#Devon pravesh

[angelsaxis]

The Resident is so fucking funny. It's about Conrad the resident but also nic the nurse and Devon the intern and Mina the other resident and Bell the chief of surgery and lane the chief of oncology. You don't even know who's an attending or resident until a minimum of four episodes in. Conrad was a raging racist and frat boy horny edge lord loser in episode one AND bell was racist too AND Conrad nearly fucking killed a patient ON PURPOSE and they just pretend it never happened.

[angelsvoice1love]

Unknown (pt 1)

Y/n: Really, Conrad? You asked, as he threw his energy drink on the man's car.

Conrad: Yes. He parked on a disabled parking, and he wasn't at all. So, this is what he gets.

Y/n: Well, if he's breaking the law...then I guess it's only fair. You replied, smiling at him.

After a while of running around, and treating patients a mother with a little girl came running in yelling and asking for help.

Since you are a 2nd year resident, you ran up to the mother and the daughter. You started listening to her breathing, it was slow and sounded steady. Suddenly, she started seizing. After you gave her a shot to stop the seizing, the girl was lying calm.

Y/n: Ma'am, does your daughter have a history of seizures?

Girls mom: N...no. Never.

Conrad: Mind telling me, what happened today?

Girls mom: She was...uh...she said she had a headache and she also had a fever. But I thought she was just getting a flu.

Conrad: Any other symptoms, that we should know about?

Girls mom: Yes...she...she said that she had a tummy ache too and uh...um...vomited twice.

Y/n: Your call Dr Hawkins. You said, looking over at him since he was assigned to your case.

Conrad: Run tests, MRI, X-ray, and Labs.

Nodding, you made notes of the tests that needed to be done, and got on it right away.

"Few hours later"

Y/n: CONRAD! you yelled, down the hallway, as you ran to him.

Slipping in the process, Conrad caught you in his arms preventing you from falling.

Conrad: Woah. Are you okay? He asked, as he pulled you up.

Y/n: Um...yeah. Thank you. You replied, as you swallowed. The...the test came in. Little Anita, has swelling on the brain as shown here on the MRI, X-ray shows that her chest is normal and her blood shows that she has a few divisionsies in her blood.

Conrad: Okay. I'll consult with the neurosurgeon, ask what he thinks we should do. In the mean time, I want you to give her some vitamin c, vitamin e and calcium. Also make sure she stays hydrated.

Y/n: Anything else?

Conrad: Let's just hear what Dr Cooper says before we do anything else.

Nodding, you turned around to leave, when you were stopped by Conrad speaking.

Conrad: Note, be careful on the floor, we wouldn't want you falling now would we?

Y/n: You'd be worth falling for. You said, which caused you and Conrad to laugh.

Conrad: That was a horrible pun.

Y/n: Sometimes, you just got to make one.

After a long shift, a little girl that was in the clear you could finally go home.

Once you got home you took a shower, washed your hair and once you were done you dried your hair and got dressed in your pj's.

There was a knock on the door which made you frown, then suddenly the door opened to reveal Conrad.

Y/n: Conrad? What are you doing here? You asked, as you grabbed the black silk robe next to you.

Conrad: This. He gave a simple answer as he kissed you.

Y/n: Conrad, what are we doing? You asked, as you placed your forehead on his, and your hands on his chest. What about Nic?

Conrad: Shh. Don't talk. He said, as he kissed you again.

Without hesitating, you kissed him back as he undid the robe making it fall open. With ease he brushed it off your shoulders, as his hands moved to your waist. Moving his hand up on your waist trying to remove your shirt, he asked you to jump and you did.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arms around his neck you giggled as he kissed your neck. Moving your hair to the other side, you you connected your lips as he laid you down gently.

Conrad removed his jacket, shirt and pants leaving him in his underwear.

Hovering over you Conrad, smiled as he kissed your nose and forehead before looking at your pj's.

Conrad: These are beautiful, fortunately I get to take this off. He said, causing you both to laugh.

He gently, pulled down the side of the strap kissing your shoulder then your collarbone. Conrad moved his hand to your leg, as he rubbed your leg.

He then kissed your neck, your hand moved to his hair, as you pulled his to your lips.

Y/n: No foreplay, Conrad.

Conrad: That eager I see. Alright then, no foreplay. He connected your lips as he moved to take off your clothes.

"Next morning"

Y/n: Morning. You said, shifting to your side as you looked at Conrad.

Conrad: Morning. He replied, laying on his stomach looking at you. You know, there's still some time before, we go to work.

Y/n: What are you getting at Conrad.

Conrad: You know what I mean. He smirked, as he attacked you with kisses.

After a while, Conrad fell beside you on his back and you both were breathing heavily as you both looked at the ceiling.

Conrad: That was fun.

Y/n: Yeah...fun. But...should that have happened? You asked, looking at him.

Conrad: What? Why are you asking that? He questioned, as he sat up.

Y/n: I...i don't know. You said, sitting up holding the covers to your chest. I just...im not sure what happened last night or this morning...i don't know the meaning behind it.

Conrad: I don't know either. All I know is I couldn't wait anymore to be with you. We can talk about this, work it out.

Y/n: How about dinner?

Conrad: Tonight, after shift?

Y/n: Takeout. It'll be better, since we'll both be tired.

Conrad: Deal. He said, as he kissed your cheek. Before I leave, you should know all 6 times were amazing. He Siad, making you blush crazy.

As Conrad, finished getting dressed you kept looking at him and smiling as he come by to give you another passion filled kiss before leaving.

It was official, you were involved in something with Conrad that you didn't even know how it will end up in the end of it all.

Question was, how would it end with everyone around at the hospital and anyone can find out.

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kit voss in every episode / 5x01

[kitxvoss]

189/365 Days of Kit Voss (kit voss encourages you to vote today if you haven't already!)

[mariesbee]

i watched @mien-s edit and HAD to draw something! its kinda wonky but i was going lowkey crazy looking for some conrad/devon content. ik the resident isnt a huge show but there's less than 50 fics on ao3 and no fanart of this ship. so here, have this

[moonylight28]

Dude, everything those two do is gay, like how are they not dating. And I’m here for it.

[mien-s]

if you love the resident and happen to ship conrad with devon then I found my people. If you could watch and support my edit I'll be sooo happy. not gonna lie I watch the series bc of the two also where t f are you people? the content for this show is so small we have to ship them okay OKAY.

they are so terrible being straight so I FIXED IT

note: head canon angst ship because I delulu

[purpledaisiesthings]

The Resident will be greatly missed.

This was one of the few remaining network shows I kept up with. I'm biased, but it's honestly one of the best medical dramas out there.

When it first aired, I remember thinking, "Wow, this is different." Then I kept watching, and I just fell in love with all these characters and their stories. Episode after episode I got sucked into these very relatable stories and medical cases of the week. Till today, the episode that still gets me every time is S02ep20 (episode title: If Not Now, When?). That episode was personal for me. That was when the show became more to me.

That's what the show is about at the heart. It's relatable, it's current but still very high stakes. I always rooted for Conrad to diagnose his patients on time before it was too late, and it hurt when he couldn't. which I appreciated because as much as this is a fictional show where we want everything to have a happy ending, these characters are human and there is only so much one can do. Whether it was an undiagnosed patient for Conrad, or a bad surgical outcome for the ever brilliant Dr. Austin AKA the Raptor, we got to see the human in these characters.

We got to see these characters grow and enter into different life stages. We saw the good, the bad, and the ugly. I will never stop giving credit to the character development of Bell. I would never have thought that this character whom I loathed so much in the beginning became one of my most loved. And even after some main characters left, they still found a way to balance the show without disrespecting anyone.

I truly love the show, and even though I'm sad it's ended, I'm even more grateful it ended on a good note for all of the characters and not on a cliffhanger. I would have loved that the show got a final season as opposed to a cancelation, but the characters got closure in the end. At least I'm not in some limbo thinking about how these characters' stories should end.

Our main couples, Kit/Bell, Billie/Conrad, and Leela/Devon, all got their end game. And even though there was nothing explicitly said, you can actually picture what their future would be like, both in their personal lives and their professional lives.

Even though most of us saw this cancelation coming, it doesn't negate feelings of sadness or disappointment. Whatever the case, I'm glad that the show had a good run. With six seasons, they also got to their 100 episode mark. Not many shows nowadays can boast of that.

So cheers to The Resident ❤️

[shipperqueen6]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @hippolotamus @dangerpronebuddie @daffi-990

"About what?" His little girl was quite inquisitive.

"I've always liked peaches. Now I'm wondering if I like eggplant too." Dev phrased it in a way that went over Gigi's head.

"It's okay to like more than one thing, Uncle Dev. At least that's what Daddy always tells me."

"Why thank you Miss Gigi."

"You're welcome." When Dev was truly ready Conrad would be here from him.

Np tagging: @honestlydarkprincess ,@monsterrae1 ,@spotsandsocks ,@ksbbb ,@kitweewoos ,@aromanticbuck , @loserdiaz and anyone else who wants to 🩵💙

[southasiansource]

I read your file, bro. Yale, then Harvard. Nineteen first authors. Step 1 score, 267. I got 280, by the way. Top of your class. Followed all the rules. And you think that puts you at an advantage. It doesn’t. It just means you have more to unlearn than the guys who weren’t paying attention.

THE RESIDENT (2018—) ⦿ 1x01 "Pilot" dir. Phillip Noyce

[windshield91]

Whatever happens, even if this whole place shut down we created something great here together and that will live on everyone who was part of it.

- Aj Austin

[dailyjaneleeves]

kit voss in every episode / 4x05

[kitxvoss]

Mom & Dad + parenting their hospital

[kookicat]

The Longest Night

He's flat on his back, a blanket haphazardly dragged over his body, when Devon finds him. One arm is curled over his chest, the other flung across the bed like he's reaching for something. Even in the dim light of the rarely used exam room, he's pasty, brow tense, even dozing. His hair is damp with sweat around his hairline, lips rough and chapped. The shadows under his eyes look like bruises. One socked foot flexes as he shifts, tugging at the blanket to cover a bit more of his body as a hard shiver passes through him. 

Devon thinks about backing out of the room, leaving the other man to the rest he so obviously needs, but he can't, so he crosses the room and shakes the blonde man's shoulder gently. 

"This better be an emergency," Conrad mutters, voice hoarse, without opening his eyes. A cough rattles through him, harsh enough to make Devon wince in sympathy. It makes Conrad curl up, one arm around his ribs until the spasm passes.   

"Gotta trauma heading in. Male, fell from a height. Ten minutes or so," Devon says and shakes the coffee he's holding. "Figured you might need this." He puts it down on the table next to the other man's head and backs off to lean in the doorway. "You should go home," he adds softly. "You look like hell." 

"Can't," Conrad says, shortly, and forces himself upright, the movement lacking any of his normal ease or grace. The lines between his eyebrows are cut deep, a sure sign he has a splitting headache. "This damn flu is wrecking the hospital. All the ER docs rang in sick." He rubs his forehead with one hand, pressing his fingers into his temple like he can dig the headache out of his skull. “There’s just me and you left standing,”

"I have some ibuprofen in my-" Devon offers, stopping short when Conrad waves a hand.

"Took some an hour ago," Conrad says and turns his head, sneezing hard enough to make his fingers clench on the blanket. He dumps the tissue into the bin by the bed. "I can take another dose of acetaminophen soon," he says and glances at his watch. "I'll manage." He takes a swig of the coffee, shooting Devon a grateful look, and shifts again, visibly gathering his energy before he stands and forces his shoes on. "Six hours until morning," he mutters and slips out of the door, with Devon close behind. 

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The patient transport team wheel the gurney out of the trauma bay and most of the staff head out with it, leaving Nic and Conrad alone in the messy space. 

"Nice catch," Nic says, and strips off her gloves. "

"Than-" Conrad starts, the word breaking off into a cough that feels like it's shattering his ribs. Vivid stars flare across his eyes and he tries to relax, not fight his body, but it makes everything hurt. Makes him want to curl up into a little ball and sleep until the ache stops. 

"Hey," Nic says, and warm hands land on his cheek and back, rubbing soothing circles as the cough eases. "Just breathe. Slow breaths." She nudges him backwards until his legs collide with the single stool in the exam bay and he sits heavily, leaning forward, chest heaving as he catches his breath. 

One hand braces his head, the other idly rubbing his aching ribs. "That fucking sucked," he mutters hoarsly. 

A full bottle of water lands in his lap, the chill soaking through his scrubs and making him shiver. "Sip that," Nic says, and he unscrews the cap with hands that are still shaking. 

Every bit of him aches, a nasty dull pain that he can't quite shake, even with the pills. He's freezing, suddenly, and mutely tugs Nic close by the hem of her scrub top. The shivers are enough to make him clench his teeth to stop them chattering and that makes his headache throb more. 

She comes willingly, pressing against him, one hand automatically combing through his hair in silent comfort, the other slipping a thermometer into his ear. It beeps, and she glances at the display, sighing unhappily. "Conrad…" 

"I know," he starts, and has to clear his throat before he can continue. "Can't do anything, there's no one to cover. It'd mean diverting and-" he shrugs, voice trailing off, because they both know the chaos that would cause. Another coughing fit hits him, and he wraps his arm around his ribs, leaning on Nic until it passes. Her warmth feels good, soothing and a pang of longing shoots through him. Wish we were both at home and in bed. 

"Come on," she says, and tugs his hair, gently. "You get a banana bag and some more meds while I try to find cover." 

She leads him to an empty bay in the ER- they've been lucky, so far, with mostly minor stuff that the interns and nurses can deal with. He follows silently, folding down onto the bed like his strings have been cut, leaning into her hand when she cups his cheek. 

"Stay," she says and flips a blanket over him. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes to hook you up." 

He smiles at her. "Thank you," he says, and blinks heavily, glancing at his watch. Four hours to go, he thinks with a grimace. It feels like a lifetime and he’s honestly not sure how he’s going to get through the remaining time, because he's running on fumes already. The thought of more coffee makes his stomach churn. He shifts, tugging the blanket higher, and leans back against the bed, not bothering to hold back a yawn. 

By the time she gets back, he's dozing, a pillow wadded under his head, the blanket pulled up to his shoulders. He's paler than earlier, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead.  

Devon arrives in the bay at the same time, exchanging worried looks with Nic. 

"How's he doing?" Devon asks. "Discharged that patient with a splint and a follow up for next week." 

"Lousy," Conrad admits, one eyebrow lifting, "Did you find anyone?" It's a quiet but sincere plea, and a testament to just how rough he's really feeling. 

"Dr. Emory is coming in, but it'll take her an hour to get here," Devon says, and Conrad nods tiredly, one hand lifting to rub his forehead. 

Nic takes his other arm, thumb rubbing his wrist as she picks her spot. "Small scratch," she says as she inserts the IV, taping it down with a new batch of dressings. 

"You're good at that," he mummers, as she attaches the bag. He glances at his arm, huffing a careful laugh. "Chickens, really?" he asks. 

"The rep left them with me and we all know how you feel about chickens," she says and fishes in her pocket for the pills there. "Acetaminophen for your fever, Dextromethorphan for that cough." 

He takes the tablets and swallows them without any objection. "Give me ten minut-" he starts and both Nic and Devon shake their heads at him. 

"Stay right where you are. I have everything under control," Devon says, and pats Conrad on the shin. "Anything super major and I'll come get Nic," he adds, and ducks out of the bay, closing the curtain behind him. 

Conrad frowns at Devon's retreating back, but knows he's passed the point of being able to push through the illness. He can't remember ever being so exhausted before, and even the pressure of his clothes against his skin is uncomfortable. He shifts, trying to toe his shoes off, but they're laced tight and he slumps back in frustration. 

Nic pats his shin and unties his right shoe, easing it off his foot. The left one swiftly follows and she tweaks his toe before she flips the blanket back over his legs. "You should have stayed home," Nic says, and sits down next to him. 

"It wasn't this bad, earlier," Conrad objects, voice rough. "And then…" he starts, breaking off when the cough hits him again. 

"And then every other ER doc calls off sick and you've been running around like a crazy thing all shift," Nic says, one hand dropping to his pulse point in his wrist while the other rubs soothing circles on his back until the coughing fit passes. 

His pulse pounds against her fingers, and she frowns, glad when it starts to settle. "It's from the cough," he says, eyes dropping to her fingers, lip quirking in quiet amusement. 

"Can't blame a girl for worrying." She nudges him, gently, with her elbow, fussing with the blanket. "You're still a little warm." 

He blinks, heavily, shifting so he's pressed against her from shoulder to hip. "Take more than a cold to see me off," he mummers, voice soft with sleep. 

She sighs in exasperation. "You have the flu, Conrad!"

"Uh huh," he says, eyes closed, lashes dark against his skin. "Love you too." 

Her eyes sting, suddenly, and she closes them, holding the tears back, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "Love you more," she whispers, and his lips curve into a smile. 

[imaginingyourfandom]

dating devon pravesh would include

Brining him food on his shifts

Helping him study for his exams

Massages after a long day

Holding him when he losses a patient

Taking turns to make breakfast in the morning

Him being very overprotective of you

Teasing him constantly

Getting along with his parents, but there were a bit reluctant in the beginning

Refusing to tell him when you’re sick

Both of you loving to cuddle, especially after a hard day

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