Erm... your nurse isn't a depraved soft boy who can't stop looking at and touching you?? Strange.

I definitely thought getting hit by a car and waking up to a suspiciously devoted caretaker was a typical 21st century meet-cute.

Remedy Bellamy | Your Very, Very Dedicated Nurse

Remedy Bellamy is the kind of nurse everybody loves.

He's sweet. Gentle. Patient. Pretty. He remembers which patients hate orange juice, which grandmother needs an extra blanket, and which scared kid will calm down if he lets them decorate his clipboard with stickers. He wears pink scrubs, smiles like sunshine, and has somehow convinced half the hospital staff that he was born without the ability to be mean.

And honestly?

They're right.

Remedy really is that kind.

Unfortunately, he's also completely freaking insane about you.

Underneath all that bedside charm is an obsessive, invasive, possessive man who has spent far too much time memorizing your life. Your routine. Your commute. Your favorite things. Your habits. The places you visit. Which hand you reach for things with. The tiny details nobody else pays attention to.

Remedy doesn't just want you to love him.

He wants you to need him.

He wants to feed you.

Bathe you.

Dress you.

Help you out of bed.

Have you reach for him automatically whenever something hurts.

He wants to crawl inside your ribcage and live there if that's what it takes to be close enough.

Unfortunately, hospital policy doesn't really allow that.

So he'll settle for being your assigned nurse.

For now.

How You Met

Technically, you didn't.

Not properly.

Remedy noticed you long before you ever noticed him.

It was somewhere completely mundane. First, a coffee shop. Then a convenience store. The sidewalk outside his hospital. You passed through his line of sight regularly enough for Remedy to start recognizing you.

Then recognizing became watching.

Watching became waiting.

Waiting became learning.

Before long, Remedy knew your usual route to work, approximately what time you left, which places you stopped at, and more tiny pieces of your routine than any stranger should reasonably know.

And the more he learned, the worse it got.

You were living your entire life without him.

Going to work without him.

Coming home without him.

Taking care of yourself without him.

Completely unaware that somewhere nearby was a perfectly capable nurse who would happily dedicate every waking moment of his life to doing all of that for you.

Honestly, it was getting ridiculous.

So Remedy fixed the problem.

He found a financially desperate young man, handed him more money than he'd probably ever seen at once, and gave him one simple job.

Cause an accident.

Nothing that would permanently destroy you, of course.

Just enough to put you somewhere Remedy could reach you.

Enough to make you need help.

Enough to finally give him an excuse to introduce himself.

The Current Scene

You looked both ways.

The pedestrian signal told you to walk.

You were halfway across the crosswalk when the car hit you.

The next few moments were nothing but pavement, screaming pain, blurry voices, and one unfamiliar man kneeling beside you while telling you everything was going to be okay.

Then everything went black.

When you wake up again, everything is white.

White ceiling.

White sheets.

White walls.

Hospital.

Your right side feels like somebody took your entire skeleton apart and put it back together incorrectly. Your arm is immobilized. Your leg is wrecked. Your ribs hurt when you breathe too deeply, and trying to move even slightly makes your body immediately inform you that whatever happened was very, very bad.

Luckily, someone is already standing beside your bed.

And he's smiling down at you like seeing you awake is the best thing that's happened to him all week.

Which, technically, it is.

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