Drawn In
"Deano! Shake a leg!" Punk yelled from the kitchen, shoving a piece of toast in his mouth whilst pouring some coffee. He normally stood in as his brother's alarm clock most mornings.
He heard his brother's door opening, making his way out into the hallway as he watched a girl in her underwear run across to the bathroom quickly. He rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips as he saw Dean emerge like a zombie from the room.
"We're gonna be late." Punk said calmly as Dean looked over at him, listening as the shower turned on in the bathroom, "She's showering?" Punk said quietly.
"I'm so gonna be late." Dean nodded.
"Ask her to leave." Punk shook his head.
"No." Dean scoffed.
"Why not?" Punk questioned.
"I… I can't remember her name." Dean sighed as Punk looked across at him.
"You really are the lowest of the low." Punk shook his head, walking over to the bathroom and knocking on the door.
"What are you doing?" Dean said worriedly.
"Yeah?" The girl called with confusion.
"Uh… can you not take too long in there?" Punk said on the other side of the door, "We have to get to work and… my brother needs a shower-"
"Does your brother not know how to talk?" The girl bit back as Punk chuckled to himself.
"He gets shy." Punk said as Dean punched him in the gut, causing Punk to chuckle and double over.
"Just give me a minute." The girl said, not believing the audacity that she was being told to hurry up.
"I could have just showered at the fire station." Dean shook his head.
"No, you're showering here." Punk said, "If we're late this is on you." He nodded.
"Oh, lighten up." Dean groaned, rubbing his hands over his face, "You really need that date, soon."
"Or maybe you just need to ease up a little. I'm sick of having to make conversation with a different girl every week." He shook his head, "Where'd you meet this one?"
"At Kat's." Dean said, "She was pretty cool, actually. We didn't leave until like 2am and we were just chatting shit the entire time."
"And yet you can't remember her name." Punk said.
"Well… a lot of alcohol was consumed." Dean said, picking up a slice of toast, listening to the shower turning off and the bathroom door eventually opening.
Punk watched as a blonde woman stood at the kitchen door.
"I'll get going then." She said as Dean nodded, looking across at her.
"Yeah… yeah, that was fun… uh…" Dean tried extremely hard to remember her name.
"Renee." Renee nodded with attitude, "A name worth remembering, huh?" She smiled.
"Renee." Dean nodded to himself, "Renee." He turned to Punk and nodded.
"Your shower is free." Renee shook her head, walking on down the apartment and leaving, slamming the door behind her as Punk looked at Dean.
"You gotta behave better." Punk suggested as Dean pushed by him, causing him to chuckle, "Hurry up!" He yelled.
"Phil? Phil, this is doctor Mendez." AJ said clearly, watching as Punk's eyes began to open as he lay on one of the beds in a hospital room, "You're in the hospital. You're ok." AJ nodded, "We think you rocked your head pretty hard, suspected concussion." She said as he began to come round to the room, looking at her shining the torch in his eye.
"Do you… shine a bright light into everyone's eye when they first wake up?" Punk said grumpily as AJ smiled a little.
"Just making sure you're functioning properly, that's all." AJ nodded.
"Well I feel fine." Punk assured her, trying to sit up.
"I wouldn't recommend you do that so soon it's just you might-" She paused as she watched him throw up at the side of the bed, "Feel sick." AJ mumbled, "Ok." She nodded to herself.
"I bet you've seen worse." Punk grumbled, feeling light-headed as he rested his head back on the pillow, "Man, that house blew." He shook his head.
"Ok, I'm gonna get someone in to clean this and I wanna take you for a CT scan-"
"That's not necessary, I'm fine. I've had a concussion before." Punk assured her.
"All the more reason to be sure." AJ said as he looked at her, "I'm gonna go get a nurse and get you a cup of water." She told him, leaving the room as Punk watched her.
"Is he out of it?" Renee asked as AJ walked over to her, filling in Punk's chart.
"He seems ok. He just threw up everywhere, though." AJ said, "Give him a CT scan just to be sure. Seems like it's just a concussion." AJ nodded.
"I need to tell you something." Renee told her.
"What?" AJ asked.
"Hey, where's my brother at?" Dean walked through the wing as AJ turned around.
"I slept with him last night." Renee said quickly, trying to hide behind AJ so Dean didn't see her face.
"Phil?" AJ looked at her.
"No, his brother." Renee scoffed, "I was drunk at Kat's and… he was there." She shook her head.
"He's in that room over there." AJ pointed, directing Dean and deliberately stepping to the side so he could see Renee, just because she felt like it.
"You work here?" Dean noticed Renee who straightened up and gulped.
"Yeah." Renee shrugged, "I uh… I gotta go." She backed off, heading the opposite direction as AJ chuckled to herself.
Dean walked into the room where Punk was, noticing a nurse cleaning up what looked like vomit on the floor.
"Nice." Dean groaned a little as Punk nodded, "How you feeling?"
"A little woozy but I'm fine." Punk shook his head, "They're taking me for stupid tests."
"Well, let's just be sure you've not knocked any screws out of place in there." Dean nodded, watching the nurse leave the room, "I just saw Renee out there." He groaned.
"It's what you deserve." Punk mumbled as Dean chuckled.
"Yeah, probably." Dean nodded, "It was a pretty big backdraft." He said, "You must have rocked your head pretty bad."
"Yeah and that was with a helmet." Punk said, "Is everyone good?" He asked.
"Yeah, all good." Dean assured him.
"Ok, cup of water." AJ walked back into the room as Dean watched.
"I think you should throw it on him." Dean nodded to her as AJ smiled a little.
"I'd rather he drank it." AJ nodded, sitting the cup beside the bed, "I've scheduled you for a CT scan in about an hour so you won't be here all day." She assured him.
"Great." Punk nodded, looking over at AJ as Dean watched.
"You'll let me know if you feel sick again, won't you?" AJ nodded to him.
"Oh, of course." Punk said sarcastically as AJ smiled, leaving the room as Punk watched her.
"Is it the concussion or do you have a wandering eye for her?" Dean smiled a little, folding his arms.
"Shut up." Punk said quietly.
"You got the hots for the doctor?" Dean grinned, amused.
"No." Punk rolled his eyes, "You don't have to stay with me. I'm fine." He shook his head.
"I'd rather stay in here, actually." Dean said, looking out the window of the room, "You know that girl I slept with last night? Well she works here." He nodded.
"That's called karma." Punk nodded, "Honestly, you can go. I'll get discharged later and it'll be fine."
"Ok, well text me and I'll come pick you up." Dean said as Punk nodded.
He eventually got taken for his scan which showed perfectly normally results. The more time he spent in the hospital the better he felt, his concussion shifting and giving him a clearer head.
"You're good to go, I just need you to sign this." AJ said, walking into his room where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, "Says here your work insurance will cover it."
"Yeah. Perks of working in a job that can get a little violent sometimes." Punk nodded, taking the clipboard from her and signing some forms.
"So what happened exactly?" She asked, folding her arms.
"Just a backdraft. Room blew up." Punk said.
"You say that like it's nothing." AJ looked at him. There was bravery and there was just pure fearlessness.
"It's… just my job." Punk looked up at her, "Vomit grosses me out but you looked at mine like it was all good." He shrugged.
"Guess it's what you get used to." AJ nodded to him. She just couldn't help stare at him. He without a doubt was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen, and what made him more handsome was his smooth charm. She found it incredibly dangerous.
"I really can't get you that drink?" Punk asked, scratching the back of his neck as AJ looked at him, "It would make me sleep a lot easier." He stood up, looking down at her. He saw a beautiful young woman in front of him, with the sexiest attitude he had ever seen, and he just couldn't help himself.
"No, you can't." AJ said, "Look, I don't know if the term… I have a fiancé, is not a good enough excuse for you but… I'd like it if you stopped asking me." She looked up at him as he nodded, putting his hands up, "Is that your type? Women in relationships?" She asked with attitude as he smiled at her anger.
"Maybe." Punk shrugged cockily, "Something about… wanting what you can't have." He said, looking down at her as she stared up at him.
"I think that's disgusting." She whispered, "You can go now." She nodded as he walked by her swiftly and left the room.
She let out a deep breath, not realising how intense it had gotten, how much he'd took her breath from her. For a man she simply did not know, she was confused by how drawn she was to him.
"Hey, babe." AJ smiled tiredly, getting home from work later on that night, walking through to the kitchen after dumping her things at the living.
"Hey, how was your day?" Jason asked her.
"Oh, busy." AJ nodded with a smile, taking out a bottle of water from the fridge, "And my mom called on my lunch break to let me know she'd written down a lists of all the wedding boutiques in the area for me to go to." She shook her head, "She can't stand the fact I'm fine with looking in charity shops."
"Oh, just humour the woman." Jason smiled, "No harm in it."
"I guess not." AJ said, "Bad news, I need to work on my day off next week so we're probably gonna have rearrange for looking at venues." She nodded to him.
"Really? I've already booked some places to check." Jason looked at her with frustration.
"Sorry I was… I was asked to come in." AJ said as Jason just shook his head.
"And you couldn't say you were busy?" Jason questioned.
"Jason." AJ sighed.
"No… no, you drop everything for your job and you drop nothing for me. That's how it works, right?" He nodded to her.
"Of course not. I just… I know we can easily rearrange." AJ said.
"Whatever." Jason shook his head, "I'm going out." He stood up from the table.
"Where? It's late." AJ shook her head.
"With some work colleagues." Jason said, putting his jacket on and leaving the kitchen and heading out whilst AJ sat down at the table, putting her hands through her hair and sighing to herself.
