And on with prompts!week :D This is a prompt from Sofia Michelle, doctor!Blaine and dancer!Kurt- smut tomorrow, fear not.
Oh yeah, an awkward title because I have nothing cool to title this! Woo.
Broken Ankle
Santana is glancing at Kurt every once in a while, but he keeps staring forward.
He's had much worse than a broken ankle before; he shouldn't be bothered by it now. But the first competition of the season is in two days, and he planned on being there and winning. Now, if he's even there, he knows he'll only be able to watch his rivals dancing their way to the trophies that he no longer has a chance to get.
Santana's told him he's being dramatic- it'll heal and he'll be able to dance again. He should be thankful he only got a broken ankle after doing that move she told him not to try. No one can hold their body in that position.
He's just bitter and a little angry, because he knows she was right. He wanted to show off, and he paid for it. He doesn't like her being right, though.
"Kurt Hummel?" a woman says from the doorway of the room across the hallway. "Dr. Anderson is waiting for you."
Santana gets up and helps him limp to his destination. When he gets to the nurse, she grabs him stronger than he thought she was capable off, taking him from Santana's hands.
"Thanks, Santana," he smiles at her genuinely. He knows he wouldn't want to be humiliated by being carried like this by anyone else. "It's okay, you can wait outside."
She nods at him and goes back to sit down and play Candy Crush on her phone.
The nurse- her name tag reads Becca- gets him to sit on the bed, and then lifts both of his legs onto it. He takes off his right shoe carefully, leans back on his hands and looks around.
The room is very clean looking- obviously- and has posters of pop icons on the walls. Kurt smiles to himself.
And then Dr. Anderson thanks Becca and Kurt's gaze turns to him.
He's young. Very young. Too young to be a doctor? Maybe. He has curly black hair and olive colored skin and a bright smile a cute nose and oh, fuck my life.
"Hi, Kurt," he looks down at the clipboard in his hands as he reads Kurt's name, and man, his voice is perfect as well. That's just unfair. "What brings you here today?"
Kurt shuts his mouth once he realizes it was gaping open, and blinks a few times to clear away the fog in his brain. "Um. Broken ankle, I think."
Dr. Anderson looks at his clipboard some more. "I see it's not the first time it's been broken."
"No, I'm a dancer, you know, these things happen."
Dr. Anderson sets down the clipboard. "They do. Alright, let's see what we've got." He walks up to the bed; Kurt stares. "Tell me when it hurts." He reached and touches Kurt's ankle gently, his fingers warm and Kurt's can't focus, until he presses the wrong place and a zing of pain rushes through his leg.
"Hurts," he says, clenching his jaw. Really fucking hurts.
Dr. Anderson nods to himself and keeps pressing gentle fingers. Kurt tries to breathe. He finds a few more hurting spots and finally stands up.
"Well, it does seem broken. We'll have to X-ray to get a better look at it."
Kurt sighs. "Any chance you can do some magic so I can walk in two days?"
Dr. Anderson smiles, and for some crazy reason, it doesn't hurt as much when Kurt's looking at that lovely smile. "No, sadly. But I can schedule your X-ray scan for tomorrow so you don't have to wait, if that helps."
"Thanks. I was just supposed to have a competition in two days, and, well." He gestures to his ankle.
Dr. Anderson looks sincerely sad; Kurt thinks he's not even pretending. "I'm sorry. I'll do what I can to help you heal faster, but with broken bones there just isn't much to do."
Kurt thinks, if you sat by me and talked to me with your beautiful voice I'm sure I'd heal faster. He doesn't even feel ridiculous for thinking that, because Dr. Anderson's voice sounds magical.
"Hold on a second while I arrange your x-ray appointment, alright?"
"Thanks again, doc," he says, and grabs his shoe, beginning to put it back on carefully.
Dr. Anderson nods, says, "Be right back!" in a perfectly cheerful voice and when he walks out of the room, Kurt ogles his ass.