Linda Reagan rubbed her eyes as she filled out a patient chart. Patient charts were never fun, but this one was particularly amusing. The college-aged guy had been drinking and partying, when he thought jumping off the roof into a kiddie pool was the most genius idea. He had multiple broken bones and had been hitting on the nurses all night, in particular Linda.
Linda shook her head as she put the chart in the box in the door. "Stupid kid..."
"Linda, the patient in three-A is asking for you specifically." A nurse told her.
She sighed, "please tell me that patient isn't my husband, arguing with everyone?"
The nurse was silent for a moment.
"Go ahead and tell me."
"Your husband's in there, arguing with everyone."
She groaned, "I wonder what he did this time." She made her way to three-A, and saw Danny with a cut above his eyebrow, a bruise forming on his eye, and a somewhat swollen lip.
"Baez made me come," Danny told her, smiling a little.
"She was right to make you come." Linda traced her finger over his cut, "this might need stitches. We'll have to see."
"You don't sound too good," Linda mused after she had cleaned Danny's cuts.
"My throat's been feelin' weird." Danny had been meaning to tell Linda about his throat, but work and everything else got in the way.
"Like what?" She walked over to a little table that had the little light to look down patients' throats.
"I dunno. It hurts when I swallow, and it feels dry, but it's not. Baez says it's a cold, but I don't feel like a cold."
"What do you feel like?"
"To quote you, 'my head feels like a sponge'." Danny smirked, using the phrase Linda used for when her sinuses were clogged.
"Your sponge head is probably allergies. Your throat hurting could be a number of things." Linda took a tongue depressor out of the box and stuck it in her pocket along with the light. "Tilt your head back a little."
"Why?"
"So I can feel your lymph nodes."
"My what?"
"Didn't you learn anything from biology?" Linda rolled her eyes as she felt Danny's throat. "They feel fine to me." She took the light and depressor out of her pocket. "Open up."
Danny obeyed, and let his wife look down his throat.
"It's pink. Everything looks normal," Linda shrugged. "Lemme check those lymph nodes again." She checked again, the sexual tension between them growing. Linda looked at Danny and licked her lip.
Danny bit his lip, intently watching his wife. Before either of them knew how it happened, their lips were touching, their tongues engaged in battle. Linda's hands cupped Danny's face, while his hands moved from her waist to her butt.
"Linda, are you-" Linda's boss stopped mid sentence when he saw her sucking face.
Quickly the nurse stopped, and faced her boss. She wiped her mouth, an obvious blush creeping up her neck.
"I'd like to see you right away."
"Yes, sir." Linda looked at Danny and mouthed, "Bye." She followed the boss to a corner in the hospital.
"I'm sure you're well aware of the nurse/patient relationship."
"Yes, sir."
"So you want to explain why you were playing tonsil hockey with the patient."
"I have a very good answer for that."
"Then let's hear it."
"The patient is my husband. And I only do that to him, I promise. But you're right, I'm the nurse, and he's... he's the patient," Linda sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Seeing as he's your husband, I won't reprimand you. But if he wasn't-"
"I understand, sir."
"Go about your business."
"Yes, sir." Linda blew out a breath she didn't realize she was holding as she walked back to her patient.
"Man, Linda, If I got you fired-" Danny started to say.
"Don't worry, you didn't. If you weren't my husband, I'd probably be fired or something." Linda shrugged.
"What did he say?"
"He wanted to know why I was playing tonsil hockey with my patient. I told him you were my husband."
Danny smiled, "when you get home, wanna continue tonsil hockey?"
Linda smirked, "definitely. Don't get yourself into trouble."
"I'm heading home. I don't think I'll get in trouble."
"You never know. I should be outta here by eight."
Danny looked around before giving her a goodbye kiss, "I'll be waiting."
"Can't wait." Linda smirked and watched him leave. It didn't occur to her that she never diagnosed him until much later.
