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AmeIce: Roommates

Emil sighed, bored out of his mind. He had been in the hospital for only a few hours, and already he felt as though he would die from boredom. And his brother wouldn't be arriving for a few more hours with books and games, so he had to wait for what seemed like an eternity.

Emil had been feeling unwell for a few days, and when he went to the doctor it was discovered that his appendix was swollen and about to burst. They had arranged for the operation the very next day, which had been a few hours ago.

Emil was upset that Lukas hadn't been there for him, but it was his own fault for sending the other away. Emil had said that he could handle the operation on his own, and that Lukas shouldn't miss his work because of him. Emil was upset at both Lukas and himself. That extra bit of comfort would have been nice, and it would have been something to do.

Emil watched with disinterest as the nurses bustled around, preparing another bed. That meant that he would probably be getting a roommate. That sounded pretty promising, as long as it wasn't some old guy. Emil didn't have the patience for someone like that.

It was another hour before the bed was wheeled out, and he waited a little while longer. Soon enough, the nurses returned, and Emil sighed in relief when he saw that the occupant of the bed was around his own age. At least he wouldn't be listening to speeches about how kids his age didn't have any respect.

Emil had to wait for a while, but eventually the other teen woke up, his eyes looking groggily around the room. His head was covered in bandages, and it didn't take too long for Emil to realise that the other had an operation or something with his head.

"H-hey," Emil said, a little nervous. "You doing okay?"

The other groaned, before trying to sit up.

"Easy," Emil said.

"I can handle it," the other said, his voice a little raspy. "I'm Alfred, but you probably already knew that."

"No."

"What? Wait, which school do you go to?"

"Jefferson."

"Oh. I'm from Greene. So, what's your name? And where do you come from? You have this accent…"

"I'm Emil, and I'm from Iceland…"

"Iceland? Dude, that's so cool! So it snows a lot there?"

"Not that much. Greenland is the icy one, and Iceland is the green one."

"What? But, that doesn't make any sense."

Emil chuckled, before he winced.

"Yeah, I guess it doesn't," he admitted.

…

The nurses huffed in annoyance, hearing the loud laughter coming from Room 128, where the two teens resided. It's only been a day, and the duo had managed to prank several nurses. Hearing Alfred Jones laughing like that could only mean trouble.

And they were also annoyed by the fact that they exchanged food, particularly because Emil Steilson was supposed to be on a liquid diet for the next few days. None of them were in the mood to clean up after the boy because he couldn't follow those instructions.

And they often had to clean up the paper left behind from the two passing notes through paper planes. And they often had to go and pick it up when they strayed from their intended path, and being called for that was getting really annoying.

The nurses played rock-paper-scissors to see who would be the unfortunate person to check in on those two.

…

Emil sighed, packing his bag. It was four days after the operation, and he was being discharged. To think, when it had begun he had wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but now he wanted to stay, at least a little longer.

"Dude," Alfred whined, "this sucks. What am I going to do without you? It's going to be so boring here."

Emil gave a small smile, before he turned to regard Alfred.

"Don't worry," Emil said. "You're not getting rid of me. I'll come visit every day. Let's see how long it takes before the nurses kick me out."

Alfred's face lit up.

"Dude, that would be so awesome!"

Lukas arrived soon enough to take Emil home, and the younger reluctantly went along. As they passed the nurse's station, the nurses waved cheerfully.

"Goodbye, Emil," one of the nurses said, a little too cheerfully.

Emil smirked.

"Don't worry," Emil said, "this isn't goodbye. I'll come visit every day."

He had to hold in his chuckle when he saw the nurses' horrified faces.

…

As promised, Emil visited Alfred every day, until the day he was discharged. Emil was waiting for him with a bag of McDonald's.

"Dude, you're awesome," Alfred said, taking the bag from him. "Finally, good food."

Emil chuckled.

"Don't let the nurses hear you," he said.

"Oh, they already have," Alfred said. "So, what are we doing?"

"We could go to the park," Emil suggested. "I think you'd like some fresh air after being cooped up here for two weeks. And the mall is too noisy for your head just yet."

"Awesome. Dude, you rock."

Emil blushed at the compliment.

"Thanks."

Prompt: 'Imagine your OTP in the same hospital room after an operation/fracture. A has been in the room alone before the doctors bring B. When B wakes up, A awkwardly tries to start a conversation. Eventually, both become really good friends and sometimes they send notes with paper planes, prank the nurses, or exchange food. A is discharged, but still visits B until they recover. When B is discharged, A is waiting for them with a bouquet of flowers and confess their feelings.' Ending is a little edited.

Okay, so Emil went to have his appendix removed. I have experience with that one after mine was threatening to burst, making me sick for two weeks before its removal. And Alfred… I can see him getting hurt during a football game. He just seems the type.