AN: I'm at it again, writing another slashfic for hot boys in Summer Bay. This time it's Nate/Andy because seriously, Nate did ask Andy, a complete stranger, to move into his hotel room. As if fangirls weren't gonna latch onto that ;) This one's a little more light-hearted than my usual, most of the same warnings apply- slash, swearing etc. And as always I'm using some plot points from the show, anything that doesn't fit in with cannon is most likely intentional and I may take liberties with timelines. Anyway enough raving from me, read on and enjoy!

The world came into focus around Andy as he opened his eyes. He didn't recognise this place. He shifted to survey his surrounds, his movement causing the pain in his side to intensify. He groaned with it, that's right, he'd been stabbed.

"Hey, you're alright," a fancy accent assured him, "try not to move too much, you'll pull the stitches." Strange hands eased him back down and he hurt too much to argue.

"Where am I?"

"We bought you back to Heath and Bianca's place. Sorry we couldn't do better than a couch, but you insisted we didn't take you to the hospital." Andy didn't mind the couch it was more the where and who that concerned him.

"We?"

"Heath found you on the beach and I helped patch you up."

"And you are?" For the first time Andy took the time to actually look at the man sitting here with him. He was... well, he was pretty, there was no other word for it. At least not one Andy could think of in his current groggy state. His face was all perfect lines and smooth skin and lovely blue eyes rimmed with pretty lashes.

"Sorry, I'm Doctor Cooper. Nate if you like, this isn't very professional after all."

"It's plenty professional enough," Andy said, a random memory of a saline bag being held above him, playing through his mind. "Thanks Doc."

"Happy to help," the doctor replied, "though I would prefer you were in hospital..." Andy liked that the doctor hadn't demanded it, he'd just suggested it, and it was a suggestion Andy was going to ignore. Cops and their questions were the last thing Andy wanted.

"No this is fine."

"I thought that might be the case. I need to check this again." The doctor leaned over Andy, his expert hands working quickly over Andy's abdomen, feeling for what, Andy had no idea. Hopefully it wasn't for butterflies, 'cause suddenly there were plenty of them flitting about in there. Andy sucked in a quick breath when the doctor found a particularly tender spot. "That's painful?"

"Yeah," Andy said through gritted teeth, knowing there was some smartarse comment to be made but not quite being able to grasp it.

"I'll give you another painkiller injection," the doctor said, reaching for his bag. He took out a syringe and a small glass bottle, holding them up to measure the dose. With his eyes still on the drug he was drawing and small smile formed on his face. "I wouldn't do this for just anyone you know." Was he flirting? No, that was ridiculous Andy reprimanded himself. He should not read that much into the doctor's comment when he was this doped up.

AN: Well, let me know what you think and if you want more :) Thanks for reading.