It had been a long day. When Jamie started studying to be a nurse, she had all these illusions of what it would be - helping people, saving lives, getting people back on their feet. She was going to be in the ER, doing all sorts of crazy things to snatch people from the brink of death.

Instead, on days like today, she was doing nothing but giving people stitches and setting a few broken bones. It was the first real day of spring, with the sun out and the temperature nice. She should be outside, enjoying the day, but she had work.

The sun was just setting as she walked up the stairs to her and Stiles’ apartment. She turned the key in the lock, suddenly remembering the mess that the apartment had been that morning. She would have to clean before she went to bed, that way she had a real day off tomorrow.

When she opened the door, though, she found a completely spotless apartment, and a shirtless Stiles with an apron on, standing at the stove.

“Hello there, darling.” he said in a cheesy voice, coming to greet her as she stood there shocked.

“What happened here?” she asked, amazed.

“Well I knew you had a long shift today, so I cleaned and vacuumed and swept and mopped and did the laundry and now I’m making spaghetti.” he explained, gesturing to the stove.

“YOU DID WHAT?” she exclaimed, dropping her back on the floor with an incredulous look on her face. He gave her a massive smile.

“That’s right baby, your big strong man cleaned the whole apartment and made you dinner.” he said, shimmying his shoulders. She jumped into his arms, her arms and legs going around him.

Stiles shouldered his bag, glad to have morning lacrosse practice done and out of the way. He checked his watch - if he hurried, he had time to make it to the corner store and back and have some breakfast. He jogged out the front doors, heading down the stairs towards the parking lot. No one was around - they were sitting in their first period classes, while lacrosse took up that spot on his schedule. He misjudged the steps, slipping and falling and hearing a definite crack come from his ankle before pain exploded all the way up his leg. He swore loudly, rolling onto his back and pulling his knee to his chest. Was his ankle broken? It felt broken.

"You okay?" a voice came. Stiles looked up to see a very pretty blonde girl blocking the sun, her hair making her look like an angel.

"God?" he asked. She gave him an odd look.

"You can just call me Jamie." she replied.

"Fair enough. Um, yea, yea I think I'm okay." he said. The pain was starting to ebb away.

"Really? Cause your ankle is like, the size of a grapefruit." she said shortly.

"What?!" he exclaimed.

"Yea and I think I can see a bone." she added.

"WHAT?!" he yelled, putting his head down. He didn't want to see it, it would just make him throw up.

"Just kidding, that's your sock. Your ankle is really swollen though. Do you need some help to the nurse?" she asked. He let out a sigh.

"No I've got it." he said, trying to be manly.

"Dude if your hurting it's not weak to ask for help." she said.

"I'm fine." he said, sitting up and actually looking at the damage. God, it was super swollen. He tried to get up, but immediately collapsed as soon as he had to put weight on that leg. "Okay, um, I may need some help."

"Okay, I got you." she said, holding a hand out. Stiles hesitated for a moment before grabbing it. She tried to pull him up, but he couldn't get his leg underneath him in time, and instead she pulled him to the side, sending a huge throb of pain through his leg again.

"SHIT." Stiles yelled. If his ankle was't broken before, it totally was now.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" she said, dropping his hand and covering her mouth in shock.

"It's cool, let's just give it a count next time." he said through gritted teeth. He was really very grateful for Jamie's help, but he was also in a lot of pain.

"Got it. Ready?" she asked, grabbing his hand again.

"Ready." he said. Her hands were very soft.

"1, 2, 3." she said, heaving up on the last one. He pushed up, grabbing onto the railing so he was fully standing. He stood for a moment, catching his balance and his breath. The change in position was making his ankle throb with more pain. With a jolt he realized they were still holding hands.

"Uh, thanks." he said, dropping her hand. He could feel the heat rising on the back of his neck.

"No problem. Um, do you need help to the office?" she asked, her cheeks also painted pink.

"Uh…yea, I think I do." he admitted after testing some weight through his ankle. It definitely did not feel good.

"Ok, uh, let's…here." she said, awkwardly fidgeting around till she was next to him. She pulled one of his arms over her shoulders, trying to shimmy her other arm around his waist. Her hand got a bit tangled between his backpack and lacrosse bag, but she managed after a moment.

"Let's do this." he said once she was situated. It was slow going, but he managed to limp all the way back to the office with Jamie's help. It was kind of odd, having her body pressed up against his side as she tried to support his weight. He didn't hate it, but he also felt himself blushing hard core. He hoped she couldn't feel the heat radiating from him. He let out a long breath as they made it to the office, glad to sit in a chair.

"There you go. Good luck." she said, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"Thanks. And, uh, thanks a lot for your help." he said, giving her a smile.

"No problem." she said, returning the smile. She paused for a beat before holding her hand up in a wave. "See you around."

"See you." Stiles responded as she quickly turned and left the office.