Hey Jude (Jude Law x Reader) (2024)

(The gif’s not mine, all credits to the original owner)

Pairing: Jude Law x fem!reader

Word count: 1800

Warnings: mild swearing

Summary: When the reader gets injured during a morning jog, help comes from a rather unexpected source

Only two weeks were left to the London Marathon for which I’ve been preparing for nearly a year and I knew I was reaching my peak form, so my expectations were high. Running was present in my life for five years. I started right after I finished dieting that helped me lose 15 kilograms of weight. And now I was just about to do something really huge. I expected it to be my biggest achievement as a runner.

Despite the rain outside and an early hour I was getting ready for another training in my plan. It was supposed to be 25 kilometres, so I planned my route from my house in Westminster, along Thames’ bank, through London Bridge and back on the other side. Runs along Thames were my favourite, so I zipped my jacket, turned on the music and headed out. The rain was spiking my face in an unpleasant way and the sidewalk was slippery here and there. But I always said there are only two excuses for leaving the training undone: you died, or somebody murdered you. No exceptions.

Three quarters of my training were done, when my leg unexpectedly slipped and twisted with a crack that was audible through the earphones I was wearing. The pain and sudden loss of balance made me fall and additionally hit my knee really painfully. The pain in my ankle brought tears to my eyes but I still managed to see how it instantly started to swell. It’s not that bad, I cheered myself up in my thoughts and tried to get up. The pain that strike me was unbearable, like somebody pierced a hundred of incandescent needles into my ankle. A short cry of pain escaped my lips.

“Here, let me help you.” I heard a masculine voice from behind me. A voice that sounded somewhat familiar. The man approached me from the front and stretched out his arms to help me up. I hated being a damsel in distress, but also knew that I won’t get far without somebody’s help. I took the man’s hands and stood up on one leg. When I was already up, I took a look at my saviour’s face and the realization hit me like a train. Jude Law was the one to help me. My face started to burn from blushing, and it made me feel even more like an idiot.

“Thanks,” I said quietly, glueing my eyes to the ground. I tried standing on the injured leg, but the pain came back the moment it touched the ground.

“You really thought it would work?” Jude Law asked in an ironic tone. “The plan is – I help you crawl to the nearest bench and leave you there for a short while. I’ll go get my car and then take you to the hospital.”

I nodded in response and flung my arm around Jude’s shoulder. With Jude’s help I jumped on one leg to the nearest bench and sat. The seat was wet and cold from the rain, but I didn’t mind it at that moment.

“Stay here,” the man commanded. “And try not to anything stupid. I’ll be back in ten.”

I tried to think about what happened and how it happened, but the pain deafened my thoughts and made it impossible to focus. My ankle grew bigger and bigger, and the pulsating pain was there even when I kept the leg up. I was so angry with myself. How could I let this happen? How could I be so inattentive in such an important time? But it has already happened and couldn’t be undone. Everything I could do was to hope that the injury isn’t too serious. Jude Law soon came back and led me to his car.

“Wait!” I exclaimed before getting in. “My mother always told me not to get into a car with strangers.”

The man rolled his eyes. His beautiful green eyes. “Do I really need to introduce myself?”

“Well…technically…no,” I answered slowly.

“See? I should be the one concerned about getting into a car with you, miss,” Jude replied with a low chuckle.

“Oh yeah, right, I’m (y/n) (y/l/n) and you needn’t be afraid of me. In this state I wouldn’t be able to catch up with you anyway,” I introduced myself and tried my best to smile, but what showed up on my face was rather a grimace of pain.

“Now, that we have this stated, get in, we need to have you checked.”

I obeyed and the super-handsome Londoner closed the door behind me. I watched him as he smoothly and gracefully took his place behind the wheel. I admired his profile and took in his features. He definitely was a kind of man to die for, despite the fact that he was my father’s age.

“Stop staring, you’re distracting me,” Jude warned me in his sexy voice.

“Sorry,” I murmured and looked down at my hands. Jude pulled out from the parking space and the journey began. It was already the time when London was getting crowded and jammed by people heading to schools and work, so I expected the road to take quite some time. I thought it would be lame to just sit there in silence, so started a conversation. “Shouldn’t you be used to people watching you?” I asked, my eyes still not leaving my hands.

“Excuse me?” Jude sounded a bit startled by my question.

“Nevermind. Sorry. I didn’t want to bother you,” I excused myself.

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s just…” the man took a moment to think “it feels different when people watch me onscreen, it feels natural. But I get uncomfortable when somebody stares at me in real. Don’t you get this feeling too?”

“Actually no. I work as an academic teacher and I’m used to students staring at me during a lecture, so I guess I got used and it doesn’t bother me anymore. I stopped paying attention to it,” I explained.

“An academic teacher,” Jude replied appreciation, “you must be not much older than your students?”

“Mhm,” I hummed in an agreeing response.

“I also thought that you, brainiacs, prefer some intellectual workout to physical workout.”

“Most of us do,” I agreed, “but I’m the exception that proves the rule. I am…I was preparing for the marathon here in London.”

A content hum escaped the man’s lips. We spent rest of the journey in silence. Luckily it was just a short while. Jude Law parked his car right before the entrance to the hospital and I was ready to get out of the car, but he stopped me.

“Wait here,” he commanded once again and left. He came back soon with a wheelchair and helped me get onto it. He pushed me inside and headed towards the ER. A harsh nurse at the registration desk told me to fill in some papers and wait until somebody calls me.

“You don’t have to wait here with me. We can be stuck here for five minutes or five hours, it’s a lottery, and I’m sure you have plenty of better things to do.”

“It’s fine,” Jude assured me with a warm smile. “I’ll bring this matter to an end. Or maybe further…” I swear I saw Jude Law wink at me in that moment. And the thing he said…what exactly did he mean?

I didn’t have much time to think, since the doctor called my name way sooner than I expected. My saviour got up ready to push me into the doctor’s office, but the nurse’s voice made him stop in his tracks. “Are you married or related to her?” the nurse asked in the same unpleasant voice, not lifting her head from the documents she was filling in.

“No,” Jude replied truthfully.

“So you can’t come in.”

I turned back to the man who has helped me so much in my misery and gave him an apologizing look.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait here,” he assured me before the door to the doctor’s office closed behind me.

“A sprained ankle it is?” The doctor asked, reading my papers. “I need more information.”

“It happened during a run. My foot twisted inside with a loud crack and it started to swell almost immediately. It’s really big now. And when I try to put it on the ground, it explodes with stingy pain,” I explained.

“I will take you to an x-ray to check if there are no fractures.” The doctor took me to the room next door to have me x-rayed and then back to his office. My x-ray photo was already on his computer. He analysed it for a while before making a diagnosis. “Well…a small piece of bone broke off, but it’s nothing too serious, just really painful. There’s no need to stiffen the ankle. Medication and some rest will do.”

“I have a marathon to run in a fortnight, will I run it?”

“Forget it. A month is the least you need to rest.”

I felt tears well up in my eyes. A year of preparations for nothing, when I was just about to reach my goal. But there was no point in arguing. The pain was real, and I knew it wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

The doctor headed me the prescription and advised me how to take all of the medication. He also advised me to come back to the ER if my leg gets worse. Then he wished me all the best and a quick recovery and pushed my wheelchair out of his office. Jude nearly sprinted to me.

“What did the doctor say?” he asked, concern visible in his eyes.

“Rest and medication. Oh, and I can forget about the marathon this year, all preparations for nothing,” I explained. My heart aching as I spoke. “Will you be so kind and take me home or is it too much to ask of you?”

Jude kneeled in front of me and pulled me into a reassuring hug. When he pulled back, he gave me another one of his warm, hearty smiles. “Of course, I will take you home. But we will stop at some pharmacy first and get you all your drugs.” The man got up and moved behind my chair. “And later, if you allow me, I’d like to take care of you.”

His words surprised me. A famous, handsome, English actor paid some attention to me. This was a chance not to be wasted.

“You may take care of me, Mr. Law,” I agreed, “I like your offscreen side.”

Jude chuckled in response. “And when you get better, we’ll go for a run together. I won’t let you hurt yourself again.”

“I think I can agree to that,” I said with a giggle as we walked towards the exit.