AN: Nosocomephobia - Fear of Hospitals
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My Blue Heaven
Written by Becks Rylynn
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Title: Nosocomephobia
Prompt: Damn doctors (thanks to Sammy's Wolf Girl for the prompt)
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Drama
Words: 608
''Christ,'' Ruby got out through gritted teeth. ''I hate hospitals.'' She looked around the sparse hospital room, grimacing and fidgeting uncomfortably. To keep her hands busy, she grabbed the pillow from behind Dean's head, purposefully ignored his protests and pounded on it anxiously before she put it back behind his head.
He groaned in pain quietly, swallowing the urge to clutch at his wounded and sore shoulder. ''Ruby - ''
''Hospitals,'' she went on, talking right over the sound of his hoarse voice. ''Are full of surly, overworked, overtired nurses and sick people and...and those damn doctors who just take your money!''
''Ruby - ''
''People come in here with ear aches and leave without their feet!''
''What? That's not...I don't think that's a thing that happens. Ever.''
''You don't know that. This place. They're - They're sending people to the morgue who aren't actually dead and there's Kevorkian dudes and General Hospital-esque outbreaks.'' She paced the length of the small hospital room, periodically wringing her hands and pushing hair out of her face. If she kept thinking about these things or the circumstances that led to this hospital visit, she was going to need a paper bag or an antacid...or a double shot of whiskey. ''And there's people dropping dead in the hallways - ''
''Um, no.''
'' - And there is just so much bad shit happening here that it's not even funny. We need to break you out of here ASAP.''
''Ruby.'' Dean's voice was incredibly soft as he reached out with his good arm and grabbed her hand, pulling her down onto the bed next to him. ''Sweetheart,'' he squeezed her hand, ''I'm fine.'' When she sighed heavily and gently grazed her fingertips over his shoulder, smiling weakly at him, he smiled back and met her eyes. ''I'm fine. A bullet can't keep me down for long.''
She chuckled softly, but it faded all too quickly and she shook her head. ''If that bullet had gone just a few inches to the left, Dean...''
''Yeah, but it didn't.''
''It could have.''
''Ruby,'' his fingers brushed hair out of her eyes. ''Stop worrying about what could have happened. I'm fine, you're fine, Sam's fine. Everything's fine. Everything's going to be okay.''
She smiled lightly and placed a hand on his cheek. ''Yes, Dean,'' she whispered. ''I know.'' She leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips and then pulled away, rising to her feet. ''You should get some rest. If you want those damn doctors to release you as soon as possible, you need to be well rested and you need to look...preferably not as ghastly as you do right now.''
He smirked and saluted her. ''Yes, ma'am.''
She sunk into the chair next to his bed and curled her feet under her, hoping he was smart enough to keep his trap shut and not argue with her about her sleeping arrangements.
He wasn't.
As soon as she pulled his jacket over her and rested her head in her hand, he sighed and shook his head at her. ''Ruby, you don't have to - ''
''Honestly, Dean,'' she sniped at him, lifting her head to flick her hair over her shoulder. ''You look like death warmed over.''
''Well, thanks ever so. Your concern is touching.''
''So, I think we need to be clear on one thing,'' she spoke up after a moment. ''You need to learn to be more careful. You need to be less reckless, you need to think more and...and no more getting shot.''
He smiled tiredly and leaned back against his pillow, closing his eyes. ''And no more getting shot.''
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