Short Story

Like clockwork, Liam is rushing into his room. “Are you okay? I heard you scream - do we need to go to the hospital?” Liam crouches down feeling for a fever.

"No wonder he cares for you so deeply. You have known him so long." She said almost cheerfully as if it was a good

“His office is down the hall there you should be able to walk right in but he may have already gone home.” Replied the nurse.

“Medics here, who needs help?” he questioned. It’s almost like Sasha never heard me tell him I was fine.

Merlin shuffled the load of clothing he carried in his arms and met the king’s eye. “I’m honored that you trust me, sire.”

” 'Evenin' Arthur, didn’t notice you the first time I was here.' Dr. Reynold's voice was as breezy as his step, as though he has said it every evening of his life, an announcment that astounded me even more than being in the same room with Boo

“Thank you,” Julie said, “we will get to work right away.” As soon as they left, she ordered the other nurse in the room,

Arthur appreciated having the chance to get his mind of how Gwen might be suffering. He told Tristan about his undergraduate days at Georgetown, even though that timeframe seemed inextricably linked with Gwen.

Arthur had never been more grateful in his entire life to return to his chambers. He held himself together on the ride home from the hunt, claiming he felt ill. Mithian had asked him if he was all right, and he lied and said he had a terrible headache and needed rest. The moment the hunting party had returned to the castle, Arthur sprinted for his quarters where he remained, clutching Guinevere’s ring to his chest.

“Wait, what’s happening?” she asked. The man in the tuxedo left, leaving the nurse in there with her.

Returning back to the room, the blond tried to relax himself, but with added company he found himself tense and a bit stress over trying to balance his personal life bleeding into his work one. "So, Arthur...this is my son Fen. Fen, this is Arthur. He's a friend and he's staying the night." Flynn introduce the two. "Can you paused the game and say hi?" Flynn added.

She looked up at me, blinked, and looked back down at the patient, wrapping a thin wool bandage around his side. “Hello, Adilia.” She nodded up at me, and stepped away from the unconscious man. “He should be fine..” She said, walking away from the table.

Dorian and I cast don’t-notice-me spells on all of us and we went through the door as stealthily as half a dozen people can.

“Who’s Flynn?” she asked after the doctor left, leaning back in Bass’ bed crossing her arms underneath her breasts.

“If I could, I would slap you across the head. I don’t care about the dumb car, idiot. All that matters is that you’re okay. Now let’s find out when you’re getting out of here because I am already tired of this hospital.” The doctor came in and told us that Leilani only has to stay overnight and then she can recover at home which is better than what I was expecting. We can have more Marvel marathons and hopefully start our Game of Thrones binge watch party. After twenty minutes of making Leilani laugh until she was in more pain, a nurse comes into the room and tells me that visiting hours are almost over, cutting my corny pun segment short. The plain hallways are shorter than they were when I first walked in. While walking towards the exit, a sign catches my eye, ‘donate blood on March 9th at the hospital parking lot from