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m4niackkyun · 1 year

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“Words I've Heard” || [fdau fic]

The former groaned as he tried to get into a comfortable position, hissing in pain from how sore his body was in each stretch. It was just him, the closed space of the school bathroom, and a first aid kit he kept in his bag everyday; just in case.

He furrowed his eyebrows when the stinging sensation of the alcohol cotton pad that made contact with his bruised skin, a bit of blood still leaking from the cut. A long sigh escaped his lips, he was tired, so tired. He had to skip class again just so he could tend his wounds, they really didn't go easy on him this time.

“Mm...how am I gonna explain this to mom...saying I tripped off my bike again? Ugh...no no she wouldn't believe that,” he grumbled, to think he'd be worried about himself, he was much more worried about making his dear mother overthink about his own safety. He'd rather play off as the good and proper elder brother that he is...most of the time. He's the eldest Lee sibling, he's supposed to act stern and strong. He's supposed to be the one figure his siblings could look up to and depend on.

....

Ugh who is he kidding... What kind of big brother gets beaten up and hides away in the school bathroom like some fucking coward..? All that he's been doing is just lie to himself.

SLAM!!!

“Fuckin' hell!?! that dipshit ran away.”

The pair of red orbs widen in fear from the familiar voice, his breath almost stopped from how dreaded he was. He stayed quiet despite the pounding sound of his heartbeat which he felt ringing loudly within his eardrums.

“Oh c'mon, let it go dude. We beat him up pretty badly, he probably went somewhere to piss himself hahah!” another voice, a somewhat lighter toned speaker, chimed onto the other's frustration.

“Tch, well I ain't done playing with him—I mean, did'ja see how that stupid prick looked at me?! He dared looked at me dead in the eye with those disgusting eyeballs of his could you belive it?!?”

The other one scoffed, “What? You scared of that loser?? Pfffft—” the ravenette kept silent as he heard one of the two individuals crack a mocking laugh.

“Like hell I am, shit head. When I find that fucker I'll beat him up twice as much so that useless brain of his wouldn't forget who he's messing with.” his voice laced with malice. The ravenette couldn't help but quitely curl into a ball, a hand covering his mouth as he tried to steady his breathing. He was trembling, he couldn't risk going out now, not when he knows what will happen to him.

“Hey, don't you think we've been messing with him enough? Yer gonna attract those two other assholes,” another voice, this time gravely rough and hoarse, he also heard the clicking sound of a lighter. Ah..they're gonna take a smoke...great. now it'll take more time for him to wait.

“The twins?? Naaah, don't worry. Pretty sure they wouldn't care, they're not even family.”

The ravenette jolted.

“What..? You 'know it all' fucker, don't go blabbering stupid shit just to act smart,” the hoarse voice spat.

“It's true, dipshit! They all look nothing alike, that bastard's practically the ugly duckling of the group!”

There was a brief silence between the three of them, or... more like four.

“Ya, but Lee Soohwa's also got dark hair too? That kinda contradicts your theory.”

“So what? Hair is irrelevant. You know what Lee Jaemin, Lee Jaehwan, and Lee Soohwa all have in common?” he snaps his fingers before the others could answer, “Normal. Fucking. Eyes. Have you even been hearing what I'm talking about?! This bitch has red eyes. Red. Eyes. Don't that ring any bells for ya??”

The hoarse voice cackled, “That's your only argument? It could've just been a genetic mutation. See that's why you read books Einstein, fucking learn.”

“Tch, I'm also talking about facial feature-wise dammit. Jaemin, Jaehwan, and Soohwa all have that same smug shit-eating looks on their faces while he...” the former paused, as if he were finding the right words to describe him.

“I-i don't know he just has this weird carnal...sort of... grim look on his face that just...j-just like today he—I don't know man! It just fucking creeps you out.”

“So you ARE scared, HAHAH” the lighter toned voice cackled once more, it sounded like he was slapping the poor guy's back while he was at it.

“Fuck off, you don't know how it feels, asshole!” the former hissed, shoving the person in question away harshly, making him stagger a little from the rough gesture.

“Heheh, but that's a pretty funny theory. Like what if he's actually an illegitimate child, a bastard, if you will hahah!”

The individual who has been the topic of their conversation kept dead silent. Guilt and frustration started to boil within him, his jaw tightening more and more, hands balled up into fists.

Stop...

“Ahh right right right, no wonder he looks so different. Someone probably picked him up from a brothel!!” the lighter toned one chimed in.

Stop.

“Pffft—ahah! Or maybe, y'think someone could've knocked his mom up and made a little mistake along the way??” the hoarse voice emitted a squeaky laugh, “Man talk about lame pull out game—”

SLAM!!!

“??!?”

That was it.

The last. Fucking. Straw.

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Hasty footsteps echoed through the halls, He knew exactly where his brother was. And he knew damn well what's gonna happen when he's either left alone or when they find him. It was like some sort of protocol that's bound to happen at least 4-6 times a week. Jaehwan had been a little around 5 minutes late due to the fact that his history teacher wouldn't stop blabbering about WW2.

Luckily he'd already texted Jaemin to get a head start and find him quickly.

Just one hall to the right and hopefully he'll arrive before things start going downhill.

After a sharp turn and nearly tripping over his feet, he saw a familiar figure standing stiff in the middle of the hallway, right in front of the opened bathroom door.

“Jaemin,” he huffed as he attempted to catch his breath. Slightly crouching his back forward as he placed his hand on one of Jaemin's shoulders. Not getting a response, he swallowed thickly, looking up to his twin who plastered a dreaded expression. Almost as if he's in total shock, his eyes locked onto whatever it was in front of him.

“Jaemin...? Where's hyu—” The bicolored teen glanced over the scenery before him. His dark orbs widen to the point where he was practically bawling his eyes out. The display was rather...grusome.

His brother, the person in questions, had his hand gripping the head of another individual. One he would recognize as “Taesang Hwang” from class 2-B perhaps if his face wasn't mushed up like a squished grape from the way his brother kept slamming him agaisnt the bathroom wall over and over and over again until the white tiles were absolutely painted with blood.

“H-hey, th-that's enough m-man, you're gonna k-ki-kill him!?!”

Another student, supposedly one of Taesang's lackeys, yelled from the corner of the room. Blood gushing from his mouth, probably from a few lost teeth. A couple of them scattered near him as evidence of the assult.

There's was also one more student right next to him, laying unconscious on the floor with one of his elbows dislocated just until you could see the bone poking out of the busted up limb.

Jaemin grimaces at the sight. Perhaps not out of any sympathy knowing what these three have done towards his older sibling, rather because of a little bit of nausea tickled his throat. Pools of blood were practically drowing the bathroom floor. Not only that, what sent goosebumps down his spine even more was his brother's complexion that laid no remorse.

After one last slam, he let go of Taesang's now deranged limp head. Jaemin stared at him before letting out a subtle sigh in relief after seeing Taesang's body twitch a few times.

Hey, that's a good sign okay? Means that he's not dead... yet.

The ravenette got up, his eyes moved slowly to trace the twin's figures. He was an utter mess. His hair was wet and sticky from a mixture of water, sweat, and maybe a little bit of blood. Uniform absolutely spoiled with the thick crimson fluid, and his hands shaking from the adrenaline rush.

A soft smile appearing on his face that made both Jaemin and Jaehwan's blood run cold.

“S...sorry...I—i..Th-they—” his voice was quiet, but audible enough for them to both notice how it shook.

Jaemin, initiatively pulled him into his embrace. Wrapping his warm arms around the ravenette in hopes that whatever he was doing would calm him down.

“It's...'s alright hyung, we'll get you home...”

As for Jaehwan, whom eyes were still fixated on the three beaten up bullies laying limp on the floor tiles like lifeless dolls. He couldn't help but feel a sort of....fear? He always knew his hyung couldn't fight for shit, and yet this goreish display in front of him was evidence of what he was more than capable of.

Lee Dae-Jung was something, but he wasn't a full blown brute. The ravenette was nothing but a gentle, soft-spoken guy that doesn't like violence. At least, that was the Lee Dae-Jung he knew all his life.

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Thanks for @shuuryuhei for the name suggestion :> i decided to go for it anyway cause it'd seem fitting than the other ones

#kkyun's blurbs #yoo naosuke #lee jaehwan #lee jaemin #oc stuff #[fdau]

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sysig · 2 years

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#Doodles #I forgot about the slashes while writing these out lol I will use those next time #The small filled-in dots are spaces btw just in case #They can be hard to differentiate with my handwriting lol #Is it more fun to leave it untranslated or should I put it somewhere #I can but 'em either here in the tags or in the caption/image descriptions or I could just leave them lol #Answers on a postcard #Anyway this one is Chaotic Sad lol #This one was actually inspired by a dream #You wouldn't think that being gifted plushies of the first 151 Pokemon would be classified as a bad dream and yet #In the waking world I would really like the first 151 in plushies tho lol I'm a real sucker for Kanto #And I could use them for Pokemon Homestyle! I'd love that ♪#This also makes that one digital doodle from a few Halloweens ago canon lol #Even had the hoodie! Nice #Kinda reminds me of Rings a little bit with the spooky smoke tail - can also probably turn completely into smoke like Rings too #I didn't think of it til afterwards but I bet Yuu and this sona would get along - both being ghosts and all #Yuu's a good lad I should bring him back it's been a bit #It'll be good smoke practice too! I'm not sure how to describe what I'm doing here but I'm not fully satisfied with the broken glass look #Too shattery not fluffy and wispy enough #I'll get there

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pink-peony-princess · 3 years

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I'll Always Be There for You

“Rise and shine Miniture Mendes,” I heard my older brother’s voice somewhere at the end of my bed.

I didn’t answer immediately, hoping that if I ignored him, he would go away. Realistically I knew I was kidding myself, and this was confirmed moments later, when I felt him sit at the end of the bed, poking my leg until I finally let out a grunt of annoyance.

“And she lives!” he cheered, as if he was commentating a grand final sports match.

“Shawn, it is seven. In the morning. On a Saturday, you better have a good reason for being in my bedroom, annoying me this early.” I warned, pulling the pillow over my head.

“Sure do,” he chimed, fighting to pull the pillow away from me. “Get up, get dressed, you have your yearly check-up today.”

The reaction was instant, and he was quick to notice it. “Don’t start Hailey, we went through this last time you had to come in,” he cautioned, and I could see from his face, that there was going to be no changing his mind.

“Shawn!” I groaned, whacking him with the pillow I had just had over my head. As much as I loved my brother, I hated him equally at times like this. He had just qualified as an attending paediatrics doctor, and was now working at the local hospital with a bunch of his friends. “I’m sixteen, can’t I look after myself?” I begged.

“Nope, last time I let you do that, you nearly ended up dying on Connor's O.R. table, because you thought that appendicitis was ‘nothing’, ” he reminded me, using air quotes for effect.

“Ahhh, don’t remind me. Fine,” I conceded. There was no point, I knew that. It wasn’t even that I really disliked the doctors or the hospital for that matter. I just really didn’t like having my brother in my medical care. I found it awkward, something which he would remind me constantly that wasn’t the case at all. Well even that was a lie, it did come in helpful sometimes.

“Be ready in twenty minutes,” he spoke, getting up, straightening his scrubs, and walking out.

Sighing, I sat up, grabbing my phone. Help! I wrote, sending it to Dave one of Shawn's friends, and a fellow doctor. I had known Shawn's friends, Dave, Brian and Connor since I was little, and considered them to be adoptive brothers.

There was a ping from my phone, as I was in the bathroom, cleaning myself up. He told you then. <3 was the response. I cursed internally, if Dave knew, then it meant that Shawn was serious. After all, most of the time Dave was the one in charge of my medical care.

Dumping my phone back on the bed, I went to the wardrobe and grabbed the most comfortable pair of track pants I could find and paired these with a crop top and a parker. I spent another few minutes faffing about in my room, trying to find ways out of this, but when I heard Shawn grabbing his coat and keys from the hallway, I made my way down stairs feeling defeated.

“I hate you,” I spoke, pushing past my brother and stepping out the from the front door. Only to hit a body, hard.

“Easy there Little Lady,” Dave spoke as he caught and steadied me. “What’s up? Those were some fighting words!” he let my arm go, stepping back to look at me.

“Don’t start D, I hate you too, you knew and you didn’t tell me!” I accused, stepping around him and heading for his car, which he and Shawn usually car-pooled to work in.

“She’s been like this since I woke her, she’s tried to get out of it more than once already,” Shawn fixed me with a stern stare, silently warning me not to cause mischief.

“You make out like I’m such a bad patient, you’re such a drama queen!” I laughed as we buckled in and made our way down the street.

“Maybe you are.” Was the only reply I got. The rest of the car ride was quiet, I couldn’t help but sulk at my predicament.

When we finally got there, I trailed behind the guys, listening to them discussing their schedules for the day. Most of which consisted of making sure that their interns and residents were doing what they should be. I couldn't help but feel a little proud of them as I thought of how far they had come.

“You ready Little Lady?” Dave's voice, pulled me from my thoughts, and it was only then that I noticed that we had made it inside to the front desk, where Amy, the receptionist, and one of my favourite people resided.

“Hi Hailey, how are you sweets?” she asked as she typed on the computer, before addressing Shawn “All good, it’s all set up for you.”

We made our way to the exam room quickly, Dave unlocking the door, and dumping his belongings on his desk and switching the computer on, no doubt so he could check my records.

“Do I have to?” I asked, eying the bed off furiously, once again frustrated at Shawn for making me do this.

“Yes, you do pretty girl, why don’t you just take a seat next to your bro for now, I’ve just got some questions for you first. Grumbling to myself, I slumped into the seat next to Shawn, resting my head on his shoulder.

“I thought you hated me?” he laughed, somewhat confused, but rubbing my scalp comfortingly anyway.

“I do,” I agreed. “But if I’m asleep, you can’t start the exam, because you must have consent to do anything,” I explained, trying to hide the smirk that was now forming at my genius conclusions.

“Touché What you failed to mention though, was that the parentals have given me autonomy over your medical care in their absence since you’re still under eighteen. So right back at you sister,” he sassed, clearly proud of himself.

“Okay, okay, it’s too early for me to have to adjudicate a fight between you two!” Dave laughed, turning to face me. “Okay, Hailey, some of these questions may be a little embarrassing, but answer honestly okay?”

I nodded, feeling apprehensive.

“Do you smoke?” he asked, pausing to look at me. I fixed him with a glare, making him laugh. “I’ll take that a no.”

I put up with the questions, most of them not as bad as I had imagined, until he asked the dreaded one. “What about your period?”

I turned to Shawn, silently fuming at him. “I had to Hailey, you’ve been struggling for months with it.”

“No! You didn’t actually, last time I checked, I was the one bleeding,not you!” I yelled, moving to get up and walk out.

“Hailey, wait honey. I know it’s awkward, but if you can tell me what’s been going on, I’ll be able to fix it,” Dave, tried to reason, waiting for me to sit back down before continuing. "Shawn said you get bad cramps?” he prompted.

“Bad, bad doesn’t even to describe it. I can’t move without feeling like I’m going to faint or be sick,” I told him honestly.

“Last night, I found her curled up in tears because of the pain, I had to get her some fairly strong stuff,” Shawn added, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I shuddered thinking back to the previous night.

... Shawn had come home late, and came in to check on me like he always did, but instead of finding me in bed reading like normal, I was curled in a ball in my bed practically rocking as I tried to get the pain under control.

"Again?" he'd asked looking at me with pity.

I nodded, "It's so bad Shawnie," I hiccupped, tears flowing unchecked down my checks and landing in small pools on my bed.

"I'm going to get you some pain relief okay," he'd spoken, moving to brush some of the hair out if my face. "I know it hurts, but try not to get too worked up, the more upset you get, the more pain you'll be in," he explained gently, getting up and going to my bathroom. I could hear him searching through my cabinet before he asked, "What have you taken today Poppet?"

"Just Tylenol," I groaned out as another wave of pain hit me.

"Here take this." he held a blue packet out for me to take.

"What is it?" I asked, not recognising the packaging.

"It's called Napropgesic, it'll help with the pain. It'll help to block the release of some of the hormones that are making you feel so sick and sore," he explained, grabbing the water glass from beside my bed and handing it to me. "Take two," he added.

"Will you stay with me?" I asked, catching his hand as he went to leave the room.

"Of course, honey," he'd said, coming to lay next to me on the bed, allowing me to cuddle into his chest.

"Get some rest," he murmurned, kissing the top of my head.

...

“Okay, so you have it now. Is it like that every time?” Dave asked seriously bringing me back to the present,typing as he spoke.

I nodded, feeling the tears welling up, I was so over having to deal with it, I didn’t even care anymore if I had to tell them embarrassing stuff. “It’s okay Little Lady, we’ll get it sorted, how about we get the rest of the exam done, and then we can get this sorted for you okay?” Dave came to give me a quick hug.

“Hop up on the bed, yeah.” I did so, sitting waiting for him to tell me what to do.

“Right, I’m just going to listen to your heart and lungs,” he told me, after washing his hands. “Just lift your shirt a little,” he told me as he rubbed the bell of the stethoscope to warm it up. “Deep breathes,” he instructed, listening.

Turning my head, I saw Shawn watching intently, sending me a ‘thumbs up’ when he saw me looking at him. “Nothing out of the ordinary there, that’s always good,” Dave spoke, moving to take my pulse.

He was quiet again for a minute, watching the clock. “Hmm,” he finished,"Shawn come here for a second.”

Getting up, my brother made his way over, taking my pulse as Dave had only moments before. I let out a whine at the fact that I was being fussed over, causing Dave to take my hand.

"Your pulse is fast," Shawn spoke, stepping back to look at me.

"And?" I asked, looking between the two doctors.

"Well, it could be a couple of things," Dave started, going to get supplies from a cupboard above his desk. "It could indicate Anemia, which would help to explain some of the period issues, but it could be something like an infection too. And that my dear is something we don't want, especially with you having had your appendix out only a week and a half ago. Just lay back for us," he instructed.

Shawn helped me lay down, before pulling my clothing away from where my scar was on my stomach.

"Ow!" I whimpered as Dave removed the dressing, exposing a red, and somewhat oozy looking cut.

"Sorry Hailey, normally this wouldn't hurt so much, but this is infected."

"Look at that," Shawn pointed out, having gone to get gloves on himself. "That looks like she's had a reaction to the sutures."

" I'll get Connor in here after to assess it, he may want to try leaving in open for a little."

"Open?" I squeaked, shooting up from the bed.

"Hailey!" Shawn grumbled, " What have I told you? Slow movements!" He looked somewhat grumpy, but I didn't blame him. He had already had to repair the stitches once for me.

After explaining the fact that open only meant that they would pack it with medicated gauze, Dave left the room, stating he had to, "Get some supplies."

When he came back I let out a loud groan, in his hand, he was holding supplies for a blood draw. "Come on Hailey, you'll be fine," he encouraged, prepping me for it. " I'm going to let Shawn do it as he's a pro," he told me, moving to sit beside me on the bed.

"Don't look Hailey. Sharp scratch," he warned as Shawn inserted the needle. I couldn't help myself though, and found myself watching the red liquid being drawn from my arm. I could feel myself getting faint at the sight, and before I knew it, darkness hard over come me.

I woke to a light tapping sensation on my face, and someone's fingers pressed to the inside of my wrist. "Welcome back," Shawn spoke, somewhat sarcastically. "I thought we told you not to look."

"I couldn't help myself." I pouted, excepting Dave's help in sitting up.

"Just sit for a second, we don't want you fainting again," he laughed, before walking around his desk and picking up the phone.

Minutes later, the door opened and Shawn and Dave's friends and colleagues Brian and Connor came into the room.

"How's out favourite patient?" Brian asked coming over to hug me.

"You look pale," Connor noted, standing beside Shawn at the bed with a frown.

"She just fainted at the blood draw," Shawn explained, rolling his eyes playfully.

Neither one of them responded, instead sending me sympathetic smiles.

"So, Dave said you've been having sereve cramps with your period?" Brian asked, without a fuss.

I stayed silent for a second, before sighing, and nodding. I loved the guys like I loved my own brother, but there were some things I just wanted to keep private. Especially as Brian was an obgyn. " Where is the pain mostly?" He asked coming over to rest his hand on my lower back. I nodded again, causing him to press with only slight pressure. This slight pressure though, sent pain radiating throughout my whole abdominal area, and into my back, nausea hitting me like a ton of bricks.

"I'm gonna be sick!" I gasped, leaning over the pan that Shawn had rushed to grab off the shelf.

"I'm sorry Sweet Pea," Brian apologised, rubbing my back. "Well I can tell you now, that it's referred pain that's causing you all the problems. Basically, all the ligaments are attached, and as the uterus contracts, you get pain in other places. Some girls get it worse than other's though."

"And the vomiting?" I asked once I had recovered a little.

"That will be the hormones, it's not dissimilar to a pregnant woman and morning sickness," he explained. "Lots of rest, fluids, heating pads, pain killers and some ice cream should do the trick." he winked.

"And iron tablets," Dave added, coming back from the desk where he had remained since the phone call. "Your iron levels are dismal Little Lady, it's no wonder you're having such a bad time of it!"

Lastly it was Connor's turn to check on me. "Just lie down for me again darling," he spoke, getting a set of gloves on. He only had to look at the incision for about thirty seconds, before nodding. "That's infected alright. I'm actually surprised you're not getting other symptoms. When did you first notice it?" He asked as he replaced his gloves, and went to get antibacterial solution and more gauze.

"I hadn't until Dave took the dressing off, but it's really hurting now."

"We'll get it sorted for you, and get you some pain killers and antibiotics just to ward off further trouble. This is going to sting a bit honey," he warned as he dabbed the liquid onto the wound.

"Ah," I hissed, reaching for my brother's hand.

"Nearly done sis," Shawn encouraged, stroking my hair.

When Connor was done, he gave me a shot of fairly strong antibiotics and pain killers, telling Shawn to take me home and watch me closely for any signs of fever, which of course, he knew. I did try to tell them I was fine, but they shut me down before I even got a chance to finish the sentence.

" Hailey, your stitches are infected, meaning that your immune system is compromised, you're clearly in pain, let your brother do his job, and take you home," Dave interrupted seriously. I felt guilty after that, and so didn't complain when Shawn put his arm around me as we made our way back out of the hospital to get a cab home.

When we got there, he set me up on the sofa, with blankets and pain meds, telling me to give him a yell if I needed anything.

"Shawn?" I called, as he made his way upstairs to the office. "Thank you, and I'm sorry I'm a difficult patient," I told him sincerely.

"Don't mention it. I'll always be there for you, " he replied, coming back down the stairs and shifting me onto his lap. That was how I spent the remainder of the day, cuddled up to my brother, knowing that if I needed anything he would do it without question.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagines #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes blurb #doctor!shawn #mendes triplets #werewolf!shawn

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pinkpeonyprincessblog · 3 years

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I'll Always Be There For You

“Rise and shine Miniture Mendes,” I heard my older brother’s voice somewhere at the end of my bed.

“And she lives!” he cheered, as if he was commentating a grand final sports match.

“Shawn, it is seven.In the morning. On a Saturday, you better have a good reason for being in my bedroom, annoying me this early.” I warned, pulling the pillow over my head.

“Sure do,” he chimed, fighting to pull the pillow away from me. “Get up, get dressed, you have your yearly check-up today.”

“Nope, last time I let you do that, you nearly ended up dying on Connor's O.R. table, because you thought that appendicitis was ‘nothing’,” he reminded me, using air quotes for effect.

“Be ready in twenty minutes,” he spoke, getting up, straightening his scrubs, and walking out.

There was a ping from my phone, as I was in the bathroom, cleaning myself up. He told you then. <3 Was the response. I cursed internally, if Dave knew, then it meant that Shawn was serious. After all, most of the time Dave was the one in charge of my medical care.

“I hate you,” I spoke, pushing past my brother and stepping out the from the front door. Only to hit a body,hard.

“Easy there Little Lady,” Dave spoke as he caught and steadied me. “What’s up? Those were some fighting words!” he let my arm go, stepping back to look at me.

“Don’t start D, I hate you too, you knew and you didn’t tell me!” I accused, stepping around him and heading for his car, which he and Shawn usually car-pooled to work in.

“She’s been like this since I woke her, she’s tried to get out of it more than once already,” Shawn fixed me with a stern stare, silently warning me not to cause mischief.

“You make out like I’m such a bad patient, you’re such a drama queen!” I laughed as we buckled in and made our way down the street.

“Maybe you are.” Was the only reply I got. The rest of the car ride was quiet, I couldn’t help but sulk at my predicament.

When we finally got there, I trailed behind the guys, listening to them discussing their schedules for the day. Most of which consisted of making sure that their interns and residents where doing what they should be. I could help but feel a little proud of them as I thought of how far they had come.

“Hi Hailey, how are you sweets?” she asked as she typed on the computer, before addressing Shawn “All good, it’s all set up for you.”

We made our way to the exam room quickly, Dave unlocking the door, and dumping his belongings on his desk and switching the computer on, no doubt so he could check my records.

“Do I have to?” I asked, eying the bed off furiously, once again frustrated at Shawn for making me do this.

“I thought you hated me?” he laughed, somewhat confused, but rubbing my scalp comfortingly anyway.

“Touché What you failed to mention though, what you failed to mention was that you need to be seen. So I'll just wait all day if I have to. So right back at you sister,” he sassed, clearly proud of himself.

I nodded, feeling apprehensive.

“Do you smoke?” he asked, pausing to look at me. I fixed him with a glare, making him laugh. “I’ll take that a no.”

I put up with the questions, most of them not as bad as I had imagined, until he asked the dreaded one. “What about your period?”

I turned to Shawn, silently fuming at him. “I had to Hailey, you’ve been struggling for months with it.”

“No! You didn’t actually, last time I checked, I was the one bleeding,not you!” I yelled, moving to get up and walk out.

“Bad, bad doesn’t even to describe it. I can’t move without feeling like I’m going to faint or be sick,” I told him honestly.

“Last night, I found her curled up in tears because of the pain, I had to get her some fairly strong stuff,” Shawn added, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I shuddered thinking back to the previous night.

... Shawn had come home late, and came in to check on me like he always did, but instead of finishing me in bed reading like normal,I was curled in a ball in my bed practically rocking as I tried to get the pain under control.

"Again?" he'd asked looking at me with pity.

I nodded, "It's so bad Shawnie," I hiccupped,tears flowing unchecked down my checks and landing in small pools on my bed.

"I'm going to get you some pain relief okay," he'd spoken, moving to brush some of the hair out if my face."I know it hurts, but try not to get too worked up, the more upset you get, the more pain you'll be in," he explained gently, getting up and going to my bathroom. I could hear him searching through my cabinet before he ssked,"What have you taken today Poppet?"

"Just Tylenol," I groaned out as another wave of pain hit me.

"Here take this." he held a blue packet out for me to take.

"What is it?" I asked, not recognising the packaging.

"Will you stay with me?" I asked, catching his hand as he went to leave the room.

"Of course, honey," he'd said, coming to lay next to me on the bed, allowing me to cuddle into his chest.

"Get some rest," he murmurned, kissing the top of my head.

...

“Okay, so you have it now. Is it like that every time?” Dave asked seriously bringing me back to the present,typing as he spoke.

“Hope up on the bed, yeah.” I did so, sitting waiting for him to tell me what to do.