodies in case you get cold. Here’s a bucket and a towel in case you feel sick again. Some tissues and water. Anything else?”

“I have a headache. Could you possibly-”

“Say no more.” Less than a minute later he returns with even more items in his hands.

“Here’s some medicine for your headache and it should also help bring your fever down. Here’s the thermometer so we can check it again later. Here’s some crackers because I don’t know if you should take the medicine on an empty stomach, but if you feel sick don’t force it, but if you think you can manage it here they are.” He smiled sheepishly while placing them on the bedside table. “Here’s some Gatorade to help replenish you if you’d rather have that than water. And I brought some movies if you weren’t sleepy yet.”

He finally finished rambling about the various items he brought. You smiled up at him taking in this sweet boy and all that he was. You took the medicine while he continued.

“Or if you want to be alone and rest I can definitely do that. I can go do some wor-”

“Harrison.”

“Hmm? You need something, love?”

“Yeah.” You weakly lift your arms up towards him “Come cuddle me.” He smiled before stripping out of the nice shirt he wore for his Zoom and crawling into bed with you.

“This better?” He asked after pulling you into his arms.

You still felt the aches, the nausea, and the hot flashes, but having Harrison hold you made it better.

“It’s better.” You yawned.

He gave you a kiss on your temple, noting that you weren’t as warm as you were before.

“Why don’t you try to get some rest, okay? I’ll be here when you get up. And then we’ll lay here and watch movies and I’ll make some soup.”

“Okay.” You leaned your head against his chest. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Of course. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, precious.” He smiled down at you, already asleep against his chest. “Feel better.”

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Teacher’s Pet - Harrison Osterfield Headcanon

Teacher’s Pet - Harrison HC

A/N: I was working in a school until a tornado came through last week and damaged it and now it’s closed until further notice and I can’t work there and see my work crushes and have to find somewhere else to work and there are a lot of ...um… hot, young teachers and the other day I was thinking about what it would be like to work in a school with Harrison as one of the fellow teachers. Which created this:

You and Harrison both taught at a High School

You were the new Lit teacher (because what do you think we do on this website)

And Harrison taught History

He could teach about the monarchy and Prince Leopold and WWII

Bonus: Tom would teach science

Because Peter Parker vibes

Harrison’s classroom was down the hall and he was always there anytime you needed help

Whether it was finding your way around, getting the copy machine to work, needing him to watch your class for a quick restroom break, knowing which substitutes were the best, which meals to avoid in the cafeteria, how to handle certain students, etc

He was more than helpful

His helpfulness turned into a friendship which turned into a flirtationship by the end of your first year

When your job was renewed and he was tenured at the end of the school year he asked you out to celebrate

You wouldn’t tell anyone when you first started dating because you didn’t need teenagers gossiping about their teachers

Much less your coworkers gossiping in the break room

But things were going very well so eventually you each told your classes

“Yes. The rumors are true. Mr. Osterfield and I are dating.”

Cue the little squeals and awes and trying to settle down the class

You would ride to work together and leave together most days

Nights of grading papers and making tests together

Asking for opinions on projects and assignments and how you handle certain students and their parents

If there were any unruly students you would discuss with each other how you handle them

“Oh that doesn’t work for them. You have to tell their coach. Or send them to me next time. I’ll handle it.”

The students ‘oooh’ing at you two anytime they see y’all together

Even if it was a simple work related conversation, everyone in the school loved to point out y’all being together

Eating lunch together in one of your classrooms

Because you sponsored the Prom Committee you had to be a chaperone and find other chaperones

He obviously was going to chaperone with you but he didn’t just tell you or sign up to volunteer

One day after school, you’re both in your classroom grading papers and you get to the bottom of the stack where you notice a paper in his handwriting

“Miss Y/L/N, Will you go to prom with me? Circle Yes or No”

Fighting a blush you circled ‘Yes’ and walked the paper over to the desk he was working at, placing it down, then giving him a brief kiss on the cheek

You both agreed PDA needed to be kept at the bare minimum while at school

During prom night you were both dressed up and went to a nice dinner before and had some drinks after

He managed to pry you away from chaperone duties for a dance

You would show school spirit and go to different games together to support your students

Dressed out in school colors and cheering along with the band

The kids loved seeing y’all out of the classroom and more of a couple

Loved teasing is probably more accurate

He would coach the track team and you’d go support his meets

And if you thought he looked good in his teacher clothes

Well..

He certainly looked good when he was in coach mode too

If one of you had to be out sick or something the other would check in on the substitute and the class

“Now, you know I’m going to tell Mr. Osterfield if there were any issues so you might as well behave.”

The students honestly loved you both though

They were your little spies around the holidays

He told them to sneakily find out what you wanted as a gift when they were in your class

But teenagers weren’t the most subtle and when half of your class suddenly took an interest in your holiday wish-list you knew something was up

During teacher workdays you tried to each get stuff done in your own classrooms but inevitably ended up in one another’s room talking

You were certainly glad you had chosen this career path that led you to this school and then Harrison

You always had been a Teacher’s Pet. 😌

A/N: I only really know how schools work in the U.S. so if it doesn’t make sense for where you live, I’m sorry. But I’m over here simping for Teacher!Haz and I feel like there’s plenty of room to explore this so if you have a request for more of any of this please send it in!

I miss my school. My kids. My work crushes coworkers.

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