There were a crowd of fascists in the street and Vyvyan was with his gang ready to smash the fash
Vyvyan had his trusty cricket bat with him at the fight as he prepared to strike
A brawl had begun
Noses were punched, knobs were kicked, and it came to an end
News reporters were joining to interview the onlookers, the police arrived to arrest the fascists and Vyvyan was beaten up
His nose was bleeding, his shoulder was dislocated, and he felt like he was going to be sick
Vyvyan shrugged off the selfish journos as he was happy that the fash got what they deserved he couldn't say the same for himself though
People were intimidated by Vyvyan, but he didn't want help any way he tried to keep his composure, but the pain was excruciating
Once at the hospital, while his vision was hazy his screams could be heard as his shoulder was put back into place.
He was kept overnight and ended up throwing a fit about how all these wires were being attached to his arm, how people were fidgeting with his body he didn't want to act up, but his sensory levels were through the roof.
When amongst the crowd of strange doctors there was a student nurse named Rick,
he looked about the same age as Vyvyan when Vyvyan tried to punch Rick, but he dodged the punch.
Rick's voice sounded stuck up but compared to the others he was the calmest sounding out of all of them
He pushed aside the other doctors,
"Alright fascists stop clamouring around the patient leave him with me I'll sort this out"
and addressed Vyvyan "Listen I know this is frightening I don't like half of these people either"
while he started to count, and Vyvyan tried to count too his senses focused more on this mysterious man and the numbers as he started breathing in and out while he said each number.
Vyvyan calmed down as he had medicine orally sprayed onto his tongue
He looked up to see Rick pressing the syringe into his mouth he had pigtails and a quite feminine sounding voice, but something drew Vyvyan to Rick.
Then he started to scold Vyvyan albeit in a less aggressive tone to when he was yelling at the others
To Vyvyan Rick just sounded like a whiny ponce
"I get you were trying to smash the fash, but you were basically walking on eggshells considering how careless you were at the fight"
Vyvyan rolled his eyes waiting for Rick to shut up
Rick said,
"You should've been more careful I swear the NHS get too many of your type these days"
Vyvyan said,
"More Careful? you mean weak and letting the fash walk over us like how you let those higher in your workplace walk over you because of you being a trainee to them"
Rick was offended,
"You take that back sir"
Vyvyan raised his eyebrow
"Sir? I'm not Winston Churchill you know"
Rick scoffed,
"Then what's your name then I'd like to hear it"
Vyvyan made an empty threat
"If you don't want to get hurt tell the others to leave"
Rick regained his composure as he addressed the other doctors,
"Right...the patient and I are going to have a private talk so could you leave me with him?"
One of the doctors nodded,
"Certainly"
The rest of the doctors left the room
Rick softened his voice,
"So, what's your name"
Vyvyan folded his hands mumbling,
"Vyvyan, Vyvyan Basterd"
Rick was taken aback by the strange surname,
"Oh, I apologize about the squabble earlier
Vyvyan shrugged,
"That's not my real surname but I can't remember the old one...ever since I?" Vyvyan stopped talking and looked away
"Never mind"
Rick understood,
"I understand Vyvyan but to avoid more incidents like today I'm going to have to put on restraints"
Vyvyan settled,
"Do what you want I'm tired anyway"
Rick then prepared the restraints as he delicately tied them over Vyvyan's legs.
By the time he was done tying them Vyvyan had fallen asleep Rick took the blanket and pulled it over before quietly walking out of the room.