Hangovers and No Angels
A/N
This is a fic for 9boys-and-1hospital on Tumblr seeing as she asked for it!
Oneshot.
Reviews welcome,
Laura xxx
It was the morning after the consultant's ball. Surprisingly, Max had stayed reasonably sober, Zoe however had gotten-well, slightly more than a bit drunk. She had fallen asleep on Max in the taxi on the way home, he had carried her up to his room at the student house and she hadn't woken up since. Max had been awake a fair while, and had rung in sick for the pair of them because he knew Zoe would be in no fit state to go to work, and besides, Max liked to look after her.
"Zoe... Zoe? Wake up!" Max gently shook his partner awake.
"... I'm tired..." Zoe protested, rolling away from him.
"Hungover are we?"
"Go 'way"
"No."
"Why?" Zoe growled.
"Because I love and care for you, silly. Now, you don't feel particularly well, so I know what you want: No Angels on YouTube and chicken soup to eat, and my Holby hoodie to wear. Am I right?"
"Yes." Zoe rolled over to face him. "How d'you know me so well?" she mumbled.
"I just do. Every time you're poorly, it's what you ask for."
"Well you got it right." Zoe said, beginning to wake up.
"And that's why you loved me!"
"Very true. Is Robyn home?"
"No, she and Lofty are at work so we have the place to ourselves." Max smiled.
"That's good, I wouldn't want Robyn spreading gossip abiut Dr Hanna's hangovers." Said Zoe.
"She wouldn't do that" Protested Max.
"I wouldn't put it past her!" Snapped Zoe. Her hangover was showing.
Max got Zoe's ipad from her bag and tapped on the youtube icon.
Zoe was sat up in bed by now, so Max handed her Ipad to her. "There you go, I'll go and get your soup. I made quite a lot of it the day before yesterday, I had an inkling that it'd be needed." He informed her.
"Where's your Holby hoodie? I'm cold!" Demanded the consultant.
"Here" Max got his hoodie from a nearby chair and chucked it to her.
"Thank you" Zoe happily wriggled into the hoodie, it went down almost to her knees and was way too long for her arms, but she loved to wear it because it smelt of Max, and besides, it was comfy.
Zoe chose her favourite episode of No Angels to watch and settled down.
"I don't know why you watch that programme, it's rubbish! It's about silly nurses!"
"I'd watch it if I were you, don't let Robyn hear that!" Zoe answered. Robyn had got Zoe addicted to No Angels in the first place.
"But it's crap!"
"No it is not! Now stop arguing with me and go and get my soup!" Zoe ordered.
"Yes Ma'am"
Zoe threw a cushion at him as he was leaving the room, the cheek of him!
Max heated Zoe's soup up and put it in a cup, and brought it up for her.
"This bit is hilarious!" Zoe giggled.
"I'm sure it is. Now, put your ipad down, I don't want you spilling your soup all over it." Max ordered.
"Thank you for looking after me, it means the world. I'd be happy to have a hangover this bad if it means getting looked after." Zoe stated, sipping her drink. "Now watch No Angels with me."
"Why?"
"Because you love me, that's why!"