Tbh I don't even know where this will go. I got the idea last night and decided it would make a decent storyline that I done think has been done before, so I hope you guys enjoy something different. Don't forget to REVIEW.
Bleeping noises were the first thing his ears picked up on. The last thing he remembered was driving home from his best friend's house and swerving on a bit of black ice on the road. Having picked up a bad habit of not wearing his seat belt, that didn't help him out either.
He was pretty sure he was dead and was lying on a bed in heaven, there was no way he would have survived, everything went black as soon as his scar skidded round the corner and into the bricked wall on the edge.
His eyes opened, the soreness of them being closed for all this time affecting his site, screwing his eyes up at the bright light in the room. He assumed he wasn't dead, or else in heaven they had hospitals, which was what he seemed to have been in.
It wasn't like he wasn't paying attention to the road, or he was on his phone or thinking about something, he just couldn't see the ice and completely lost control of the car. He was lucky to be alive.
He could feel his right leg being weighed down by what he only assumed was a cast. He also could feel wires stuck to his chest up from the disgusting gown he was wearing, and a few drips on his wrist and inner arm. All this fuss, he thought ungratefully, when all these monitors and different equipment had probably saved his life.
He wasn't a man to say he had a lot to lose, he didn't. He had his house, his friends and his job. He couldn't remember the last time he had a stable relationship with a girl, him and his friends were pretty hopeless when it came to being committed to the one girl. He was in his 30's, he didn't see the point in rushing ahead and making his life miserable by sticking to the one girl for the rest of his life.
Phil Brooks his name was, or Punk to his close friends, he worked in the local Tradepoint warehouse, stocking the trucks up, taking in stock, lifting heavy boxes. He didn't find it fun, but then again he didn't find a lot of things fun. The only thing that got him through it was working with his buddies, Dean and Seth. They were a little younger but somehow they had crossed paths and became instant best friends.
His house was simple, small and ideal for just him and some other person, whoever that may be. It hardly had anything in it really, a kitchen with the essential equipment, a living room with a couch, TV and bits and bobs around it, a bedroom with a double bed and clausets and a bathroom in the hall. It wasn't anything fancy, but then again… he wasn't a fancy guy. He wore whatever clothes were in reach, his hair was usually slicked back before he left the house, unless you were one of those lucky girls that got to spend the night and see his morning hair, which to him wasn't a pretty sight. He had a lip ring that to his surprise, girls really digged, and he had a crazy bunch of tattoo's everywhere. His full chest and both arms covered, with a few on his legs, hands, ankles and one behind his ear as well.
His attention was brought over to what he assumed was his nurse, walking in with a clipboard and pen, her glasses perched on her nose as she looked him up and down.
"Good, you're awake." The women smiled.
Punk just nodded. She could see, that was a start. She didn't look like a typical nurse. For starters her name tag that read AJ, had a skull engraved next to it. She also was wearing converse he could see and her hair wasn't tied back like most nurses, it was long… so long, down and over her face, a light brown colour. He always was a brunette type of guy.
"What happened?" Punk asked her, he still hadn't gathered yet what had actually happened to him. Yeah, he knew he had crashed and how, but what were his injuries and what really happened to the car after everything went dark.
"You crashed your car into the side of a wall on the edge of the road. You weren't wearing a seatbelt." She said with a disapproving look towards him, "But you're going to be alright. You have a broken leg which will heal in its own time, everything else seems to have cleared off, your concussion, your blood loss from the cuts on your head… you should be admitted from here in a few days." She said, knowing he would like to hear that.
"Thank god." Punk said, laying his head back on the pillow, "Have you called my friends?" Punk asked, they were the only people who he relied on in life these days, his family were no help to him, cut them off a long time ago, if anyone were to visit him, it would be Seth and Dean.
"I haven't. No." AJ said, shaking her head, "But here…" She said, walking over to the chair which Punks clothes that he came in wearing from the crash were, reaching in the pocket and sliding out his iPhone, passing it over to him.
"Thanks." Punk smiled as she passed him the phone.
"You're welcome." AJ said, flipping her away from her face for the first time since checking up on him, watching him look up at her with a gaze.
Punk hadn't realised how pretty she actually was when her hair was pushed away from her face. She had a beautiful face with stunning eyes that looked so innocent, like she hadn't and wouldn't do a bad thing in her life.
"I'll be back in a few hours to check up on you again." AJ smiled to him. It was part of the job, smiling. She wished it wasn't, because she hated doing it, but it was and it apparently helped calm he patients down, even though this man didn't look like he needed calmed down, he looked fine to her.
Punk just nodded, smiling back as she walked out of his room, shutting the door over and leaving him to call his friends to explain what had happened, but that he was alright and would be out in a few days.
After a few hours had went by, Punk seen the nurse reappear again, coming in and taking his heart rate and other monotorised information, "How is your leg?" She asked, giving him another vaccination of pain relief, to help ease the pain of his body before he went to bed.
"It's alright." Punk said, keeping his arms still for her to inject the needle into him. He hated to take medication or anything that he seen as drugs, but his body was pretty sore, one time wouldn't hurt. That was another thing about him. He was straight edge, didn't drink, didn't smoke and certainly didn't do drugs. Many people found that shocking from the way he looked, but it was a true statement.
"Do you think you'll need crutches?" She asked him once finished with the vaccination, putting the used kit in the bin and wiping any blood that had spilled from him with a bit of cotton wool.
"Probably, I mean I can't hop around everywhere, can I?" He said with a sarcastic, jerky smiles.
AJ just made a fake laugh. He was one of they patients you just wanted to crack square in the nose, someone who didn't take into consideration that his life had just been saved by her and other members of staff. Yet even though he looked annoying and sarcastic, he did have a sweet smile with the cutest, deepest, green eyes ever.
"I'll be round in the morning to check on you. Do you need anything before I leave?" She asked him, heading for the door.
"No, I'm good thanks." Punk smiled to her as she just nodded and said goodnight, leaving out of the room and shutting the door behind him.
There was something about her that really attracted himself to her, even though she completely wasn't his usual type. She just looked like a sweet, caring, humble woman, and he digged they type of chicks.
AJ finally got home after the huge trek from the hospital to her house. It was a tiring job, working from 7am to 10pm at night, she was always tired and barely had time to eat half of the time, hints to why she was so thin. She was in her late 20's and lived alone in her house, but she liked it that way. Being someone who was a nurse, who had to deal with people every single day, she didn't really like being surrounded by people and she certainly didn't like getting too familiar with people, aka men, from her previous experiences.
She put a ready-made meal in the oven, while she quickly went for a shower while it cooked.
She done the same thing almost every day, get up and work. Unless it was her off day, which would be spent catching up on all of the programmes she missed during the week or before. She did sometimes wish she could fall in love with someone who just loved her back, that was all she wanted for her previous relationship that failed miserably and caused her to move out of the city, but she didn't know if she could trust another man again.
The next morning, Punk woke up to see AJ already in his room. It almost freaked him out a little, but something about seeing her face as soon as he woke up made him smile, but he immediately told himself to cut it out, she was just his nurse.
"How you feeling?" She asked, stapling some papers together at the bottom of the bed.
"I'm ok." Punk nodded, thankful for her concern, but she was paid to do that, he supposed.
"You'll be lucky to hear that they're discharging you tomorrow. So you know, obviously you won't be able to drive, if you could get someone to pick you up." AJ said, "Also, you're booked in for therapy after that leg is healed, make sure you go." She warned him, it was for his own good and health.
"What if I don't?" He said in teasing manner.
"Then you'll be the one stuck with a non-sturdy leg for the rest of your life." April smiled at him. The therapy was generally just a few week programme to get the feeling and movement back in a broken limb, only if it was a clean break though, which his was. Sometimes it isn't even the break that need therapy afterwards, sometimes it's about not having moved your leg for all these months that it's been stuck with a cast on. It was optional but she suggested that all her patients went, especially when it was free.
"I can't have that, can I." Punk said, he liked winding her up already, as well as speaking to her normally, she just had a gentle and calm atmosphere about her, he figured that's why she made a good nurse and carer.
AJ just gave him a smile and he gave her one straight back. It was like fireworks had just exploded in the room, right in front of her eyes. She hadn't noticed how dreamy this man actually was until looking into his eyes as he smiled for the first time.
"So what does the AJ stand for? I know that isn't your real name." Punk said. He would be so embarrassed if her real name was indeed AJ, but he extremely doubted it.
"April. My name is April. Middle name is Jeanette, everyone just shortened it to AJ when I was born." She shrugged.
"And it all makes sense now." Punk smiled, "April is a pretty name, you should be called it more often." He said, it all made sense. She had such a pretty name that fitted her pretty self.
"You're the only one that seems to think that." AJ smiled, glad that someone thought her real name was pretty, "I'll see you later." She smiled over at him, watching him raise his cup of water at her in a cheers signal, chuckling to herself as she walked out of the room.
"Dude, you are such an idiot." Dean chuckled as he helped Punk into the back of the car outside the hospital the next day. His dirty blonde hair messy all over his face, his leather jacket and dirty jeans on him like they always were. Seth sat in the passenger's side watching as Punk winced his body into the car.
"Are you in pain?" Seth asked sympathetically. He always was the caring friend.
"Yeah. I feel like I've put my body through a car crash." Punk said, lifting his head with a sarcastic smile to his uncaring friend, Dean, "Oh wait, I have." Punk said, as Dean just rolled his eyes.
"Oh be quiet. You're getting no sympathy from me. They don't invent seat belts for no reason." Dean said, throwing the crutches that Punk had carelessly in beside him as Punk just rolled his eyes.
A part of him didn't want to leave the hospital, he would miss AJ and her caring humour every few hours checking up on him, even if it was only a few days she took care of him. Maybe he would start that therapy she suggested early, just to come see her, he really had an urge to see her again and he didn't have a clue why.
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