Adam Burish

                                    

                                          
adam is the one in the san jose jersey :)
                          
requested by bursgirl37 
                          
OMG I UPDATED... A MIRACLE. IDK why I was in such a writers block but I was mad and depressed today and I suddenly had inspiration to write this... I hope you like this, even tho you probably don't ride horses, sorry, I was listening to country music. 
— sam x
                          
Italics are a flashback. Or the characters thoughts, you'll figure it out... hopefully.
                          
Something cute. That was the request for tonight's story. Patrick was sitting in your lap, on the rocking chair in the corner, Maureen and Nicole were in their respectable beds in the pink room. 
                          
"But it has to be cool though, tell us something cool about dad." That was Patrick's request. 
                          
"You wanna know something cute but cool about how your daddy and I met?" You asked the kids, "Well you know how I grew up riding horses right?"
                          
You woke up and it was foggy but bright, you could feel all the bumps in the road and hear the sirens screeching loudly. The paramedic next to you noticed you were conscious and started asking you questions, "Y/N, do you know what day it is? Or do you know where you are?" 
                          
"Why are we going to the hospital? Who is hurt? Is my dad okay?" Your teenage brain suddenly clicked and the fog cleared up in your eyes. Something said 'oh this guy is cute' but another part said 'what the fuck is going on'. 
                          
While you were trying to get answers, you tried to sit up and your eye sight was replaced with black dots and your stomach churned. "Woah, you have a concussion, you're not allowed to move just yet. I should've strapped you down when we got you in but I felt bad." 
                          
Once you sit back, he straps the belt in an X across you chest, and now you're not allowed to move. You couldn't keep your head up, it was lolling from side to side and the bright lights in the cab were now making you head hurt. You guessed that the adrenaline wore off and now you were more aware of everything going on. 
                          
It was dark out, making you wonder how long you were out. The hospital's yellow lights gave it a false warm look, but the look that the paramedics gave you as they wheeled you towards the door made you feel like you were going to die. Even though a concussion is a simple injury. 
                          
"Equestrian accident, horse was spooked and gave her a good kick, several times. I gave you all the run down on the way here, but she's young, almost 17, her brother found her an hour ago on a cliff, and we don't know how long she's been out." 
                          
Then one of the nurses went on to say that there were no rooms available and that they would have to park you next to another guy.
                          
"Holy shit man, she has it worse than me." A voice says, you couldn't see who it was because you were lying down, but when the paramedic offered to sit you up, you couldn't say no.
                          
"Oh no, I definitely have it better." You smirked at the curly haired boy with a busted hand. You gestured to his pot bellied care taker and to your young and definitely good looking care taker. "I have the hot one." You had no control of what you were saying but you didn't take it back when the paramedic was laughing off his blush. 
                          
"My name is Adam." 
                          
"Y/N"
                          
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A couple days after the meeting -that night you had surgery to reset a small fracture in your wrist- you were finally being released tomorrow. The nurses were finally letting you wheel yourself around the hallways.
                          
Your concussion was fading, watching TV still hurt, and walking still made you a tad dizzy. It was hard wheeling yourself around because your cast went up last your elbow. You were taking a break in front of a vending machine when a group of boys came out of a room in suits and ties, yelling something about the Chicago Blackhawks and how they drafted someone major this week. 
                          
"See ya' later Bursie!" 
                          
"Leave, now before the nurses start to hate me." Adam, the boy you met the night you were brought in, was ushering them outside of the door. "You're always yelling when you come to visit."
                          
Once they were down the hall and Adam stopped staring at their backs, his eyes met yours.  A slow smile crept on his face, and before the nurse could say anything to him, he grabbed the handles of my wheelchair and pulled me into his room. 
                          
"Hey!-"  You exclaimed but his room door was slammed behind you as he parked you next to his bed. "Why are you doing this?" 
                          
"I need someone to hangout with that isn't loud. And you are the perfect example of that." He practically threw himself on his bed. "Look, our casts match."
                          
You both chose black on black, and they are both on your left hands, going all the way up past your elbow by a couple inches. "Yeah, I guess they do. Does it bother you as much as it bothers me that we can't straighten out out arms? They're stuck like this for another three weeks."
                          
"I can't talk to you sitting down there, come sit up here." When you don't make a move to sit on the bed, "Your legs are not broken too, are they?" He made the move to look down at your pajama pants, only to not see a cast.
                          
"I can't stand up and walk around, I'll get really dizzy, and probably pass out." You explained, keeping yourself planted, putting your hands inside the hoodie you were wearing. 
                          
"Come on." He waved his hands out at you, "Wrap your arms around my shoulders, come on. I'm going to help you."
                          
He bent down to your level and you did what he told you. Slowly, he lifted you out of the wheel chair, and made sure that I was fine before we made the walk to his bed. 
                          
"Your dad was so sweet, when I was hurt, I found it cute that he was so careful with me. We talked for hours that day, and when we left he hospital, we were best friends." You told Patrick, the only one that was left awake after the story was over. 
                          
"Do you think I'll meet someone like you, mom? Will she be my best friend?" He asked, barely being able to keep his eyes open. 
                          
"Of course, bubba, but no one will be able to beat your mom. I won that lottery." Adam said from the doorway, smiling softly at the two of you. He picked Patrick up off your lap, and gave you a kiss on your forehead. "Let's take you to bed, yeah?"