This is for my good friend Rhy from Tumblr~
This world needs more DenSu so yup. This is totally random so forgive me. (It's somewhat boring at first..)
Warnings! AU, Human names, Docter!Berwald, and Patient!Matthias
Berwald sighed, it was already midnight- but he was still working until 6am. Oh the joys of the late shift, though really he didn't mind, but he did get tired of all the drunks who walked in at odd hours of the night. He found that the only real accidents that happened in the small Danish city, we drunk ones. But that was how it was...
Some days he wondered why he'd moved from Stockholm all the way out to Denmark, but the pay was good and the people were friendly. He put the last of the papers he'd be organising from his last patient- an elderly woman who'd been his patient as long as he'd worked at the mid-sized hospital.
He worked in the Emergency Room on his weekend night shifts, but during the week he primarily dealt with the elderly. The old people had taken a liking to him as soon as he started working at the hospital. The nurses said it was that he was silent and very patient, unlike most of the other doctors who loathed working with the elderly.
Though- at the current moment he was sitting in his small office inside the ER watching a few people go in and out, it was still 'early' for a Saturday. Berwald knew better then to be fooled by the quiet sooner or later a number of people would flood the ER smelling of Danish beer with all sorts of cuts, scrapes, and breaks.
Berwald had just finished wrapping a young female tourists arm in a sling; she'd fallen down a stairwell trying to get up to her hotel room- drunk as a skunk. With a firm nod he bid her goodnight, in his thick Swedish accent he reminded her to lay low and come in for a check up. He turned back to the slowly filling ER, and saw a tall man enter the large room.
His blond hair was spiked haphazardly, he seemed to be close Berwald's own age- not that he particularly cared- but the man was also walking like he was drunk. He stumbled slightly as he walked to sit in one of the chairs- he seemed to be mumbling something but Berwald couldn't hear from the distance he was standing.
A busty Ukrainian nurse whose name was almost always shortened to Kat, went up to the aforementioned man and asked him what had brought him the ER, she raised a surprised eyebrow and waved Berwald himself over.
Berwald walked up to the man and Kat, "What's th' issue?" He asked turning to Katyusha as he spoke. From the corner of his eye he saw the still unknown man fidget a bit, Berwald didn't know weather it was from drunkenness or pain of some sort.
"Um..." The man spoke up slightly, "I kinda broke m' ankle 'r some shit fallin' over my life sized replica of Ariel from the Little Mermaid...that I made of 'f LEGO." Berwald
Berwald resisted the urge to laugh, his face was still stony as ever- but his eyes slightly gave him away. "Well...Kat- can ya help 'im inta th' examination room?" The woman nodded with a slight giggle and helped the spiky haired man from the chair he was sitting on.
Berwald sat on a chair in front of the man, "I need som' 'f yer personal information befor' I can do 'nything..." He said taking a pen and clipboard out- he was only really doing this because the other didn't seem to be in any immediate pain or distress.
"Name's Matthias Køhler!" He said with a slightly...flirtatious grin. Berwald resisted rolling his eyes, this was a hospital not a bar was what he wanted to say but the man now dubbed Matthias continued. "24 years old, 'nd I work fer the LEGO factory!" Berwald raised an eyebrow, was that why he had a life sized replica of the little mermaid?
"'lright..." He hummed quickly writing down the information in his scratchy handwriting before putting the clip board and pen aside- opting to put on a pair of disposable gloves. "Can ya take off yer shoe 'nd sock- from th' foot that's hurt?" He asked, using the back of his hand he pushed his wire-rimmed glasses back up his nose.
Matthias pulled off his left boot and carefully pulled off the woollen sock he was wearing. Berwald could immediately see the ankle was swollen and slightly off in it's position. Looking up to the Danish man he said, "Yer gonna have t' get an x-ray..."
Giving a shrug, Matthias spoke up- "Nah...I think if ya wrap it up and go on a date with me it'll be fine." Berwald blinked in surprise at the other man's words, what had he just said-did he really...?
"Vad?" He said plainly, his glasses started to slip back down his nose again and Matthias leaned from his sitting position on the bed to push up his glasses. Berwald flinched back at the contact; he could see that Matthias was grinning.
"Ya heard me- I've seen you round and I've wanted to ask- but 'could never find you." He paused waving a hand, "Someone told me ya work here- and so I twisted my ankle by accidentally-on-purpose falling over m' dear Ariel..." The Dane trailed off as he was being giving an incredulous look by Berwald who was completely and utterly shocked- though it was hard to tell.
Berwald shifted back awkwardly, "Ya hurt yerself...t' find me?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, "Yoo...'re an idiot." He sighed loudly and shook his head- this made no sense- at all. What the hell was Matthias on?
"Maybe so..." Matthias laughed, "But I can be yer idiot." He winked attempting to be sexy- but it wasn't really working in Berwald's eyes. With a sigh Berwald thought- if the man was willing to hurt himself to find him it would be better to 'go on a date' with him.
"Fin'. Only 'f ya don't do somethin' stupid lik' this ever 'gain." He deadpanned, the other man's face lit up like a Christmas tree as he spoke.
"Great! Gimme yer number then...can ya...um.." Matthias paused in his words rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "...can ya fix me up? 'Cause I think I actually hurt myself..."
With that Berwald shook his head almost immediately regretting his decision.
What had he gotten himself into?
I lied, Rhy.
This is going to be multichapter.
And I fail at writing Denmark soooo
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