#iwrite-outsiders-imagines

(Ottawa Senators) Original Idea Warnings: Blood (Y/N): Your Name “Ugh.” Your boyfriend, Erik, groans from the driver’s seat. You turn from the window and study him. He’s white-knuckling the steering wheel, his breaths are short, and his cheek lack a certain mischievous color. “Babe. It’s okay. It’s just a checkup. Everything is fine.” You reassure him, patting his jean clad thigh. Erik’s eyes flicker over to your face and he lets out a long breath. Pulling into the parking lot of the team doctor, you climb out of the car; Erik following your lead. You offer him your hand and he accepts it graciously. As the two of you get nearer and nearer to the doors, Erik’s grip gets tighter. He’s squeezing your hand so hard, you feel a dull throbbing. Your skin pinches and you let out a small yelp. Erik snaps his head to you and you pull your hand from his slack grasp. Worry echoes in his gaze. “You alright?” He asks, eyeing your hand that you have now shoved into your pocket. You nod and take a seat in the waiting room of the office, while Erik talks to the secretary. Sitting down next to you, he tells you it will be a short wait. As the minutes pass, Erik’s bouncing leg gets faster. You place a hand on his knee, forcing him to stop. Being no stranger to anxiety attacks, you understand what he was going through. Fortunately, you also knew how to help him. “Hey. I want you to look at me for a second.” Erik does. “I know you hate doing this, especially because you have to get blood drawn and you’re afraid of needles, but stressing out will just make it worse. Okay? You’re gonna do great, I promise. Now, do the breathing techniques I taught you.” Erik nods. He breathes in through his nose four counts and out through his mouth seven, like you taught him. After a few minutes, you see him calm down then he’s being called into the examination room. He grasps your hand lightly and pulls you in with him. As you walk in silence, you hear him practicing the breathing technique. “First, we’ll be drawing blood and taking a urine sample.” The nurse says, leading the two of you into a different room. Erik sits down and the nurse pulls out a sterile needle, prepping it. As she ties the tourniquet around his bicep, Erik eyes the needle and swallows hard. “Ahh.” He involuntarily says and the nurse, named Lydia, picks up the needle. “I’m afraid of needles.” Erik tells her as she eyes him curiously. You stand and take his hand when he’s not expecting it. He smiles slightly at you and then Lydia is sticking the needle into his prominent vein. Erik studies your face intently, refusing to watch his blood slide into the clear cylinder. You watch as his thick, red blood creeps into the tube. It’s a dark color and as light passes through it, it sends red reflections dancing around the room. You’re also afraid of needles, but blood never bothered you. Seconds later, Erik is finished and has a band aid on the crease in his elbow. Lydia gives him a red sucker as a joke and he hands it to you, knowing they’re your favorite. You pop it in your mouth as Erik disappears into the bathroom to complete the urine sample. The rest of the appointment finished with ease and once back in the car, Erik gingerly holds your hand, again. You smile at him and then stare out the windshield. “Thank you for coming.” He says quietly. “Always.” You reply and lean your head back on the seat. “How bout some ice cream?” You ask and Erik casts a look at you out of the corner of his eye and then pulls into a McDonald’s parking lot.

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