- - don't wanna be here...

[JACOB ANDREW COLINS]

→ Jake was the proud owner of his own garage that did normal every day repairs, and some minor body-work. It wasn’t a small place but it wasn’t huge either, three bays for cars, one attached section where the body work was done, waiting room, and an office that he shared with the guys as more of a break room with a few cabinets for paper work and one desk. The computer was a laptop he’d bought for the business since he needed to be able to take the information home to do paper work and things and the general feeling was relaxed. They were a bunch of greasy guys doing something they enjoyed and who most of the people in the community knew from growing up there. Their customers were family, friends, and strangers and no matter which category they fell into they were comfortable being there from the moment they walked in the door.

→ The shop had been a gift of sorts, his father’s last and most precious. Jake’s father had died when he was 17, and he’d been the one who had taught Jake nearly everything he knew about cars. The man had worked three jobs most of his life and had raised Jake all on his own, money wasn’t something they threw around so there was plenty saved. Add to the saved the insurance and things that had been given to Jake when he reached eighteen? He’d found himself richer than he’d ever thought possible and that was when he’d made the decision on what he’d do with the money and his life. He got a few friends to work along side him and that had been the birth of “Jake’s Garage”. Sure the name wasn’t creative but customers didn’t complain about it or the service they received.

→ In the garage was actually where you could find Jake right now, his feet the only thing showing under the truck he was focused on. The mumbled curses, grunts, and bangs were all that told you his mood was quickly becoming sour with the stupid machine. It was supposed to have been something simple, but it was proving to be a massive pain in his ass. With a shout and a loud string of curses that would put a sailor to shame he rolled out while the pain in his ass truck had just become a literal pain in his forehead. He pressed his arm to the new cut and got up to his feet heading for the bathroom that was actually in the shop. It was greasy and small but it didn’t matter since it was just him and the guys who used this one. One glance in the mirror told him he’d not be having any problems watching horror flicks with gore and blood anymore because he’d just found something worse than those, his own injury.

→ About half an hour, 27 rags and many grumbled threats of how he was going to “kill” that truck found Jake headed to the one place he hated more than anything. With a cut that wouldn’t stop bleeding and the depth of it a trip to the hospital wasn’t avoidable and as he parked the car he wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have driven himself since he was starting to feel a little dizzy. He’d call a friend to come get him when he left unless he was feeling better. He sat there in the car for about ten minutes after parking, the engine running, six more rags on the passengers seat, and his breath catching in something close to panic as he debated for the hundredth time what could possibly go bad if he just drove away. Another five minutes and he was feeling sick to his stomach and dizzy and it might have been because he was hyperventilating but it was better to find out for sure and while he didn’t like it he knew he had to go inside.

→ The engine fell silent as he turned the key and tucked them into his pocket as he got out locking the car and ditching the seventh rag glad to see it was finally starting to slow down as he pressed the eighth to his head and closed the door. Walking inside involved many slow paced steps and quick glances around to make sure there wasn’t anyone standing around ready to grab him and force him inside. He’d do it of his own free will or not at all right? Sure. Manly. He was so glad his friends weren’t around to see his pansy-ish behavior. Finally making it inside he went to the desk and explained handing over his insurance card and watching her type a few things into the computer before the woman handed it back and stuck a bracelet round his wrist. She called for a nurse and the woman led him around to where he was weight, his height checked and questions asked while she filled things out on a clip board. He was fidgety and kept glancing toward the door which earned him a stern look that clearly said “you go through there and I’ll be on your ass like white on rice”. Yeah it was a bad cut.

→ When she’d finally finished her questioning and information gathering he was left alone in one of the many rooms and she’d taped a gauze pad over his head so he didn’t have to sit there holding the rag while he waited. The fidgeting urge was back and he didn’t stay sitting for long, quickly on his feet and walking around the room chewing his lip to pieces and checking out everything in there. He wanted to know what things were there that if he saw someone reaching for he should get the fuck out fast. Kinda like getting himself some for-warning of what was to come or something like that. He huffed out a breath and turned fast lifting his wrist to his mouth to chew at the bracelet clasp so he could get it off while he got the hell out. He couldn’t stay here couldn’t be here and he was going back to the garage. He’d bandage it up and be fine. He’d taken two steps and froze in his tracks as the door handle turned, shit too late.



HOW IT BREAKS DOWN
so this topic is tagged as CLOSED because my response is all for MATY/FI. the word count is something like 1,060 and the status is FINISHED. if I had to leave a sticky note it would say “FIRST JAFI IN FOREVER” cos I’m cool like that.

[FIORELLO NALU PEACH]

Fi shifted awkwarldy in his tight-fitting white sneakers. His blue eyes were dancing over charts, alight with interest at the facts and tidbits he was abosrbing about the patients as his gaze glided over the clipboard that sat in front of him on the desk at the nurse's station. He was growing bored. The E.R. wasn't the busiest of places right now, but any semblance of calm never lasted long around here. Eh, it kept life interesting. As he turned the page on the chart he was going over another of the nurses came by with a different patient's information. "Got one for ya, Fi." His co-worker said calmly.

Fi laughed, the other nurses still messed with him, more so now that he was officially a nurse. He didn't know what to expect from this. "Some moron conked his head kid. Go check him out, send someone in if her needs stitches, you know the drill." The other nurse added before trotting off to her next case. Fi just nodded with a "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." And smiled, getting up and heading off to the room where his newest patient was waiting. He was getting better at this whole nursing thing, this shouldn't have been too difficult of an endeavor. The young brunette smoothed out his white scrubs, laughing at how he preferred white ones when most of theother nurses wore blue or pink or cartoon characters. He liked these... For today anyway.

Once Fi'd gotten everything in order approached the door to his patient's room and reached for the handle of the door and pushed. His eyes were on the chart as he spoke up, "Mr. Colins?" He addressed the guy, looking up with a smile and finding himself instantly thankful for his good composure at the moment because, even with a piece of blood-covered gauze taped to his forehead this guy was still one of the most handsome men Fi'd laid eyes in a very long time, if ever. The green eyes, the puppy-dog worry on his face, and obviously the muscles. There was nothing to scoff at in this man's appearance, not so far as Fi was concerned. He was having trouble putting words in his own mouth for a second, "Um," He gathered himself quickly, "Are you ok?" He asked, quirking his head to the side. Those were the first words he could come up with.

In all fairness, a question such as 'are you ok' asked to a bleeding man in a hospital was a senseless one, but he'd asked it because, aside from the injury, this guy looked fairly uneasy. Fi wanted to be the kindly sort though, so he chose to easethe guy into everything; "I'm sorry," He began, putting on a glittering smile for his patient, "My name's Fi." He introduced himself, taking a seat. "Can I get you to sit down for a minute?" He asked, standing up and grabbing a blood-pressure cuff. Jacob, the name Fi'd learned from the chart, was quick to oblige and sat down. "This isn't painful, you can relax." Fi said with a calming tone and a bit of a giggle.

He wrapped the blood-pressure cuff around Jake's arm and put his stethoscope beneath it to hear his heart beat. It took only a moment to record. Blood pressure was just a bit low and his heart seemed to be beating a bit quickly from what Fi'd heard. He removed his stethoscope from his ears and looked at Jake, trying to hide the slight concern he felt. "How long has that cut been bleeding?" He asked. Jake didn't look too bad, a bit pale maybe, like me might've lost a bit more blood than a normal cut would allow. Fi didn't wait for an answer on the length of time the guy'd had the wound before he headed over to the cabinets on the side of the room. and pulled down a tray and a few needles. "I'm gonna have to IV you and push some saline into you." He said with a soft smile. "You've lost a little blood so I wanna get you all shaped up, kay?" He said sweetly, offering the guy a caring look as he readied the needle. "After this, we'll get your head patched up because, from the look of the bandages, the bleeding's stopped." He stated, getting ready to stick the other guy. God damn he's cute... Fi's mind wandered momentarily.

[JACOB ANDREW COLINS]

→ As the door swung open Jake’s eyes swept around the room looking for another way out, knowing already that he would not be finding one. He dropped his wrist away from his mouth not wanting to have to explain that he was actually trying to chew off the bracelet. His name being spoken caught his attention and his eyes swung back to the male in front of him…dressed as a nurse. Huh. Not something you saw every day right? Ok so that was sexist and he should have more pride of his own half of the species right? Oh well he blamed the movies. Nodding slowly he took a breath knowing he should be answering the hottie right about now. Yes, that’s me. he mumbled shoving his hands into his pockets. He couldn’t deny that he didn’t have in instant interest in the guy since it wasn’t every day that you found just about the cutest male nurse in the whole of the USA right? Ok Jake lost blood much? Think with your brain not your hormones, just cos you ain’t been in a relationship in two years and haven’t had sex in five months did not mean you should be heading down that path of thought alright?

→ The question of “are you ok” simply earned an eyebrow lift and a wince as it made the injury throb reminding him it was right above that spot. He cleared his throat and gave a little smile when the guy said sorry and introduced himself as Fi. Ok unusual profession for a guy and an unusual name, yep this guy was interesting enough to sick around even if it was a hospital. Ok so the real reason might have been the beautiful eyes or the fact that he just oozed kindness but who was really gonna correct him in his own head but himself? Nice to meet you, uh call me Jake…Mr Colins was my dad. he responded and moved to sit when requested thinking it was best to just do as told to avoid problems? He sat and let Fi do what he was obviously trained to do and tried to focus on making himself calm down finding it a little easier since the man wasn’t a scary old nurse threatening him.

→ He glanced down at the watch wrapped round his wrist when asked how long his head had been bleeding and did some quick but probably not entirely accurate math. Um….about twenty…twenty five minutes? he offered not sure if it was correct but figuring it was close enough. It didn’t seem like all that long really so he wasn’t worried. What did make him worry though was the mention of an IV and the needle. Oh. Hell. No. Can…I mean thanks and all but can’t I just drink some orange juice and eat a cookie like people do at blood drives? I’m not so much a fan of…needles…hospitals…pain? he suggested his voice getting softer as it went and his eyes once again trying to find the non-existent second exit that would magically get him right to his car and on his way. He was now extra glad that none of the guys had witnessed his injury or come along, the teasing that would come from hearing him right about now? Would never end.


HOW IT BREAKS DOWN
so this topic is tagged as CLOSED because my response is all for MATY/FI. the word count is something like 556 and the status is FINISHED. if I had to leave a sticky note it would say “FIRST JAFI IN FOREVER” cos I’m cool like that.

[FIORELLO NALU PEACH]

Fi's eyes softened as they looked at Jake, he fought back a laugh at the other guy's reaction to needles. "Hey, Jake, relax." The young guy said swieetly, filling two syringes up with saline and readying a butterfly needle. "You'll be fine, I promise." Fi encouraged, wapping a rubberband tourniquet around Jake's bicep before he had more chance to protest and before he had any chance to squirm. One thing Fi'd learned he was damn good at was starting IV's. "Really, I'm good at this." He reassured his patient.

"Look," Fi began, "Just look at me, don't pay attention to your arm and it'll be over before you know it." He said sweetly, cleaning the skin about the large vein in Jake's arm. Fi poised the needle above the vein and locked his blue gaze with Jake's green one, "One, two," He counted down to ease Jake into it but did not wait for three before plunging the needle into Jake's vein, making sure the catheter was in before removing the hollow needle and disposing of it, taping the tube down quickly.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Fi stated more than asked, grabbing the first syring and pushing the saline into the end of the IV tubing and then pushing the second one. "That should be enough, it's not like you need a drip or anything." Fi said kindly, tenderly handling Jake's arm incase it hurt him at all at this point. "You good, big guy?" He asked with a bit of a laugh, looking up at Jake. It was cute how he seemed unnervd by the hospital, Fi found it endearing. He wished he was smooth enough to strike up engagin conversation but all that had managed to trot out of his lips was work talk. You're so lame,Fi. He thought to himself. Hell, while he was supposed to be professional, Fi could't help but want to flirt with this guy. IT was distracting almost, he kept forgetting to do his job.

After a moment, snapping out of his gushy, pathetic thoughts of how good-looking this guy was Fi remembered to tend to the head wound. "We're almost done here." He said encouragingly, though the prospect of Jake having to leave soon was so uncool. With that, the young brunette reached his hands up and gently remved the bandage on Jake's forehead and the gash wasn't as serious as he was sure it'd once been. It wasn't big but it was deep. Nothing that'd need stitching, a few good bandages would do it. "Well, this doesn't look too rough." He said with a smile.