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“We have a new one,” Nurse Callaway announces as she wheels in a hospital bed with what looks like a monster on it.
“Kathy, what-?” Ron begins, confused as to why they would bring a beast into the hospital, but she cuts him off.
“A curse, Ron, now get over here and follow protocol,” She demands and he quickly jumps to action, testing and writing results. Nurse Callaway goes to phone the curse breakers, saying they would probably be here soon as it was a high priority case.
“Why, who is he?” Ron asks but it seems she has been ordered not to divulge that information.
So, through his shift Ron is required to regularly check in on the man-beast-person and make sure they’re comfortable. And that as soon as they wake up they must quickly notify the family. The beast stayed asleep the whole time until right before Ron’s shift was to end, at three in the morning.
Ron watched as the man-beast’s eyes slowly fluttered open and glanced around the room. Ron jumps when the beast growls at him once he has been spotted. “Sir?” Ron whispers, not taking his eyes off his patient.
“Where am I?” the patient says in a gruff voice, seeming to demand an answer.
“You’re in the hospital, Sir,” Ron clarifies and the beast just groans, turning over in the bed. Ron just looks at him strangely.
“Turn the light off,” The patient demands and Ron almost scoffs at how much of a demanding prat he was being but held it in. He’s cursed and might not always be like this.
Ron chooses not to respond but does as he’s asked and leaves the room to notify the next nurse that the patient has woken up and the family needs to be notified. Ron heads home not too long after that and falls right asleep, chocolate brown eyes following him into his dreams.
When Ron gets back to work the next day he is back on beast watching duty but this time he’s conscious and extremely demanding.
“This is dreadful,” the patient states, pushing the tray on the floor. Ron has to resist strangling him, this isn’t even the first time it’s happened. “Don’t you have anything better?”
“Sir, I’ve already brought all the food we have here,” Ron responds in his fake nice voice and watches at the beast’s eyes narrow. Ron just rolls as gets on the ground to pick up the food for what feels like the millionth time that day.
“Then order something,” the patient states flippantly, waving him off. The only thing that saves him from Ron yelling at him is that the curse breakers walk in at that moment, later then was expected. They quickly get down to business scanning him and trying to figure out what to do to break the curse.
Ron quickly heads out of the room to comment to Kathy what the patient requested and she tells him to quickly do it. But he didn’t know what to order and he definitely wasn’t going to order it himself. This definitely isn't protocol but apparently he’s enough of a big deal that some rules can be thrown out the window.
“What do you mean you need more time!?” Ron hears the patient roar from his room and a few moments later the curse breakers come hustling out of the room. Ron rolls his eyes and heads back into the room to see the beast huffing and puffing.
“Where’s my food?” He snaps, to which Ron just stares at him with a frown. “What!?”
“You’re extremely rude,” Ron answers, walking in and sitting in the chair by the bed and getting on his phone to ask what the patient wanted to eat. “If you were nicer to people they might actually wanna do what you ask.”
The beast just sits there, staring at Ron in shock. “Anyways, uh, sir,” Ron starts. “What exactly do you want to eat? You never specified what you wanted to order.” Ron glances at his patient who quickly shakes off his shocked expression.
“Oh, um simple fish and chips is fine,” the beast responds calmly and Ron nods.
“But we have that here,” Ron responds confused but the beast glares at him.
“And it sucks ball,” his patient returns and Ron concedes the point, it’s definitely not the best. Ron hands his phone over for him to fill in his payment information and Ron just stares at the ceiling, yawning a little.
Blaise hands his phone back for Ron to submit. “Alright, sir, it’ll be here in 20 minutes,” Ron states as he stands up and starts heading out of the room.
“Blaise,” the beast grumbles lowly, causing Ron to pause on his way out.
“What?” Ron asks, not sure what he means.
“My name is Blaise,” Ron’s patient, now Blaise, states and Ron smiles.
“Nice to officially meet you, Blaise,” Ron says nodding to which Blaise responds in kind.
“I’ll see you in a bit with your food,” Ron responds before hedging out of the room to attend to other patients.
Eventually the food arrives and Ron heads back to the room to see a girl leaving his room. “Love you, Blaise,” the girl calls back into the room as she’s walking out.
“Love you, too. See you, Gina,” Blaise calls after her as she continues down the hallway.
Ron walks in with the food. “Alright, here's your food,” Ron announces as he arrives at the side of Blaise’s bed. “Still fairly hot, so that’s good. There’s actually more than I remember ordering.”
“Eat with me,” Blaise says, almost demanding, before gesturing to the chair Ron sat in before.
“Um,” Ron glances out the window, closing the shades a little and sitting with him. “Sure.”
“So, are you always here or do you get some time off?” Blaise asks, chuckling while Ron just rolls his eyes.
“I typically work four days a week, most being night shifts,” Ron starts, “so I get time off. It’s just when I work it’s very long hours, but I like my job well enough not to mind too much.”
“Well, I guess that’s good,” Blaise responds.
“What about you?” Ron asks and Blaise takes much longer to respond.
“Well, I’m not currently working but I’ve been training my whole life to take over after my father retires,” Blaise explains, his expression very blank.
“Is taking over for your father what you want to do?” Ron asks once he finally finishes his food.
“Honestly, I don’t mind it, it’s just all the people around me are fake,” Blaise explains, staring down at his food. “No one, outside of my siblings, have ever treated me like you do.”
“So, when you act like a prat they cheer you on?” Ron asks with a smirk while Blaise laughs loudly.
“Precisely,” Blaise responds right before Ron’s pager goes off.
“Looks like duty calls,” Ron chuckles before chucking his trash in the bin. “Make sure to finish the food. And I might not see you again for a few days so just ask your nurse and they should get you food.”
“Alright,” Blaise nods, waving after him. “Bye, Ron.”
“Bye,” Ron whispers as he hurries away trying to hide the blush on his cheeks from Blaise saying his name for the first time.
Ron fights internally, it’s not like he’s interested, Ron’s just convenient company at the moment. Plus that girl was probably his girlfriend coming to visit him, cause he’s a rich guy and currently a beast so honestly that should just ruin everything. But Ron just wants to get to know Blaise even more.
When Ron finally gets home and is about to fall asleep he gets a text from an unknown number. “Hey Ron, it’s Blaise,” the text reads and Ron can’t help the laugh that bursts from him.
“When did you get my number?” Ron texts back utterly baffled this is happening.
“I texted myself from your phone when we were ordering food,” Blaise texted back with a nervous face emoji and Ron can’t resist rolling his eyes.
“So, you had your phone already and we didn’t need to use mine, good to know,” Ron texts and hopes Blaise can hear all the sarcasm that accompanies it.
“Yes, well, now you know,” Blaise responds simply and Ron just sighs.
“Why did you want my number anyways?” Ron questions, it still doesn’t make any sense.
“So that when I won’t see you I can still talk to you,” Blaise texts back and Ron chuckles, smiling softly.
For the rest of the time Ron had off Blaise and Ron talk, almost, nonstop.