Hereʼs a quick drabble inspired by wonderful site with prompts generator and @lorewhoresamʼs comment. Enjoy! xx
Buckʼs in hospital again. Turns out itʼs nothing serious but he almost gave his team a heart attack when the floor had collapsed under him. When they got him out, he assured them heʼs alright but it didnʼt stop them from driving him to the hospital. Buck was pouting through the entire ride but hey, itʼs not like he would ever admit heʼs in pain. They just wanted to make sure heʼs really okay.
The doctors decide to leave him for a night in the hospital and do more examinations in the morning. Buckʼs not very happy with it but heʼs exhausted and his every muscle in his body is sore—so he takes all medications quietly. At least heʼll get the decent amount of sleep, he thinks.
Thereʼs knock on the door and Eddie peeks inside.
“Can we come in?”, he asks, his eyes still filled with worry. Buck nods and the whole team goes inside.
“Hey, Buckaroo”, smiles Hen. She sits at the edge of the bed and pats gently his hand. “Youʼre a dumbass, you know that?”
“Hey!”, he pouts but he canʼt stop smiling anyway. His team being here brings him so much comfort; itʼs a reminder heʼs important, heʼs loved.
“You gotta be careful because I donʼt want my daughterʼs favourite uncle to be Albert”, jokes Chim whoʼs standing behind Hen. Bobby leans against the wall, arms crossed; he doesnʼt say anything but he doesnʼt have to. His eyes say everything. And then thereʼs Eddie.
Eddie who fusses over him like a mother hen (pun intended). He adjusts his pillows, smooths out his blanket and checks if Buck has everything he needs within reach. Heʼs still worried and he doesnʼt even hide it. He was the one who insisted the most to take him to the hospital and now heʼs trying to convince his friend to take at least one day off. They bicker because theyʼre both stubborn—Buck doesnʼt want days off from work; Eddie, on the other hand, claims that one shift-free day is necessary after what he has been through. Eventually, Buck agrees. He feels like the medications are finally kicking in and his friends notice that too.
“I guess itʼs our cue to leave”, says Bobby. “Weʼll see you tomorrow. And please, just rest, okay?”
“ ʼKay”, mutters Buck, closing his eyes. “Bye Eddie! Bye Chim! Bye Hen! Bye Bobby! Bye Eddie!”
“You said bye Eddie twice”, points out very amused Chim.
“I like Eddie”, states Buck. Heʼs semiconscious and he probably wonʼt even remember things he said but it still evokes a radiant smile on Eddieʼs face.
“Good. Because I like you too”, he simply says and comes over to Buckʼs bed. He kisses gently his birthmark and once again checks out his pillow. “Iʼll see you in the morning.”
Buck drifts away; he feels loved, safe, happy despite the pain.