Sheldon ran down the stairs as fast as he could. He and Amy were going to the movies and he had to get there fast so he could find the acoustic sweet spot before that seat was taken. He ran down two flights of stairs before tripping and tumbling down head first. Suddenly everything went black.
When he came to, he was in the hospital. "Have these sheets been cleaned?" he asked shooting up, repulsed by the publicly used linen. "Oh look he's awake. How unfortunate," Sheldon heard someone mutter, than looked around to see that Leonard, Raj, Howard, Bernadette, and Penny were all there. Only one person was missing. "Where's Amy?" he asked. "Don't you wanna know what happened?" Penny asked in reply. "The last thing I remember is running down the stairs; Now I'm in the hospital. So I can conclude I injured myself on the stairs."
This rewarded the physicist with what he was sure were looks of envy from his companinons. "I can also conclude from this woozy feeling and the pounding in my head I have a small concussion." Leonard shook his head. "Yes. The doctor says you can return home after they've done some tests to make sure that's all that's wrong." Sheldon nodded. "Well then, we should be leaving within the hour," Sheldon said trying to avoid contact with the pillow beneath him.
"Actually, Sheldon we all have to get back to work. We just came to make sure you were okay," Howard informed him. "Amy's on her way now, though. She'll take you home," Penny added comfortingly. "Speaking of which, you should thank Penny, Sheldon. She found you and called the ambulance," Leonard said. "Thankyou Penny for remembering what numbers get the flashing lights to come," Sheldon offered. Knowing from experience this what all she was going to get, Penny nodded. "You're welcome sweetie," she said as they left.
A while later, Amy walked in armed with a can of Lysol. "I figured you'd be needing this," she said handing it to him. "Amy Farrah Fowler, you're perfect you know that?" Sheldon exclaimed spraying every part of the bed and his clothes with the disinfectant spray. "I try," she answered sounding self-satisfied. "Well the doctors have decided I'm okay to go home. The morons; I could've told them that," Sheldon said shaking his head dissapprovingly. "I'm sure. Ready to go?" He nodded and the two germophobic scientists carefully left the disease infested hospital.
A/N: Well, there goes my attempt at a BBT fanfic. What do you think? Keep going, or quit while I'm ahead? Also, I'm sorry if the dialogue doesn't sound real. It's hard to capture adult genius vocabulary and speech when your still in high school