#I AM SCRWLAING

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I would like to simply pass away out of sheer cuteness thank you and good night

It's the Concussion Talking | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When he wakes up to find the most perfect woman nursing him back to health, Bradley tries his best to put the moves on her.

Warnings: Fluff, mild language

Length: 2500 words

Based on this request! Hope you love it, babe!

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Bradley cracked one eye open. Holy shit. The pain in his head was immediate and intense. If it would just ease up a bit, maybe he would be able to see what was going on. 

"He's stable." That was the sweetest voice he had ever heard in his life. He wished he could see who was talking.

"Blood pressure is low, but his eyelids are moving."

But now Bradley knew something must be wrong. Were they talking about him?

A soft hand pushed his hair back from his forehead and he groaned, trying to press himself further into the pleasant touch. "Where am I?" he managed to ask, but his voice sounded foreign to him, and his throat hurt. 

"Shh, don't overdo it. You're in the infirmary on base, Lieutenant Bradshaw," said that lovely voice. "You were involved in a training accident."

Bradley's memories rushed back to him, and he tried to sit up, but that pleasant hand was immediately on his chest, firmly keeping him in place.

"Is Phoenix okay? And Bob?" he asked frantically, finally getting both eyes to open a little bit.

"Yes, everyone is going to be fine," you promised him, and he let himself sink back against the hospital bed as you caressed his face. And then Bradley finally caught sight of you. You were bathed in the soft afternoon sunlight filtering through the window, and you were gorgeous. Like perhaps the most stunning woman he had ever seen. And you were wearing US Navy nursing scrubs with your name tag clipped to the front.

He cleared his throat and said your name out loud. You smiled down at him. "That's me," you replied, and he smiled back at you. "Since you're awake, I'm going to ask you a few questions, sound good?"

Bradley nodded his head, but then the shooting pain returned, so he immediately stopped. "You can ask me anything," he said, mesmerized by how pretty you were.

Your amused smile grew. "Perfect. Let's start with your date of birth and your blood type."

Bradley rattled off both answers for you, earning him a pleased look. 

"Can I ask you some questions?" he mumbled, unable to look away from your face. 

You shrugged, but your smile didn't disappear. "Sure."

"Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Are you seeing anyone?" he asked quickly. Good Lord, he had probably just embarrassed himself, but he didn't really care.

You tried to hide your smile. "Definitely still concussed," you muttered and scribbled in his chart. "But no, none of the above. I'm single," you said, and he immediately started to formulate plans for a first date. "Just so you know, we've given you some painkillers, so that's probably why you're acting a little silly. But hopefully after one night here with us, you'll be good as new."

Bradley wasn't being silly. He was just being honest with himself about wanting to ask you out. "I get to spend the night with you?" he asked.

You snorted and covered your mouth with your hand, embarrassed. "Kind of. I'll be here until the morning shift change."

You were fucking adorable. Bradley wanted to pull you down onto the bed next to him. "And you're going to check on me? Make sure I'm doing okay?" he asked with a grin.

"Yep. You'll be so tired of seeing me in here, I'm sure you'll be overjoyed to leave tomorrow."

"I highly doubt that," he replied as you stood to leave with his chart in your hand. "You're so pretty, I can't stop looking at you."

You bit your lip. "Yeah, that'll be the medication talking. It should be out of your system in a few more hours. I'll be back soon." You shook your head and walked away, turning back to smile at him before you left his room. 

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Bradley shifted around in the uncomfortable bed. You said you would be back, but you weren't back soon enough for his liking. He considered pushing the little red button to call you into his room, but he was sure there were others who needed help more than he did. 

So he waited. He didn't want to watch TV, and he didn't have his phone, so he planned out every detail of his first date with you. Hibachi restaurant, dessert at the French pastry shop, walk along the bayside pier. Maybe a goodnight kiss if he played his cards right. 

And he was going to have to play his cards very well, because he was currently trying to woo you from a hospital bed while wearing bright orange non-skid socks. 

By the time his door opened around dinnertime, he was feeling a lot better and his head was throbbing less. So he sat up in bed, excited to see you again, but it was someone else coming in with his dinner tray. 

"Thanks," he told them as they turned to leave. He pushed the food around on the tray after eating a few bites. He really was about to push the red button when the door opened again, and there you were. A smile broke out across his face.

"How are you feeling, Lieutenant Bradshaw?" you asked as you came to stand next to his bed. "Your head hurting a little less?"

"I'm fine. Excellent really, now that you're back. I missed you," he promised, if only to see if you'd snort again. You didn't, but your cheeks did turn a rosy color as you looked down to make some notes in his chart. 

"Pain medication is still affecting you, I see. Your color looks better now though, and so do your eyes," you said, examining his face closely. 

Bradley wasn't sure how he was supposed to put the moves on you when he was in a hospital gown that was too small for him, but he was certainly going to try his best.

"Since we'll be spending the night together, any chance I can take you out to breakfast in the morning? 

You were trying so hard not to look amused, Bradley had to commend you for that. "I'm not allowed to date patients, Lieutenant Bradshaw."

"Please, call me Bradley."

"I'm not allowed to use your first name either, Lieutenant Bradshaw."

Bradley sighed and sunk further into the pillow. "If I tell you my forehead hurts, will you touch my face again?"

A slight look of alarm settled on your features as you ran your fingertips and then your palm across his forehead. "Your head is hurting now?"

He let you fuss over him for a few seconds more, loving the way you moved his hair away from his face. "No, not all. I'm just wondering how we'll ever get on a proper date if you're not allowed to call me Bradley, and I'm not allowed to ask you out."

You smirked at him. "I'll be back around midnight to check on you. I really think the medication should be out of your system by them. Do you need anything else while I'm here?"

"Your phone number?" he asked hopefully, but you shook your head in response. "Yeah... didn't think so."

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Bradley managed to fall asleep for a little while, but he woke up before midnight and went to use his tiny bathroom. He padded along in his orange socks and hospital gown that ended mid thigh and tied in the back. He would give anything to have some of his real clothing right now.

He splashed some water on his face and tried to fix his hair. "This is not good," he muttered to his reflection. Why couldn't he have met you when he was wearing his uniform and didn't have scrapes all over his face?

He was feeling fine now, just a little bit sore. But you were under the impression that he was concussed and medicated beyond reason, and that's why he was asking you out. Couldn't be further from the truth. 

He held his gown closed and non-skid walked his way back to bed. Then his door opened and he was immediately disappointed to see a different nurse.

"Hi, Lieutenant Bradshaw! My name is Marcus, and I'm going to check your vitals."

Bradley frowned. "Listen, I'm sure you're a completely competent nurse, but I really need my vitals taken by nurse Y/N."

"She's on her break right now," Marcus informed him with a smile, holding out a blood pressure cuff. 

Bradley shook his head like a small child refusing cough syrup. "I'll just wait for her. Really, I don't mind waiting."

"But your vitals need to be recorded right now," Marcus insisted, shaking the cuff.

Just then, you strolled into the room with a smile on your face. "I can do it, Marcus. I'm done with my break," you said, taking over for the other nurse who walked away muttering about how many difficult patients he'd seen today. 

Bradley felt warm all over as you slowly shook your head at him and said, "What am I going to do with you?"

"I can think of several things," he told you seriously. "Starting with taking my vitals, because apparently they need to be done now."

Bradley listened to your laugh fill the dimly lit room. "Okay, we'll start with that then," you agreed, getting to work. He almost moaned at the feel of your fingers brushing along his bicep as you adjusted the blood pressure cuff around his arm.

"How many more times are you going to come check on me?" he asked as you brushed his hair away from his forehead again. He couldn't think of any reason you needed to be doing that, but he was happy you were. 

"Just once more, in the morning, before you get discharged."

"That's not enough, nurse. I'm severely concussed."

You laughed. "I think you're doing fine now. I'm going to assume by this point that you are always silly and a bit of a shameless flirt, and that it has nothing to do with your accident or the medication."

Bradley pouted. "Well, I wouldn't call it shameless...."

You shook your head. "Just try to go to sleep, okay? You'll feel good as new in the morning if you do." And with that, Bradley watched you walk out of his room again.

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Bradley was wide awake at 6 o'clock in the morning as usual. Since you wouldn't give him your phone number, he thought about trying to get you to take his. But then he realized you'd probably throw it in the trash; no way you were going to want to go out with a guy wearing orange socks and essentially a mini skirt. 

"Shit," he muttered, trying to come up with a solution before you showed up. You were perfect for him. You were in the Navy, plus you were smart, sweet, competent, and beautiful. But he'd probably embarrassed himself too much to stand a chance.

And then there you were, making a fuss over him again, taking his blood pressure and pushing his hair off his forehead. "Everything looks good. You can get changed and go to the desk down the hall to be discharged. I hope you have a great day, Lieutenant Bradshaw."

"That's it?" he asked, and you looked at him with confusion. "I'm not going to see you again?"

You shook your head. "Not unless you're injured or sick," you told him as you frowned a bit and glanced at his lips.

Bradley knew he wouldn't get anything else out of you at the moment. "You said you can't date a patient. But what about after I'm discharged? If I ask you out then, will you give me a real answer?"

You smirked at him. "I'm about to leave for my weekend off. If you really want to seek me out after that, sure, I'll give you a real answer. But I won't be surprised if I don't run into you again, Lieutenant Bradshaw."

"I'll see you in a few days," Bradley promised, and you turned to smile at him before you disappeared through the door into the busy hallway. 

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Three days later, it was Saturday, and Bradley was off. He had been trying to figure out when you would be working again, but every time he called the infirmary about your schedule, he was told he didn't have the clearances needed to collect that information. 

Maybe you didn't want to see him again, but if that was the case, he needed to hear you say it. He'd planned out three dates in his mind, and he was dying to take you on them. 

So he hoped for the best and showed up at the infirmary in his nicest jeans and a Hawaiian shirt with a bouquet of flowers. He rode the elevator to the floor his room had been on, and went to the nurses' station. You weren't there, but he found a sweet looking older nurse with Charlene on her name tag and asked her if you were working.

"Are you her boyfriend?" Charlene asked him, eyeing the flowers with a smile.

"That's the goal, ma'am." Bradley watched Charlene melt at his words.

"Her shift just ended, sweetie. She worked overnight, and I'm not sure if she's still here or not."

Bradley let his chin sink to his chest and sighed. Just as he was about to beg Charlene for the details of your schedule, he heard your voice.

"Bye, Charlene! Have a fantastic time at the- oh!" You came to a stop about ten feet away from him, and Bradley had been wrong. You were even more stunning than he remembered. "Lieutenant Bradshaw?" you asked cautiously, eyeing him and the flowers with a surprised look.

"Will you please call me Bradley now? I'm not your patient anymore," he pleaded, taking a step toward you. 

"Okay. Bradley. I'm a little surprised to see you here," you whispered as he took another step closer. 

He shook his head. "I told you I would see you in a few days."

You chewed on your lip. "I thought that was just the concussion talking. Are those for me?"

"Yeah," he said, closing the rest of the distance and handing the flowers to you. "Any chance you've been thinking about me at all?" he asked. 

You took the flowers and looked at him over the bouquet. "A little bit," you said with a grin. "You were kind of charming the other day."

Bradley smiled and just went for it. "Well I meant every word I said to you. I can't stop thinking about you. If you're not too tired, I'd love to take you out to breakfast. Or, shit, you just worked all night. So you must be exhausted. Um, we could do dinner one night? Or, anything really-"

He shut up as soon as you reached out and brushed his hair off of his forehead. "Breakfast would be nice."

"Yeah?" Bradley asked, all smiles. "Let's go."

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