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The face smiles. It’s a man, Sirius sees, or someone who looks like a man, at least. He has tired hazel eyes, light brown skin, and some white, healed-over scars on his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose.
“I'm the lucky bastard assigned to take care of you.” He pauses, seems to realize that sarcasm maybe isn’t what Sirius needs right now. “Um. Your nurse.”
“Great.” Sirius sighs. “Give it to me straight. What’s the damage?”
“You broke your left arm, fractured two ribs, and got a slight concussion,” the nurse says. “It’s not great, but at least you’re not dead.”
“I meant my motorcycle.”
The nurse raises his eyebrows. “Oh. I mean, it’s probably out of commission. I’m not a motorcycle nurse, so… I wouldn’t really know.”
“Thanks,” Sirius grouses. Of course he’s been assigned the snarkiest nurse in the entire hospital.Alternatively, the meet-cute you never knew you needed.