Got One-Shots Book 2

Doctor's Appointment (Sandor Clegane x nurse!reader) Modern AU

Being a nurse, you came into contact with all sorts of people. People of all shapes, sizes, and illnesses or injuries. You thought you were prepared for anything. And then...he wandered into the clinic. He was a giant of a man, standing nearly seven feet tall and built like an ox. You could see muscles bulging under his shirt every single time he moved. He had scars on his face that would have scared the living daylights out of someone else. But no, you thought you were prepared for anything. So did he.

When Sandor walked into the office, he was determined that the doctor would let him go back to work. He couldn't stand not being able to work and he hated the thought of having to have a doctor, a stranger, clear him for duty. Still, he knew he needed to cooperate or he'd be stuck at home for even longer. He never expected to meet someone in the middle of the doctor's office...at least not someone who wasn't afraid of him.

People scattered as far away as they could when Sandor came in. Even the receptionist behind the desk looked like she mind faint at the sight of him. But then again, he was used to that. The scars on his face usually did that. What he wasn't used to was the nurse that approached him.

You came around the corner and called out his name. Sandor rose, preparing himself for the stares and all the questions you were going to ask about his scars. Instead, you surprised him. You only gaped for a second, and not even at his face. Your eyes scanned his entire body. You bit your lip for an instant. It was so quick that Sandor almost didn't catch it. Then, you smiled at him and ushered him back to the exam room.

Once he was seated, you cleared your throat. you flipped through his chart. "Okay, Mr. Clegane, says here you were injured in the line of duty? A bomb did some damage to your leg as well as your eardrums?" Sandor nodded and you made a quick note. "Alright. I'm just going to check your vitals and then get the doctor for you, alright?" Another nod. You smiled at him before checking his temperature and blood pressure.

Sandor jolted a little when your hands gently wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his arm. He hoped he could calm his heart before you started or else you'd think something was wrong with him. It wasn't that you made him nervous, except you kind of did. Most other nurses did their jobs effectively but quickly with Sandor so they could attend their less scary patients. Not you. You were gentle and took your time as best you could.

After you finished with his vitals, you jotted a couple notes down and closed his file. "Alright. I'll be back in a bit. Hopefully with the doctor. He's been a little swamped all day so he may still be running behind. I'll try to get you out of here as quickly as possible, alright?" Sandor just shrugged and you sighed before leaving the room.

As it turned out, the doctor was still busy with a patient and the other nurses had grabbed the rest of the patients already. So, you returned to the room where Sandor was. With a smile, you informed him that the doctor was still busy. "I hope my company will suffice for a little while. He arched a brow at you.

You cleared your throat and went through some basic questions, but soon ran out of those. "So what is it you do exactly that put you in way of a bomb?" Sandor frowned a little. "Police." Understanding crossed your features. "Ah, so I guess I should stop interrogating you then, huh?" Sandor rolled his eyes. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that joke, but you were so awkward about it, it was almost funny. He looked back at you and studied your face as you attempted to busy yourself with something to shake off the awkward vibe.

"Attractive little dove," he thought to himself. Well, he assumed he only thought it to himself. But the fact that you looked up at him just then with a wide-eyed expression told him otherwise. "T-Thank you," you muttered in response, meeting his eyes and Sandor felt himself blushing to the tips of his ears. The two of you were locked in that awkward, tense staring contest until the door opened and the doctor walked in.

You jumped and turned away. "Sorry about the wait, Mr. Clegane. Let's see here." The doctor looked over his chart while Sandor tried to meet your gaze again. He didn't care about the doctor as much as he did you. The doctor was only there to tell him whether or not it was safe to go back to work. You were something entirely different. You had busied yourself with something else and taking notes while the doctor spoke.

"Any more ringing in the ears?" Sandor shook his head and the doctor smiled. "Good. Dizziness, light-headedness, nausea?" Another shake. Sandor kept willing you to look at him again. "Does having Y/N in here make you uncomfortable, Mr. Clegane?" Sandor quickly turned his head to the doctor. "You keep staring over there."

"I can leave, if you'd like." Sandor shook his head vehemently. "No." He knew he'd said it a little too quickly when the doctor gave him a sly smile. "Alright then. Let's check out that leg shall we?" While the doctor busied himself with Sandor's leg, you and Sandor got into another staring contest.

Sandor was honestly done answering the doctor's questions. He wanted to get out of there. The way kept looking at him was very different than the way everyone else did. "Alright. I guess that's it. I think one more week off work and you should be good to go. See him out, would you Y/N and then you can clock out for the day." You smiled. The bonus of working for a doctor with his own practice. "Can do. Have a good evening, Doctor. If you'll follow me, Mr. Clegane, we'll get you all squared away."

You lead Sandor back toward the front desk. You entered what you needed to in his file and smiled up at him. "You are good to go. I hope to see you again soon," you stated and then mentally smacked yourself. "I mean, not that I want you to get hurt again or anything like that! I just mean, well, I...that is I-" Your co-worker barely stifled a giggle and you looked to her pleadingly, as if to say, "just put me out of my misery."

"I think what Y/N is trying to do is ask you out. Very poorly, by the way." You glared at Margaery, but she continued. "And I think you should go for it. Not every day you meet someone like Y/N." You face palmed at her. You wished the floor would just swallow you whole. Sandor hadn't said a word. He was looking at your mortified expression. He started to laugh a little and soon, his whole body shook with laughter.

"I can't say this has ever happened to me before," he started when he'd calmed down, "But I like your style." Margaery beamed as Sandor turned to you. "And I'd like to get to know ya, Y/N." You brought your hand away from your face and looked at him in surprise. "Really?" He nodded and you grinned. "Great! I mean, uh, that's great. Um, does Friday work for you?" Sandor agreed and turned to leave. He hadn't quite made it to the door when he heard Margaery say, "Stop ogling his butt, Y/N." You shushed her and Sandor had to stop himself from laughing again. This was definitely an interesting turn of events. Maybe his last week of leave wouldn't be so bad after all.