A/N Hey guys! I am a HUGE fan of the show and I decided it was high time I tried my hand at writing. Please read and review because it will let me know if I should continue the story. Enough with the jibber jabber, enjoy!
Disclaimer: The Big bang Theory is owned by Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady. If I owned these characters, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction.
Four years.
It had been four years since the enigma that was Sheldon Lee Cooper had entered into her life. Never would she have ever imagined that she would have a boyfriend or even better girlfriends and a bestie!
Amy sat in her apartment anxiously awaiting the arrival of her favorite theoretical physicist, flipping through the latest issue of Neuron to pass the time.
After what seemed like hours of staring at brains in the glossy magazine, Amy heard Sheldon's signature knock on her front door.
*knock,knock,knock* Amy!
*knock,knock,knock* Amy!
*knock,knock,knock* Amy!
Amy enthusiastically opened her door and was greeted by the handsome face and stunning blue eyes of one Sheldon Cooper. He was clad in his usual attire, complete with a blue thermal, a grey shirt with the Flash logo emblazoned across the chest and khaki pants. It was the 3rd Thursday this month, which meant Date Night.
"Come on in Sheldon! Would you like a beverage? I have Yoohoo or Strawberry Quik," asked Amy.
"I'll take a Yoohoo please."
Amy went to the kitchen to pour him a glass of the brown beverage, but her thoughts began to wander back to the first time she had met him in that coffee shop all those years ago.
She expected the yearly date to go no smoother than any of her other romantic endeavors. After years of failures, Amy expected this one to go like all the others. Her dates before ranged from creepy pedophile types to shy guys who wouldn't speak to her. But as soon as she saw Sheldon Cooper she knew he was different. With his justice league shirt and plaid pants, this man gave Amy a little more hope than any of her previous encounters.
If only she could go back and tell past Amy that she was having a first date with man she would come to love.
WOAH. HOLD ON A SEC. LOVE!?
Just two years ago, Amy would have laughed at the notion of romantic love, but now she had a boyfriend who was holding her hand regularly and had even kissed her on a train this past Valentine's Day. She had to stop those ludicrous thoughts about Sheldon because she knew that the object of her affection didn't feel the same way about her. She feared that if he ever found out about her true feelings than he would feel pressured and distance himself from her.
At that moment she realized that she dropped the glass of Yoohoo on the floor, sending glass shattering everywhere, bringing her back to the present.
Sheldon heard the loud crash, quickly shot up from where he was sitting on Amy's couch and briskly walked over to the kitchen where his girlfriend was picking up large glass shards off the tile floor.
"Amy are you ok?" Sheldon leaned down over Amy, inspecting her arms and forearms for any major cuts or gashes. He gasped loudly after discovering that there was a deep cut across her left hand, sending blood trickling down her arm.
"Amy! Your hand!" Sheldon said weakly, ready to faint from the sight of so much blood.
She looked up from her glass gathering, finally noticing the inches long gash on her hand.
"Sheldon I think this may need some serious bandages. Can you go into my bathroom and get the first aid kit? It's under the sink on the left."
He hurriedly went into her bathroom to obtain the necessary materials, including a small first aid kit and some towels to clean the floor. Amy was still picking up glass when Sheldon returned to the kitchen.
"Amy, let me help you put the bandages on your hand."
"No, that's okay, I know how uncomfortable you are around blood."
He was momentarily touched by Amy's understanding of one of his many phobia's, but was not going to let his girlfriend take care of herself in her time of need.
"Under the Booboo's and Ouchies clause of our Relationship Agreement, the boyfriend is supposed to take care of the girlfriend when she is hurt or sick."
Amy managed to crack a small smile at Sheldon's insistence on taking care of her hand. Most times she thought the Relationship Agreement was very restrictive, planning everything from their Date Nights to when they could hold hands, but in this one instance she was overjoyed that her mysophobic boyfriend was going to touch her voluntarily
"Thank you Sheldon. I'm usually never that much of a klutz, I guess I was just lost in my thoughts."
"What were you thinking about?" Sheldon inquired, while he finished wrapping her hand with the gauze bandage.
Did she dare tell him the real reason? "I…I was just remembering how we met," Amy told him, barely above a whisper.
"Oh."
Amy was slightly taken aback by his short response so she suggested that they get off the floor to the table or kitchen counter.
"Why don't we move to where there is a flat surface? I think it would AAAGHHHH!"
"Amy, Amy are you alright?"
"No, Sheldon I think I may have deepened the cut by trying to get up. I think AGGGHHH I need to go to the ER."
Sheldon began to look extremely uncomfortable now. On one hand he wanted to help his girlfriend who was crying in pain. On the other, however, he was a little apprehensive with all the touching.
He was certain that he was working on his issues with physical intimacy, he promised Amy he would. But every time he would try, the logic side of his brain would take over and remind him of all the germs and bacteria, killing any chance of any physical contact.
"Sheldon I really think I need to go to the emergency room for stitches."
He saw that she was losing a lot of blood because the gash had opened from her palm to almost her elbow on her left hand. The bandage that he had previously wrapped around her hand was doing no good now as the blood continued to briskly spill out of the gash. He knew that if she didn't get serious help soon, there would be bigger problems ahead.
Pushing aside his qualms about physical intimacy for a while, Sheldon assisted Amy in getting into one of her barstools by the kitchen counter.
"Would you like me to call an ambulance?"
"No Sheldon, that wont be quick enough. Can you drive me to the hospital? Please?"
With that plea in mind, Sheldon thought back to the last time he had to help a damsel in distress. While the guys were away watching for a meteor shower, he had to drive Penny to the hospital because of a dislocated shoulder. He swore he would never drive again after receiving points on his nonexistent license and a hefty fine for a ticket.
But Amy was different. She had been his girlfriend now for a couple of years and his friend for at least four. She was the only person that he had ever met that understood him and made him feel like he could be himself. Though he would never admit this to anyone ever, he knew that he was beginning to have feelings for her that were more than just purely intellectual. That damn experiment of hers!
Snapping him back to the present was a whimper of pain coming from his distraught girlfriend. Right then and there he decided that he would drive her to the hospital in her time of need, logic be damned.
He quickly grabbed Amy's car keys and a key to her apartment from a ring hanging next to her counter. He then realized that he would have to guide Amy down to her Volvo, seeing as she was growing weaker by the second.
With an arm wrapped protectively around her small waist and her right hand slung lazily over his shoulders, Sheldon guided Amy to the elevator and down to her car.
He precariously sat Amy down in the passenger seat, buckled her up, and switched back over to the drivers side of Amy's silver Volvo.
Well isn't this a weir turn of events. Me driving. Deity that I don't believe in, help us all.
Luckily it was a short drive to Glendale General Hospital and there weren't too many hard turns or maneuvers that Sheldon had to complete. Every so often, Sheldon would sneak a quick glance over at Amy and it just wanted to make him tear up.
Amy was quickly losing consciousness, the gauze now completely useless compared to the vast amount of blood that she lost.
"Sh…Shel…Sheldon, thank you for dri…driving me to the hos…hospital", Amy said, her voice raspy and breathy. Shortly after thanking him, Sheldon noticed that Amy had passed out.
With a hellish 20-minute drive behind him, Sheldon carried Amy into the emergency room, with upper body strength he never knew he had. He had always assumed that due to his height and build that he was the strongest out of his little rag tag bunch, but he never thought he possessed the ability to carry another human being.
"Would somebody please help me? My girlfriend severely cut her arm and now she has passed out."
Some three or four nurses came out of the back, rolling a gurney and shouting commands that Sheldon was unfamiliar with. They took Amy out of his hands and immediately wheeled her back to ICU.
Hmmm. I feel a bit funny.
In a matter of seconds, everything went black.
A/N- Remember reviews are appreciated and they make my day!
-Katie