𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝟸𝟾𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢.
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TW: severed ligament, alcohol
First of all, this is my first fanfiction post. Sorry if this doesn't look like the proper format. Second of all, I don't have a proofreader anymore/yet so excuse my improper grammar and punctuation. Third thing, these lovely characters don't belong to me but to a bigot-JK Rowling. Lastly, keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times unless you want to end up like poor James. Enjoy!
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He didn't know how he got here.
The ivory walls were bright and fresh against the blue dots that lined the hospital gown. The thin sheets barely gave any warmth against the chill of the ominous room.
He let out another sigh and ran his right hand—which was hooked up to some IV bag thing— through his hair. James Potter was wondering how in the bloody hell he had earned himself a hospital visit.
Thankfully just as he was about to go into a mental breakdown over the events that occurred last night, the door to his room swung open. And in came parading his dark-haired Italian buddy.
"Ah, Prongsie, mate! How's the hangover?" His friend greeted before flopping into a medical bed next to him.
Ah, that explains the headache. And the bright lights. James groaned before once again tussling his hair. The arrogant habit grew into an anxious one as the seconds ticked by…slowly.
"Mean it's swell, although may I ask why I'm at the hospital?" James turned towards Sirius, an annoyed expression written clear as day over his face.
Sirius clad in a Metallica band shirt, ripped black jeans, and his iconic leather studded jacket simply shrugged. "The ER was too busy so they moved you to the hospital."
Sirius then proceeded to pick at his gloves, ridding himself of the leather devices. "Pads, why am I in need of the ER?"
"Wow, they really did drug you enough to forget the pain," his friend simply remarked. Nodding his head in amusement, staring off into the distance as if it gave him the answers of life.
"Sirius Orion Black, I swear if you don't tell me why I'm here in this next instant I'm calling mum." James threatened, not caring if his "mum" voice came out from hiding.
Once again Black shrugged, "She's already been called. Took a flight last night, should be arrivin' sometime this morn'."
James was left staring agape at his friend. He let the feeling of rage boil in him and created a witty response—if he does say so himself. But it all but died as the door once again came crashing open.
The attention went to the approaching doctor and the line of doctors behind her. The sharp woman with a tight grey bun and cat-eyed glasses grinned with kindness at the boy before wishing into the room, "Diagnosis."
A girl next to the lady—mighty fit was this girl— spoke up, "James Potter, 27, cut his finger off last night."
Potter inhaled sharply, turning his head towards Sirius, who was hiding a smirk. "I bloodied off my finger last night?"
Another bleeding shrug, "Wormtail only turns 28 once in a lifetime, Prongs. You were living the best you could and giving him a fantastic birthday." A few snickers went around the room after the comment, only encouraging the bloody side smirking fool.
The sharp doctor broke the commentary by turning to the girl and harshly asked, "Why hasn't he had his replantation yet? Time's ticking."
The redheaded girl looked at James, who smirked, before turning back to the lady, "Well, there was one doctor on call last night and he was taken up with another surgery— we couldn't fit him in. He also was quite—"
She looked back apologetically at Potter before admitting, "He also was wasted and muttering quite a bit. We thought he might've needed a psychiatric consult before the replantation."
James burned with embarrassment, he was way farther than half-pissed drunk last night apparently. And now that his eyes had found his calloused hands he saw that his left hand was indeed missing a digit: his precious middle finger.
"Well, he looks in great condition now, Ms. Evans. Get him to the O.R. and get it done immediately. I'll send Dr. Slughorn." The lady quickly swept everyone out of the room, aside for the red headed bird—Ms. Evans as he had just learned.
The silence was deathly as the door slammed shut. The remarkably gorgeous woman looking over him was enticing. Her auburn hair was tied in a tight French knot or something. She had gorgeous freckles splattered by Merlin himself across pale skin, and don't get him started on the eyes. Jades and emeralds couldn't live up to the beauty that were her eyes.
"I'm your doctor, you shouldn't be looking at me like I'm a girl wearing a bikini." Evans berated, it caused Sirius to chortle. It only made James Potter blush harder at the insinuation.
He looked away before responding, "Sorry, I was just thinking how bloody impressive it was to rattle off cool words without stuttering."
She laughed pitifully at his poor attempt at a compliment, "Maybe we really should get you a consult."
Sirius nodded and added, "Wouldn't be the first consult."
Potter groaned while Sirius grinned wolfishly at the memory. Evans's eyes studied Potter before addressing the comment, "Do I want to know?"
Her eyes met James's at the end of the question. Before he could properly think the words spilled from him like an honest river, "During uni my buddies and I were (Sirius air quoted were) havocs. Pranks were a necessity to get through the years. And one day I acted as if I had swallowed…swallowed a mysterious pill—it was a Tylenol—in front of a professor. He thought I was doing drugs and sent me to the office for a drug test. It was funny for a minute."
Evans began to laugh at the story while raffling through a binder that he assumed at his medical history. Her eyes caught the hospital light like dewy grass. Her smile was a miracle caused by the alignment of all the stars.
"Alright, Potter, you are prepped and ready for surgery. Shouldn't hurt a bit, we're gonna knock you out and the next time I see you, you'll have all your digits." She smiled directly at him this time, catching his thoughts into a cage. They fluttered around but were quiet against the rampaging hormones.
"So he isn't going to die, Dr. Evans?" Sirius dramatically asked. Lily spared him a glance and then studied her binders again.
"Not according to the charts," she gave them a smirk before ducking her head again, "but you never know how surgery will go."
Then once again she looked at James, this time searching his eyes. She felt her forest eyes scouring him, looking for answers unknown. But while she searched, a gentle smile splayed over her features. And suddenly James was gone.
After those seconds passed, she left. Once again leaving him in a room with Sirius Black, who has repeatedly forgotten to report to James what happens when past James gets pissed-drunk.
"So, you're redder than Antares. It's your doctor, Prongs. You've got no chance." Sirius teased, changing from lying down on the medical bed before sitting on the edge. His boots clanged against the neatly polished vinyl floors.
"Sod off, Pads." James muttered before closing his eyes, trying to calm the raging bangs of his head. The sufferings of last night gave him glimpses of the past adventures that occurred.
A few minutes later and Dr. Evans was back in the room. Two nurses flanked her sides, they talked about something or another. But then his bed started moving and he came quickly aware of his senses.
No longer was he in a room but down a hall filled with doors galore and doctors a dozen. Fancy machinery races past him as Dr. Evans rushed him into the elevator.
The doors slid shut and he remained there in silence. And he dreaded the seconds. "Dr. Evans?"
She hummed to acknowledge the questioning tone, "What's your first name?"
The bird looked down at him, his eyes staring back into hers. She took a breath in before putting on a teasing smirk with a glimmer of humor, "I'll tell you after."
Then the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. The next minutes were sharp and abrupt, all time slipped away when nerves took over. His eyes followed the many movements of several doctors before a mask slipped over his face.
The girl slipped it on telling him to count to ten. And so he did, drifting slowly into oblivion. The darkness enveloped him before he got to three.
The pub was absurdly packed, bodies everywhere doing anything and everything obscene. His buddies since middle school were out celebrating their one buddy's—Peter Pettigrew—28th birthday.
They were able to snatch a booth in the corner, Sirius and Remus were barely resisting the urge to get on the dance floor to let all their "sexual tension" out as Sirius put it delicately.
And Peter was busy trying to woo over some blonde bird stringing money into the jukebox. By the way she was smiling, James could tell she was hooked.
He took another sip of ale, the stale taste bitterly greeting his unrefreshed mind. After the terror of the day at the office, a night out where he got wasted was due.
So he ventured over to the bar, greeting Frank Longbottom with a wide smile. The man knew him from uni and he was the RA for his dormitory. However despite the many rumors of him being strict, the man invited the boys to all the parties during the first year.
"Potter! Didn't know I'd see you here tonight." His light remark made James chuckle. After the grim threats of his job earlier today it was like a constellation against midnight.
James shrugged while replying, "Petey, only turns 28 once."
Frank laughed as he slid a bottle of ale to him. James lifted up to make a remark when another voice cut him off.
"An ale, really?" It was fairy-like, light and breezy. The wind held nothing against the sweet voice next to him.
He turned to face her better-than-emerald eyes full-on. The intensity caused something deep in his stomach to stir, "Well, what are you drinking?"
She laughed turning towards Frank before looking back at him. She quirked an eyebrow before declaring, "Is that your way of challenging me?"
His own eyebrows rose before he smiled wickedly. "I don't think you're ready to take me on."
She twisted her perfectly auburn hair up into a ponytail. His breathing grew erratic as he caught a glimpse of her insanely gentle neckline and kissable collarbone.
"Longbottom! Two shots!" She bellowed at him, he smirked before sliding two shots over to them.
She met his hazel eyes again, and a sly grin slid over his own face. "Cheers!" He slammed the tiny glass against the bartop and threw his head back, the burning liquid sliding down his throat gracefully.
He shook his head, letting his black unruly hair drop into his eyes behind his square glasses. James looked down at the girl next to him, she was staring at the wall bored.
"Done yet, stag?" Her voice taunted. He let his eyes drift over to the dance floor, seeing his two best friends gyrating against each other confirmed his answer.
He nodded his head vigorously before muttering never. She laughed lightly, something similar to a Siren's singing. Another scratch of the bartop and two more shot glasses filled with clear alcohol were in front of them.
She grabbed one and he grabbed his, she clinked hers against his. The girl screamed against the music, "Cheers!"
They threw their heads back and the liquid drowned their rough day, replacing it with an easy-going night. The buzz settled nicely that James was able to confidently shout, "I'm James, by the way."
He stuck his hand out awkwardly, and she threw her head back in laughter again. But she did take it, and replied, "Lily, Lily Evans."
The noise of Keha's Tik Tok raged over any small talk. But as Lily was about to wave her hand to Frank, a girl hustled to her side.
A lively blonde with pink tips, dressed in a tight black silk dress with fishnets and high-heeled leather booties. She was leaning closely to the redhead, yet screaming, "I think Dorcas is making moves! She's been grinding on me for the past hour and half."
James spared a laugh at Lily's apologetic facial expression. But Evans just as gracefully—which wasn't any bit— shouted back, "Well, why are you over here then?"
"Because I thought you might wanna know," the girl shouted before dropping to a lower voice that James still could hear, "plus I wanted to make sure the bloke wasn't bothering you.
Lily looked at her friend, her eyes pleading to not make her respond but she had to. "I'm actually the one bothering him."
The girl smacked her arm playfully, "Get him, girrrl!"
Evans's face got even darker red despite the already dark red that plastered her cheeks. The friend trotted back over to what he assumed was Dorcas, the two danced well against the rhythm.
But Lily stole his attention again with another shot. The effects were already impacting him, the light head and dizziness. He threw his head back and the bang of alcohol rang.
Her pleasant voice tickled his ear, the chills down his spine feeling insanely perfect, "How are you feeling now?"
He resisted the urge to taunt her back, afraid that if he turned to her he would lose his nerve and catch a whiff of her strawberry shampoo. But she slammed her hand against the top, and another shot slid into range.
This time she grabbed his hand and poured salt on the back of his palm, doing the same thing to hers. Another slam of glass and throwing back of heads, and a new salty twang added to the end caused him to lose all sanity.
She was at his neck, whispering hazy comments under his head. The strawberry infiltrated his nose like a drug, getting him higher than the Earendel star.
Her leather skirt was riding up her thigh and her white see-through corset shirt was pushing too much of herself to his benefit. But of course his mother's chiding voice commented inside of his head, the words swam out.
"Your skirt is riding up and you might want to pull up your top. Just warning you in case you didn't know." He whispered into her ear this time.
He heard her swallow, the breath hitching at the comment. Her hand flew to her skirt to pull it down, and readjusted her shirt. But she also waved Frank for another shot. Another shot that could potentially get him screwed.
And he was so right.
Glasses were slammed and heads thrown back, the salt was on the top of his tongue when she grabbed his wrist. His eyes popped open and watched as she licked the back of his hand clean of salt.
Her eyes then met his, swallowing again. He could sense the anxiety and nerves that bristled in her heart. And he shared the same thoughts yet all he could get out was a quiet wow.
"Um, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that." Her voice yelled against the hormones everywhere. She kept her stunning eyes off him, but he smiled.
"Don't worry. It was hot." He shouted back at her. The green eyes met his hazel ones with passion, he urged to lean forward. But she pulled him onto the dance floor.
"So Lily, what do you do?" He asked above the raging words coming from the speakers. His eyes were watching her flailing hands.
"Not much, what about you?" She threw back, her hands landed on his broad shoulders. He smirked, replying, "Not much."
Lily then got closer, beginning to trail her hands down his arms, he resisted the urge to grab her hips. "What's your family like?", she asked him, clearly out of it.
But he answered truthfully—half because he wanted to and half because he was an honest drunk. "Got an adopted brother, and two elderly parents. I'm their miracle child."
She smiled and her pearly whites brightened the room. "Gah, you're lucky." She was closer, her body was getting too close for his functionality.
"I've got this bloody sister who calls me a freak for my job." She rolled her eyes but he grasped her wandering hands. Sliding her into a salsa, she was dying.
"My parents are still a little tense about how far I am. But y'know how that goes." Her eyes were trained on his face.
"You know you look incredibly fit with glasses. And usually I don't like that kind of thing. But you pull it off so well." She screamed in his face, but he chuckled at the comment.
"Eh, same for your auburness." He bellowed right back, pointing at her hair. She laughed—the angelic sound enrapturing the emptiness in his mind and swallowing it whole.
"Do you do any sports to keep you fit?" She once again started against the noise's wishes.
He looked at her and was traveling in the thought of how he was so bloody lucky when he answered, "Rec football, you?"
She shrugged, replying, "I run for a living."
He smirked at the comment, pulling her closer. She continued to talk and he continued to reply honestly. Learning an inane amount about their one-night-stand.
She finally placed his hands on her hips and they started to dance. It wasn't graceful, and he was sure that his big toe was bruised but it worked for him. The movements made him smile, and before he knew it they were slowly dancing.
Their breaths mingled, the stench of alcohol blazing, body parts burned. Heat was radiating off any place she touched, and by the way she stared at him she felt the same way. They grew closer and closer, the movements slower and slower. The deliberate attempts of the other making them crazy.
Music played but the only music they listened to was the snarky comments of the other. He shared so much passion and heat with her. And she always fought against him, giving him the same passion and vigor he did with her.
"Want another drink? Water or soda?" He asked, his eyes imploring hers.
"Um… no. But I do want to go sit down." Lily commented, her voice faltering. The question had more to it, a hint that she didn't want to just sit.
He coughed before ushering her to the booth in the corner from earlier. The springy cherry cushions uncomfortably sat the two. She clung to his neck and he began to feel nervous.
He didn't want to take advantage of her, but he didn't want to reject her. Thoughts that no matter what he did he was doing the wrong thing.
James turned to her to find her staring at his lips, no doubt the look of wanting. And he knew he was messed up and wouldn't remember what he did—but if she kissed him, he swore on his mum that his life would change forever.
She licked her lips and met his eyes, a longing reached inside him. But his mother's lectures pounded, "Hey, Lils. I think you might've drank too much. We might need to get you a cab. I'll call and pay, don't wor—"
She cut him off, "Can I kiss you?"
His throat dried as she stared into his eyes. Her eyes drifted slowly down. He swallowed and her eyes watched with amusement at his Adam's Apple.
James barely responded with yes before her lips crashed on his. The soft pink lips feeling even better than he imagined, her alcohol drenched breath alarmingly addicting.
He gently pushed her off him, "Are you sure, Lils? We are both hammered."
But her lips captured him again, this time flinging her arms around his neck. His hands found her hips, the leather cooling the heat trapped in his body. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, letting out a small gasp.
James used it to gain entry into her mouth, the tongues lashing against each other. She rolled her hips down making him groan, and she whimpered at the guttural noise.
The heat of the music, alcohol, and bodies clashed horribly with the two. Their hands fumbling for any part of their body, wanting to feel anything in the haze of the night.
A slam of glass broke them from their heated spit exchange. They glanced up to meet Sirius's side smirk and Remus's crossed arms.
"James, we're here for Peter not for one-night-stands." Black teased, rolling his eyes.
Lily didn't care about the label, instead shifting her hips once again. It made him groan and throw his head back, she laughed a bit before letting him talk. His voice was hot with desire and longing, "Mate, you mind? It's kinda already too late. He left with that blonde bird two hours ago."
The boys cursed under their breath before racing out of the pub. And Lily didn't waste any time working on his neck, his gentle kisses giving him an insane amount of tension.
She smiled against his skin, the warmth of her smirk making his mind turn to mud. Cloudy incoherent words mumbled around with hazy kisses and groans. He took a turn on her neck, breathing harshly and erratically, making a lovemark right on the divot in her collarbone.
The night progressed the same. At one point he had her against the wall, her hands everywhere on him, she took the lead in kissing, while he kept her hips around his.
In between kisses he whispered throatily, "I…don't ….want….this…to be… a one….night….thing."
She pulled away, her eyes like the forest after a storm. She panted and gasped for air before whispering back, "Me neither."
The two continued to snog in shallow corners, never progressing to more. A strict rule both implemented immediately. They didn't get anymore drinks after the shots and their minds slowly regained rationality.
Frank was wiping the bartop, whistling the closing song as the two sat down. They both were buddies with the Longbottom and knew they could hang out for a few more minutes than others.
The bodies shuffled out and the only two left were them. Frank watched behind the bar as he gave a lime to James who was begging to cut one for some reason.
Potter was shaking—it was from the nonexistent space between him and Lily (who was sitting on his lap at his point)—but Evans coaxed him to do it. Her words intoxicated any sanity he had left. Poisoning with dares and cautionary tales.
She was wiggling around while he began to cut, the first mistake he should have noticed. He slipped a bit and cut just the skin of the lime. He cursed while she giggled— Oh Merlin, her giggle.
It was like honey in tea on a bright summer morning, perfectly sweet. Her tequila-stained breath whispered in his ear, "Try again."
He swallowed—another dry throated one that she always caused. He began to slice, the knife sliding in smooth until she pecked his cheek. His cut was barely through the lime, the incision barely reaching against the skin.
Another bloody giggle and he was getting a little bit more sober, but a little bit more high on her. The euphoria was driving him crazy. "C'mon Potter. Even with those glasses you can't see."
He chuckled into her hair, the curly strands coming down from her ponytail. She inhaled sharply, and got off his lap changing her position so she was flush against his body.
Her hands were thrown around his neck, playing with the unruly hair on the nape. She was kissing his neck, but his mind was still on the lime. He got ready to make a cut when she whispered into his ear hotly, "Merlin, I like you so much."
Slice.
It was Frank who noticed. Finally giving his awareness to the two love bugs. He bellowed, "Potter, please tell me that isn't your finger."
James was busy kissing Lily to understand what he meant, but Evans did. She pulled away reluctantly before her sobered voice shouted, "What do you mean Longbottom?"
She twisted around, causing him to groan. Her eyes caught on something and her breath hitched. "Shit."
He looked back at her anxious face, she was biting her lip with a concerned furrow between her brow. She slid off his lap, he protested whilst she shuffled behind the bar. Still not realizing his lost ligament.
Then she applied pressure to it with a towel and he was confused. It felt odd, a slight sensation of pain. Scratch that, a whole deal of pain.
"Ow, that hurts, Lils." He cringed trying to escape her grasp, but she was solid.
"I've got to get him to the hospital, can you drive?" She answered, her words slurring. But her mind was focusing on the lost digit.
"Also get me a bag and some ice, while you're at it." She was watching James's confused face, and she couldn't help the giggle that escaped.
"James! You lost your finger." She was smiling as the horror struck his face. He shouted against the silence, "What?!"
She giggled but explained that he shouldn't fret, that she's a doctor. They went to the hospital together, her assuring him he was gonna have it sewn on in no time.
She checked him in, greeting the girl working the night shift—Mary something. He then was checked into a room, and she sat by his side while they hooked him up to a banana bag. She sat by him while he cracked jokes about his lost finger.
In short, Lily Evans was there for him. And he would do the same for her.
"He's your responsibility when we go out." He heard a teasing comment. A raspy chuckle told him Remus was here.
"Yeah, right, but you were taking responsibility for me if you know what I mean." He could imagine the suggestive eyebrow wiggling from Lupin, as he pointed his finger back at Sirius.
"Bleh, I'm trying to get over a hangover here and you two's love thing is making it sickeningly sweet." Peter quipped, a smile splayed over his face.
Another light-pitched huff warned him of another soul. "I just want to know who brought my baby here. Who saved my miracle."
The sharp voice was followed with a quick fake throw-up from his adoptive brother. "C'mon mum, save the baby-talk for when he's awake."
James had to stop his chuckle before he was caught. "How do you know he isn't?" His mother snapped back.
"His eyes are closed." Sirius fought but she sharply replied, "And?"
James let out a bark of laughter, his eyes readjusting to the shine of white light. His mum's hand slipped into his, the crinkly soft hands feeling like home to him. He smiled as she kissed his forehead.
"Please don't be an idiot while you're drunk ever again." She squeezed his hand and he chuckled hoarsely. Nodding while agreeing, promising to his mother he'll never drink again.
"How's the doctor, Potter?" Sirius taunted, a knowing smirk sliding onto his face.
James stared at him, his face burning red. The loss of words wanted him to strangle his best friend/brother. Luckily for Black, the door glided open and in she walked.
Her head was scanning the binder, and she was humming a bit. "Um, doctor, is he ok?" His mother broke the trance of her graceful walking.
She looked up and met his hazel eyes. She looked at his lips briefly, but he didn't miss it—letting his own face contort into a teasing smirk.
"Yep, he's fine." She briefly replied, ducking her head back down. Lily went around his bedside and checked his finger, seeing if there was any swelling before rewrapping it.
"Thank you, Doctor— what's your name, sweetie?" His mum asked, a kind question seeping through her voice. Lily took a breath to answer but James quickly replied, "She's Dr. Lily Evans."
She lost her words for a minute, letting her mouth sit unhinged. His mother gushed above saving her baby and miracle, Sirius threw in some colorful remarks too.
"Well, the real hero was whoever brought him in last night." A girl was leaning across the doorway, blonde with pink tips. His smirk widened into a genuine smile and Lily cursed.
"Do you know who it was?" His mother innocently asked, and Lily's head dropped down. She was avoiding his smirk and the taunting look in his eyes.
"Well, the records show Frank Longbottom—he's a bartender— and Lily Evans." She cursed in response to the bomb, James was still seeking her eyes out.
His mother whipped her head around to the red-faced doctor. And Peter whispered loudly, "Pads, I thought you said his one-night-stand took him to the hospital?"
Thanks to his mother's impeccable hearing and her feminism, his right ear was being pinched harshly. "James Fleamont Potter, were you going to use a woman for her body and then abandon her while you were drunk?"
James was muttering mini "ows" while responding, "No, I was going to ask her out but my bloody finger was chopped off."
He waved around his left hand, showing off his sewn back on finger. Lily giggled, and oh Merlin he was hooked. The way one red tendril was dangling so treacherously in his eyesight, he urged to push it out of her face. And don't get him started on how generously nice she was to him and his friends and mum. Merlin, how embarrassing it was to have your mum here.
Dr. Evans sorted through his binder before breaking the snarky comments from the peanut gallery, "Well, your charts are in order. You can go discharge now."
She rushed out of the room, still embarrassed over almost sleeping with a patient. James was about to race after her, but his mother intercepted him and pampered him.
It took him another hour to get rid of the worrying dolts that ruined his chances with the best bird he had ever kissed in his life.
"See you back at the flat." Sirius waved farewell, walking out of the room. The white room greeted him with silence.
James groggily got up, feeling weak as his muscles stretched for the first time in six hours. He shoved on the dark jeans from last night, the white shirt with some quote from Golden Girls in a monoscript, and the red corduroy jacket.
He shuffled himself into the matching boots he shared with Sirius and grabbed the door handle. Whipping it open to a bustling hospital, doctors shuffling around in a hustle of calls and codes.
Luckily he was able to get to the lady from earlier last night that checked him in, and she offered to discharge him. Her black hair was slicked back into a ponytail, and she had this scratchy voice that reminded him of his Aunt Gethsemane who was an avid smoker for forty years before dying of lung cancer.
"So you're James Potter?" He nodded, as she whistled lowly. "You're the one everyone's talking about, saying how fit you are. And they don't lie. But I didn't think you'd crack Lils into a frenzy."
"She was next to you the whole night, begging to do surgery. She was just as drunk as you, but her hands were everywhere. It was obvious she claimed you as hers. Her patient, of course." The lady was rambling while checking the computer, he hummed trying not to drift back to the memories of last night.
"Although, she was all nervous. It was so cute, she was all like 'is he going to be ok' and 'I can't eff this one up'. All gushing about how you two had an amazing night. And I don't doubt it but wow, she was so stone-cold this morning. After leaving your room, she obviously was put-off from your rejection." The ramblings continued and James had half a brain to listen.
She then clicked something and made him sign a few things, his insurance and shit. A few minutes later he was walking out of the gorgeous hospital. His head low and his mind jumbled.
He didn't just want her for a one-night-stand. He didn't want to kiss her one time. He didn't want to not have her make him euphoric. He didn't want to never experience her giggle and laughs and damned smiles. He didn't care if he wasn't her boyfriend. He just wanted to be by her side.
James turned on his heel and ran back inside. Running against the warnings of security and nurses. His feet landing harshly in front of Mary. He was red-faced and panting but he breathed out, "Where's Lils?"
Mary took a good look at him and smiled. Her approval was prominent in her face as she paged her friend. The clack of shoes against the vinyl alarmed her arrival.
And there she was. Her French knot hidden behind a hair cap, the scrubs under her white coat. Her face was freckled with perfection. Her voice was nervous with anticipation, "You paged, MacDonald?"
"Uh, actually I did." James spoke up, taking his fingers through his hair. She watched his hand before breathing in slowly.
"Ok?" Her voice faltered, she bit her lip.
"Dr. Evans, this may be the most cheesy thing I say to you. But I think my heart is injured. It's been beating rapidly ever since you teased me, and your skin against mine makes me tingle. And don't get me started on what your giggles do." He began, coming closer to her. Her concerned look was slowly morphing into a smirk.
"And when you challenged me, and lost," she cut him off there saying, "I won. I didn't cut off my finger, remember."
He laughed, finally reaching out to tuck that one fiery tendril back behind her ear. Her breath stopped in her throat, her eyes imploring him. "I don't know what you want. But I know that I want to be by your side. Preferably as a boyfriend but anything you're want will—"
She cut him off again, this time with her lips. The soft plump lips caught him in a moment of passion. A moment of bliss closing the world away, revolving in the stars with only those two.
And this kiss was different than last night's heated alcohol drenched snog kisses. It was everything. It was all the words, thoughts, and actions he couldn't say but felt. He was transferring all his longing and hopes to her, hoping she would do the same. A desire for her.
They separated after a minute, her hand lodged in his unkempt hair. His hands gently gripped her huggable waist. She giggled and he smirked. The two sharing similar thoughts.
And sure he still didn't quite understand how he got here. But he did know he was by her side. And she would never leave his.
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