"(Y/n).. (Y/n)..."

'Wh-what? Were am I?'

"WAKE UP!! It's time to, y'all need to get goin', your buddy is awake!" A familiar voice loudly snapped, causing you eyes to spring open.

"NAAH-Haa.. Oh, heh, hi Patricia." You half screamed, she had her hands on her hips, and held a clipboard under her left arm. Your gaze shifted to the doorway, where Mark stood, waiting for you.

You sighed, relieved that everything was going back on track. Mark was okay, you were okay (minus the scrapes on your face) and Wade was alive. Things were picking up, and now that Bristol was dead, you and Mark were free to be together.

The dark haired nurse noticed you staring at Mark.

"What? You think you got X-ray powers from fallin' off a building, or somethin'?"

"What! No, no, no, no! That's not-"

"Now stop eye banging your man, and get movin'!"

"(Y/n)! Come on! Wade's awake and ya need ta see him!" Sean peeked his head around the door.

"Y-yeah, okay."

Patricia grunted. "Y'all need to get that guy some help. Ritalin maybe. Ragin' ADHD in that one." She said flatly, pointing her thumb at Sean.

"(Y/n), Sean's running down the hall already. Here-" Mark walked in and held out his hand for you. You took it and stood up.

"Woah, my head feels like a cloud.." You stumbled a little, and used Marks arm to support you.

"Yep. Morphine is one helluva drug. Now get out. I got stuff to do." Patricia commanded, forcing you and Mark out of the room.

You looked down the hall, seeing Sean nearly scampering in place, waiting for you. You almost laughed, watching his shoes light up as he pranced in place.

"Dudes, let's go!" The Irishman called, his voice echoing off the walls. Mark looked at you for a moment, and then you both followed Sean. Glancing over at Mark, you noticed his brow was furrowed. You could tell that he had something on his mind.

You decided not to question it. Mark intertwined his fingers with yours, and walked closer to you. Mark let go after stepping into Wade's hospital room.

Looking around the room, you saw that Bob, Barry, and Sean were somewhat chatting with a very out of sorts Wade.

'Must be the pain medication..'

Molly was sitting in a chair by Wade's bed, her hand loosely in his.

"Eeeey, Mark.. W'sup?" Wade slurred, when he noticed the two of you entered the room.

You stayed back, letting Mark talk to his friend. You noticed Barry had his phone out, and was playing a game of some sort.

"Uh, Barry.. Shouldn't you be with Lauryn right now? She just got surgery too, and you're her boyfriend." You asked, sitting down next to him on the plastic chairs in the cramped room.

"Mmm-hmm." Barry hummed, as a voice on his phone announced that he got a super combo.

"Wasn't she in the operating room for an hour or something?" You asked, slightly exasperated.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Are you listening?"

"No, and it's great."

"What?"

"I finally got a break- yes! -and it's awesome." Barry didn't remove his eyes from his game. "Lauryn is like a puppy with a serious cereal fix and an addiction to ginger ale- ah! That's bull!- Like, I'm her boyfriend and also- NO! - her babysitter." Barry said, between annoyed grunts about his game.

"Oh, that's.. A thing."

"Yeah. I swear if I walked away for a second, she'd get herself killed some-crap!-how. She used to live with her little sister until I got a call from a children's daycare center asking me if I was her legal guardian."

"Don't get me wrong, I love her, but I kinda need to be supervising her at all times. Because one of these times, she seriously is gonna die. Dammit!" Barry yelled as the words 'Game Over' overtook his screen.

"Ugh. Mobliterated again! Obliterated. Mobliterated? What's a Moblit? Ah forget it." Barry locked his phone and put it in his pocket.

You turned and stared strait ahead, trying to evaporate the cloud of awkward that was smothering you. Luckily, you didn't have to.

A grouchy woman who you knew all too well, was standing in the doorway. Her arms were crossed, and she had a look on her face that screamed Say a word and I'll kill you.

"Barry, I'ma need your help. Lys is goin' on about body snatchers, and that she's "Fullmetal", 'cause she got metal in her body now."

"Gosh dammit.." Barry whispered, getting up.

"And what the heck is 'automail'?"

You watched Barry shuffle out, following the grumpy Whoopie Goldberg to the next room over.

You turned your gaze back to Mark, who was carrying a conversation with Wade as best he could. Wade looked tired, Mark was putting on a brave face, Bob and Jack left the room, and Lauryn's muffled yells could be heard through the wall.

"W'sup (Y/n)..? You look like yer sad about somethin..?" Wade half stated, half slurred. You raised a brow, concerned yet amused.

"C'mon tell me whas wrong.." He reached out and pawed at the air before wincing and flopping back onto his bed.

"Nothing's wrong Wade.. I-I'm just relieved that it's over."

"Whas over?"

"The whole Bristol thing."

"Oh.. I thought you were talking 'bout Mark and y-"

Mark smacked Wade on his uninjured arm. You blinked twice, not expecting Mark to be so rough.

"Help nurse..! I'm bein' attacked by an elf!"

"What did you call me, Wade?"

Wade said nothing and started laughing like someone ran the wrong way in Speedrunners.

'Pain meds' Molly mouthed at you. Somehow she managed to ignore the pointless bickering between her and your boyfriends. Wade seemed to be calling Mark out for his hight, while Mark kept reverting to calling Wade a slew of cuss words.

Molly kept looking at you, as you attempted to avert your eyes from the boys' antics. You cleared your throat.

"Ehh.. So, um, Molly.. When does Wade get discharged?" You asked the blonde female, in an attempt to make friendly conversation. (And trying to distract yourself from the spectacle going on behind Wade's girlfriend.) Molly glanced at her boyfriend, who still was giggling, and was this close to being punched by Mark.

"Not soon enough. I can't wait to get back home." Molly groaned, massaging her temples and leaning back in her chair.

You pondered her answer for a second.

'Home?'

Aaaaagh! Screw vacations! I have no time to write! *Aggravated exhale*

Welcome back to an actual chapter! I can't remember last time that existed. Seriously, I need to get my crap together with this book.

I've been going through a lot lately.. Depression, Panic, Tikwondo, finding out TJ has Epilepsy, Ouran Highschool Host Club, Warframe, vacations, BTS, and getting testing done to find out that I have level 2 Autism.. AND my best friend (AKA my cat, Izzie) is on the brink of death.

Life has been something, lately.

I thought I had life figured out, but then my Gramma is all "You can't be an EMT, that's a mans' job! I was a nurse for 40 years, and I about wanted to die after I lost some patients. If you want to work in the medical field, I know ladies who can help you get a job in records! You won't be an EMT, so you get that out of your head right now! Find something else, because it won't happen."

Thanks for believing in me, Gramma. *Sarcasm~*

So now I gotta figure all of my life out. Again.

I'll catch you in the next chapter. See ya! ~Lizard