Could you do a what if Lucy visits Tim in the hospital from his allergic reaction to the vaccine 💙
“Dr. Sawyer is going to tan my hide if we don’t get your oxygen levels back above 95%,” Nurse Betty chastised Tim. “Keep that oxygen mask on until I come back to check on you.”
She was an older woman, Lucy noted from the doorway when Betty winked at her. Definitely in her sixties or later. She had a porcelain complexion and rosy cheeks. She reminded Lucy of Mrs. Claus, but that was probably due to the red scrubs.
“Betty, I feel fine,” Tim protested.
Betty’s head whipped around, her gray curls bouncing in the air. Her hazel eyes narrowed into slits.
“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?” She asked with her hands on her hips.
“Uh,” Tim cleared his throat. “No ma’am.”
He placed the mask back over his face and rubbed a spot on his hand where the IV was inserted.
“That’s what I thought,” she said smugly. “And stop fiddling with your IV!”
Tim dropped his hand and sank his head back against his pillow with a heavy sigh.
Nurse Betty sashayed out of the room with the sass of a much younger woman and Lucy bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
“Not a word,” Tim said, his voice muffled behind the mask.
Lucy pursed her lips and plopped down in the chair next to his bed. She pulled out her flashcards from her bag.
“What are you doing?” Tim grumbled.
“Studying,” Lucy replied, flipping through her cards to ensure they were all facing the correct way. She had the penal code on the front and the definition on the back.
273g, she read. She closed her eyes and scanned her memory.
Intoxicated in the presence of a minor? She thought.
She flipped the card over and saw that she got it right.
Tim pulled out his work phone and started to scroll. She took it as a good sign when he didn’t ask her to leave.
She needed this.
Today had terrified her. She thought for sure she was going to lose him. Even now while he sat up in bed, the sight of him hooked up to IVs, monitors, and oxygen did little to quell her anxiety.
He was her TO, so of course she was worried about his well-being. At least, that’s what she told herself in the light of day. Every now and then under the cover of the night, she let herself travel to the corner of her mind that she kept behind a wall. It was the place where she was willing to admit that Tim was more to her than a colleague, a mentor, and a training officer.
But how much more? She wasn’t sure.
All she knew was that he was important to her.
Tim slammed his phone by his side and grimaced, snapping Lucy back to reality.
“What’s wrong?” Lucy leaned forward, ready to press the call button. “Do you need the doctor?”
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