Jimmy Hall x Reader - The Window Washer

Chapter 7 - Doctor Bose

(Trigger warning: Suic*de, N**se)

I walked to the elevator, and went up to the first floor.

As I was on the elevator, I thought for a second.

Okay, so he didn't suspect anything was wrong at first. Did Jimmy put something in his sandwich? Maybe poison? or---

I was pulled from my thoughts as the elevator came to a stop and opened.

Wow. That was quick.

I walked around through the lobby, hearing the sound of water running.

"Hello?"

I called out.

No answer, as usual.

I went closer to the sound of the water.

If I were to guess, it would probably be in the bathroom.

I stepped closer to the bathroom and looked through the doorway.

Nothing was happening.

Maybe Doctor Bose didn't cough something u--

I was yet again stopped by the lights flickering.

". . ."

*COUGH COUGH*

"AAAUUGGHH"

I heard the Doctor cough, and the lights stopped flickering to show the Doctor with a rag, over the sink.

His suit jacket was off, and it was just his tie and lanyard.

I ran up and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Dr. Bose! Are you alright?!"

He turned and looked at me with angry eyes.

"JIMMY!!"

He yelled into the doorway.

"What happened?"

He shoved the rag in his pocket and wiped his mouth.

"Jimmy put broken glass in my sandwich. I almost choked on it. I had underestimated Jimmy's illness. I realized I needed to step up his treatment, urgently."

I crossed my arms and sat in thought.

"Hey! I found a bottle of Diazepam in one of the rooms. What was it used for?"

He shifted and leaned against the sink.

"It can help with impulsive behavior. In some people."

I thought about the pairing and and said,

"So, when you said that you needed to step up Jimmy's treatment urgently, does that have something to do with the Diazepam?"

He nodded.

"It wasn't the ideal medication, but it was all I had"

The lights flickered again, and he disappeared.

I walked out of the bathroom, and went to the elevator.

I swear if I have to go to the second floor with that son of a bitch, I am going to lose it.

The second floor button lit up. 

Fucking. Great.

As I went up, I got anxious.

Lycra is not going to steal him, stop thinking about it. He doesn't even like her.

The elevator stopped and I walked out to follow the flickering lights.