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Hey guys! So it’s been a while since I posted anything, and I am sorry, shit went down in my personal life and I had to step away for a bit of time. But I am back, and I promise to make my way through the requests I have. I haven’t forgotten about you, I promise.

This one was requested by leonielunatic:

Heya:-) could you do a ben bruce imagine? Like she’s a nurse & meet him in a Hospital ? ( he doesn’t have to be a patient) & fluff fluff fluff :D

Warnings: None

Rating: PG-13

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Rain poured from the sky onto the dark pavement outside the ER doors. It was a relatively quiet night on the emergency front, something that is both a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing because no one was getting hurt. It was a curse because it meant you had to spend 10 hours bored out of your mind, except for the occasional tummy ache from a child.

A sigh left your mouth as you leaned back in the desk chair and turned to your co-worker who had just come on shift.

“Anything fun happen today?” She asked you, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Not a thing. Only the occasional kid with a stomach ache. You’d think that it would be worse since it’s raining cats and dogs out there, but apparently not,” you chuckled and sighed once again.

“Well then I might be able to get some studying done for my exam on Friday,” she chuckled as she sat down beside you and pulled out a textbook. She was currently a student trying to get into a surgical program. But you were content being an ER nurse, you get all the exciting cases.

The doors to the ER suddenly opened, catching your attention, but it was just someone walking in to visit a loved one who was already in the hospital.

“How long have you been here?” You suddenly heard.

“Seven hours,” you told her and looked over at her.

“That explains the excitement you just gave off when the visitor door opened,” she laughed and you pouted at her.

“I like it when people come in looking for help,” you explained to her and she shrugged. Then the two of you heard the Emergency doors near the ambulance entrance open and heard a gurney being pushed into the building. Immediately you shot off of your chair and followed the gurney into a trauma room.

“What’s going on here?” You asked and a paramedic handed you a clipboard.

“27 year old male with a head laceration and bruising along the shoulders. He fell off of a stage and landed on a concrete floor. He was unconscious for a few minutes but is now awake,” she ran through his case to you and you nodded.

“Thanks, alright,” you paused and looked at the chart. “Mr. Bruce. I’m (y/n) and I’ll be taking care of you. Rate your pain for me on a scale of 1-10.”

“Probably a 7 at the moment,” he winced as he tried to move his arm.

“I can get another nurse to grab you a sling. Can you tell me what happened?” You asked him and he looked up at you. The second his eyes met yours, a smirk formed on his face.

“Uh, I was performing a show and I slipped on a cord and fell face-first into the barracade and onto the floor,” he smiled and you nodded.

“That head laceration looks pretty deep, I’m going to have to do some stitches, is that alright?” You asked and he smiled.

“Only if it’s you doing the stitches,” he said.

“Okay Mr. Bruce,” you chuckled and then turned to your co-worker.

“Can you go grab a sling for him and also grab a suture kit for me?” I asked and she nodded before walking away.

“How is someone as hot as you a nurse?” You heard from the bed. He must be drunk, you thought.

“I don’t know, how does someone as good looking as you fall from a stage?” You asked and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I knew I was going to meet you so I just had to fall,” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“So what is it that you do Mr. Bruce?” You asked him as you logged into the computer to update his chart.

“I’m a guitarist in a band,” he started.

“Oh yeah, any band that I’ve heard of?” I asked and he chuckled.

“Asking Alexandria,” he answered and you stopped typing before looking at him. You knew he looked familiar.

“You’re Ben Bruce. I’m actually a pretty big fan. I went to your show last night,” you told him and he smiled bigger.

“I knew you looked familiar,” he flirted and you shook your head.

“Is the rest of your band coming up or are you all alone?” You asked him.

“Not too sure. I think I’d rather be alone,” his eyebrows danced and you rolled your eyes. From behind you, you heard your co-worker walk back in with the items you requested. As she began putting the sling on Ben’s arm,  you opened the suture kit and sat down in front of him.

“Do you want me to numb it or not?” You asked.

“How many stitches do I need?” He asked.

“Three, four at the most,” I answered and he shrugged.

“I can handle the pain,” he said and you chuckled to yourself as you began cleaning the wound. The two of you were quiet for a few seconds before he began speaking again.

“What was your favorite part of the show last night?” He asked.

“The whole thing,” you answered and he chuckled, which moved his head.

“No moving,” you gave him a stern look.

“Sorry,” he apologized. As you got the needle ready to suture the cut, you heard a group of people walk into the room you were in.

“Damn Ben, that’s one nasty cut,” you heard someone comment.

“Okay guys, you can be in here, but please don’t get in the way. I wield a needle, and I know how to use it,” you joked and they all stepped to the other side of the room.

“So (y/n), who’s your favorite member of the band?” Ben asked and you raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not you in case you were wondering. I’m actually quite fond of James,” you giggled and Ben gasped.

“How dare the fuckhead beat me,” he exclaimed and you gave him a stern look again because he moved.

“I told you no moving,” you said and he shrugged.

“She knows our band?” I heard one of the others ask.

“She does and she was at a show last night,” Ben answered and I smiled at them. The room then grew quiet. As I finished with the stitches, the band all began to grow rowdy from standing for the five minutes they were standing there. When I finished, I stood and threw away the suture kit and my gloves.

“Those stitches are going to dissolve on their own so you don’t have to worry about coming back to get them removed. Do you have any questions?” I asked Ben as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Wanna go to a bar when you get off?” He asked and you chuckled.

“For all you know I could have just started my shift,” you said and he smiled.

“Based on the tired look in your eyes right now I’m guessing you’re at the end of your shift,” he said.

“I have three hours left,” you told him and he shrugged.

“I’ll be at Grinchow’s Bar at around 11, if you wanna get drinks with me, meet me at the bar,” he said and then handed me a piece of folded paper.

“Look at that after I leave,” he chuckled as he walked towards the desk. You stood in the trauma room and watched as the band walked away. Did you just agree to go out with Ben Bruce? You opened the piece of paper and saw scrawled on the paper a ten digit number with two B’s under it. Apparently you did.