Prompt: "I'm just messing with you."
A/N: Haven't dropped one of these in a while so here's a short one to hopefully make you smile.
Chloe's head hurt as she eased into consciousness and tried to open her eyes. It was too bright in the New York sun though, and she slammed her eyes shut again, groaning softly.
"Easy," a soft voice said. "Don't try to move. I called an ambulance."
"Urgh." Chloe lifted a hand to touch the pain and her fingers came away tacky. "What happened?" Her vision focused a little more and she sighed softly, a smile rising involuntarily to her lips as a pair of dark blue eyes in a beautiful face gazed back at her. "Oh... Hi."
"Hi," the woman smiled. "I'm Doctor Beca Mitchell. I'm a trauma surgeon down the street. Some dude hit you with his car and you took a tumble. You have a laceration to your forehead."
Chloe gasped then. "My bike!"
The woman with the long, dark hair shook her head, pursing her lips. "I think it's a lost cause. He ran over it while he was fleeing the scene."
"Shit," Chloe sighed. "My boss is going to be so mad."
"Because you were in an accident?" Beca asked in surprise.
Chloe snorted at that. "He wouldn't give a shit about that. He just cares about his revenue. The stuff in my bag won't be delivered on time so he'll have to deliver it for free... out of my paycheck." She tried to sit up then but a wave of dizziness overcame her, and she abandoned that idea with a grimace.
Beca's hand landed on her shoulder. "Try to just relax," she said. "I'm pretty sure you have a concussion. What's your name?"
Chloe blinked. "Uh..."
"You don't remember your name?" the doctor asked, looking a little more worried.
The redhead grinned then. "I'm just messing with you. It's Chloe. Chloe Beale."
Beca chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Good. Do you know where you are, Chloe?"
Light blue eyes focused on her face. "Heaven... because I'm looking at an angel."
"Wow," Beca sighed, shaking her head. "Ye Olde Times just called. It wants its pickup line back."
The redhead laughed, then clutched at her head. "Don't make me laugh," she grimaced. "I'm dying here."
The doctor shook her head amusedly. "I think you're going to live."
Chloe's beaming smile reappeared. "Good. Then will you have dinner with me, Doctor Beca Mitchell? I mean, it's the least I can do since you saved my life and all."
"I didn't do anything," Beca replied. "I just witnessed the accident and called an ambulance."
"So that's a yes then?" Chloe asked hopefully.
The doctor couldn't help but smile in return as she pushed some errant red curls back behind the prone woman's ear. "Yeah," she nodded. "It's a yes."