#belingham

Puppy eyes

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary: You were just trying to make sure he was okay, doctor au

Tw: Hospital, a non specified fracture, medical talk soccer, cussing,

He was just about to score a goal when some idiot, I mean a respectable player from the other team, absolutely tackled him, how was this even allowed? Did none see how fucking harsh this man was with Bellingham?

Oh fuck, he was coming, he was coming to where I was, he was sitting down, like a puppy someone just kicked, can I legally kill a soccer player? I'm so fucking mad my blood is boiling and at this point I don't think I can calm down.

Until I approach him, carefully examining his face, his eyes, making sure that he passes the eye exams, making sure there is no sign of confusion, of vertigo, of dyslalia, anything that might make him feel hurt, I hate when they hurt one of these guys, but I hate even more when they hurt Jude.

-"How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?"- I say, in an attempt at a professional question that sounds more like a worried cry.

-"I think I, I am okay, it's just my knee hurts, it hurts a lot."- Sure, it's where they kicked him, those brutes.

-"On a scale of 1 to 10 how would you classify your pain?"- I managed to sound more professional this time. -"10 being the worst pain you've ever experienced and 1 being close to nothing."-

-"We need to take this guy for a radiography, he's positive for the McMurray test, pain on the wrist at exploration at distal ends of the radius and ulna."- I ordered to my colleague and told the technical director, while we took him to more specialized care on the medical transport vehicle provided for instances like this, my anger returned.

-"No puede ser que estos malditos idiotas no se fijen en el daño que les hacen, míralo, me da cosa, todo lastimado, pobrecito."- I told my driver friend Pedro, who saw the altercation and also spoke Spanish, I didn't know that Bellingham spoke it too, and was deeply offended by me calling him poor thing and saying I felt bad to see him all hurt.

-"No necesito lástima, gracias."- he said with a sarcastic tone, saying he didn't need any pity, god am I stupid, obviously he spoke Spanish.

Pedro conveniently didn't answer me, or actually just turned deaf, as he put music on and seemed to completely ignore us in the back of the car.

-"No digo que des lástima, dije que me da lástima, mírate, tienes una condición física excelente para que un bruto venga a golpearte porque se le da la gana, pues no."- I defended myself, telling him he wasn't the one who portrayed pity but I was the one that felt bad for him, I mean talking about his excellent body condition might be overstepping but I stood by my statement that a brute had no business hitting him like that.

The next day I realized that he had actually followed me online, ever since then I had been assigned as his doctor, I went where he went, I treated him every time he was hurt.

We slowly formed a bond that was very close to being friends, close friends actually, we started talking every day and sending each other texts about everything and anything.

-"Jude I need to talk to you."- I said in a serious tone one day when he and I were alone, we were talking about everything and anything and the moment of truth had to come out. -"I don't think I can be your doctor anymore."- I almost whispered, it was a harsh truth.

A lethal and honest piece of myself that I had no choice but to share with him, not because I didn't want to treat him, but because I was dangerously close to overstepping a line I couldn't cross.

-"Hey, think about it,"- he said with his puppy eyes, those puppy eyes said more than any word in the world, no matter what language it was in. -"if the problem is monetary I will take personal care of anything."-

I smiled, he was so sweet, too sweet, and that's why I couldn't stay here.

-"I,"- this was going to be harder than I thought as my mouth went completely dry and I felt my heart pound and my skin start to sweat. -"I, it's just, I'm having unprofessional feelings, romantic feelings for you and,"-

I refused to look at him in the eye, if I looked and he was disgusted or anything unpleasant I would, I would.

He grabbed my hand, he looked almost excited, playful even.

-"So unprofessional feelings huh?"- he looked happy, why did he look happy and relaxed and scared at the same time, how could he look all those things and still be breathtakingly beautiful.

-"That's too bad because, I have unprofessional feelings for you too, romantic unprofessional feelings."- he said as he stole a kiss from my lips, as playful as he always was with me.