#like yes she's a pediatric surgeon and he's a kid who needs surgery but she's also in denver

[shion-yu]

Day 26: Cardiac Arrest

Another story surrounding Shu’s near death experience. 2,604 words, TW for severe domestic abuse, hospital setting. @sicktember

They said Shu’s heart had stopped while he was in surgery. Alex didn't quite know what that meant, because he always thought when someone’s heart stopped they were dead. Sure he knew CPR existed, but being told his adoptive father’s heart had stopped beating in surgery - that a machine was still responsible for keeping him breathing - felt so serious. “But... He's still alive?” He had clarified in confusion.

“Yes. We were able to get him back,” the surgeon explained to him. “However there was a lack of oxygen to his brain for several minutes. Between that and the brain injury, we’ll have to wait for him to wake up to see if there is any lasting damage.”

Alex’s hands were balled in fists at his side, shaking. “Can I see him?” 

“He’s in recovery now,” came the reply, “We’ll come get you as soon as we can move him back to the floor though.” 

“Thank you,” Alex said faintly, but the surgeon was already gone. Alex was left alone in the hallway, surrounded only by strangers who didn’t know Shu or him. Alex wondered if they were also having the worst day of their life - or maybe second worst. 

Alex had not felt this alone since he had been twelve. He remembered waking up in the hospital after the explosion and asking for his mom. He never forgot the look on the nurse’s face as she hurried away, pity in her eyes as she went to fetch the police woman and child life specialist who told him then that both his mom and his dad were dead. The neighbor who always used to babysit him was dead too, as was her pet cat that Alex loved. In the blink of an eye, everything was gone.

That's when he met Shu. Apparently Shu was his second cousin, maybe third. Whoever he was, Alex had never heard of him before. He just knew he didn't want to go home with anyone who wasn't his mom or dad and only glared at Shu when he showed up at the hospital. 

He didn't think Shu would stick around, but he did. He visited every day, even when Alex was withdrawing from the methamphetamines that had seeped into his system by way of his parents’ recreational activities, despite never having purposely exposed himself to anything but cigarettes. He continued to visit while Alex spent a week on the pediatric psych ward, making Alex one of the only kids there who actually had someone there waiting to see him every evening. Alex was so angry - at everyone and everything - that he hadn’t appreciated it at all back then. Shu’s stupid face appearing every day represented all of the loss he was suddenly faced with. Alex screamed at him, hit him, and told him some really horrible things. And yet, Shu never went away. Every day he simply took Alex’s anger, told him goodnight, and said, “I’ll be back tomorrow.” And he always was. 

They hadn’t really been apart for more than his sleepovers at Ryo’s house since Alex had moved into Shu’s house. Alex didn’t like to go far from the things he’d slowly grown to find comfortable, nor did he have a reason to. Between Shu, Ryo, and Fulu, Alex had what he needed in life. A family. People who he trusted to stand up for him, even if he didn’t like to think he ever needed any help. People who managed to make him smile and feel things after the long, waking nightmare that was the months following his parents’ deaths.

But now this reality was crumbling, too, and Alex didn’t know if he’d be able to survive losing it all again.

He blamed himself, to a certain extent. He and Shu had fought plenty over the years, but they had always been able to work it out. This time it seemed like such a different, difficult topic. There was no simply apologizing and getting over it, because Julian was still there and Alex was still at Ryo’s. They were both hurt, but Alex had never expected Shu’s reluctance to leave Julian was so much more than just an unhealthy attachment. He hadn’t known Shu was scared to leave, and that hit him the hardest. He felt like he should have figured it out when Shu had started hiding things from him.

It was true that in the beginning, Shu had asked him if it was alright to accept an offer for a date from one of his clients. Of course Alex had said sure, whatever, he didn’t care. In all the years Alex had lived with him, Shu had never gone out with anyone. Alex didn’t even know what kind of person Shu would even date. But it didn’t seem like a big deal. Alex would be going to college next year - he was going to move out, hopefully into an off-campus apartment with Ryo, and that stress of this impending change had seemed to rock Shu more than Alex felt was fair. He wasn’t going to stay a kid forever, no matter how much Shu had become his real father. So he even thought maybe it was good for Shu to get out there and find someone else to focus on.

The problem was, Julian didn’t care about Shu. Not in the right way, anyways. Alex had thought it was just obsession - that Shu was way too into his new boyfriend, and it made Alex feel jealous. It all made sense now: the hiding his texts, how Shu would scurry out of the room to take phone calls, and why he would miss dinner together because he was out with Julian. Why the time Alex had walked in on Shu changing his shirt, Shu had become so defensive about Alex knocking when he never had before. 

But hindsight was 20/20, and Alex just felt like he’d been replaced. He’d seen the texts Julian had sent Shu, telling him to come over and Shu agreeing, even though he and Alex had been watching a movie together. But more than that, texts where Julian berated Shu for choosing to stay home with his selfish teenage son. Most infuriating, the texts where Julian was angry because Shu had turned his location off for just a few hours. And Shu, despite Alex thinking Shu was a strong person, just apologized profusely for doing wrong. It was so pathetic, so weak. They argued hard, and when Alex finally worked up the nerve to ask Shu to break up with Julian and Shu said no, it damaged something inside of Alex. It felt like a blow to the intense trust they’d built up over years and years. And so, he ran away.

Ran away was a strong term. Alex was seventeen, and it wasn’t like he didn’t drop by to grab his stuff every so often. Shu knew exactly where he was and that he was safe. But for a few weeks, Alex refused to talk to Shu. He slept at Ryo’s house and didn’t answer Shu’s many, many phone calls. It stung too much. Ryo told him he should try and talk to Shu, but Alex thought they’d talked enough. If Shu wanted to choose someone over him, so be it. That was his choice.

“He loves you more than anyone,” Ryo said one night, holding Alex in bed. “There has to be more. If you just talk to him-“

“He made it clear that Julian’s more important to him,” Alex interrupted him. He pulled away from Ryo and faced the wall, the anger and hurt inside of him boiling. “I’m done talking.”

Alex wished he hadn’t been so hard headed now. Maybe if they’d talked about it, Shu would have admitted why he let Julian walk all over him. But Alex doubted it - after all, Shu had only admitted it in the end because Alex had seen the proof.

He’d come home to grab some more things and Shu had begged him to come home. It made Alex so angry, he pushed Shu away from him. It had been years since he’d been physical with Shu, but Shu had been crying, telling Alex he was sorry over and over again and that he wouldn’t let Julian get in the way anymore. Yet when Alex said, “So you’re leaving him?” Shu hadn’t been able to answer no. He tried to touch Alex and Alex snapped, shouting, “Don’t fucking touch me!”

Shu crouched after being pushed, guarding his abdomen and clearly in pain. Alex knew he hadn’t pushed Shu that hard, and suddenly things clicked. He grabbed Shu’s shirt and pulled it up to reveal a huge, blossoming bruise. And it wasn’t just one, either. Suddenly all of those little accidents Shu had been having over the last few months made sense. Alex saw red.

“Tell me who did it,” Alex said. “It was Julian, wasn’t it?” 

“Alex, please. He - he’s not that bad. It’s my fault,” Shu said, and those words just filled Alex with more rage. He didn’t want to believe Shu was this weak - and he wanted to kill Julian. He should’ve killed him, Alex thought now, instead of letting Shu go in by himself to break up once and for all. He was stupid not to think there wouldn’t be consequences. When he’d given Shu an ultimatum - him or Julian - Shu had chosen Alex. But in the midst of such intense emotions, Alex hadn’t considered what Julian was really capable of. 

He couldn’t stop feeling Shu’s blood on his hands, hot and sticky, no matter how many times he scrubbed them in the bathroom. Alex sat on a chair in the waiting room, staring at them, shaking. He had to tell Fulu. He needed Ryo. But he couldn’t bring himself to call either of them. They’d blame him, he thought, and he’d deserve it.

Eventually he texted Ryo to just come to the hospital with no other explanation. Of course, Ryo tried to get more out of him, but Alex didn’t answer. Ryo got there within fifteen minutes, and as soon as Alex saw him he crumbled into Ryo’s arms.

“That bastard almost killed him,” he said, angry tears wetting Ryo’s shoulder. “He did. They said they had to shock him a bunch of times. I’m so stupid.” 

Ryo led Alex to a quiet corner and sat him down, holding Alex’s hands to prevent him from scratching his arms anxiously. “It’s not your fault,” he said gently.

“You don’t know that,” Alex said.

“I do,” Ryo said. “And now we’re going to be there for him.”

A nurse came and got Alex then, stating Shu was out of recovery and in the ICU. Alex could come see him, if he was ready. Alex didn’t feel ready, but he held onto Ryo’s hand and followed her upstairs.

He couldn’t recognize Shu in bed. Rather, he didn’t want to recognize him. His dad looked so tiny, engulfed by machines that were keeping his heart and lungs pumping. He had several IVs running god knew what through his veins, a tube down his throat, and huge metal cage around his leg. Worst of all was his face though. Even with bandages, the bruises and cuts Julian had caused while beating Shu were visible. Alex felt sick. Only Ryo’s hand on his back kept him from running.

“You can touch him,” the nurse said gently. “You just have to be careful.”

But Alex didn’t want to touch Shu. He was too scared to. Not only did Shu look already broken, but he felt guilty even standing here, intact. He sat on the vinyl couch against the wall and said nothing. Ryo was the one who ended up calling Fulu. It was the only time Alex had ever seen her cry, which just made things harder. 

She hugged Alex after a while, looking more like herself after she had wiped away her tears. “At least you’re okay,” she whispered to him.

“I’m sorry,” Alex said, his voice breaking.

She pulled back and looked at him very seriously, her small hands on his shoulders. “No. Not your fault,” she said, as if she knew it was the only thing Alex could have needed to hear from her. 

They took turns waiting for Shu to wake up. It was three days before Shu responded at all, his fingers twitching when Alex finally held his hand. Another day before his eyes opened and the doctor examined his blown pupil and shook his head, telling them Shu would probably never see out of his right eye again. The police talked to Alex a lot, and he thought any time he’d end up locked up for what he’d done to Julian. Despite hours of questioning, it never happened. Apparently it was obvious enough that Alex had acted defensively on behalf of Shu. Maybe he went too far, they said, and Julian could press charges for battery, but it wasn’t comparable to what he’d done first. Alex wondered if Shu hadn’t woken up in time to stop him, if he really would have killed Julian. Even in defense, he didn’t think that would have been a total get out of jail free card.

Shu spent most of that first week too sedated to know what was going on. Alex felt relieved by that, knowing Shu could at least rest for a while before the pain of what had happened - both physical and the trauma of it - would inevitably hit him. The night before he was extubated, Alex fell asleep with his head on the side of Shu’s bed. He woke up to Shu’s hand resting on his back. Just like when Shu finally squeezed his hand, that one movement made Alex feel like things were just one small step closer to normal.

Things moved faster after Shu was able to breathe on his own again. He was having trouble speaking, and his memory of what had happened was scattered at best. But he was still him, and that was what mattered. He was more concerned with Alex’s small row of stitches above his eye than someone in his position had any right to be, and that made Alex laugh for the first time since before it had all happened. “I’m fine. It’s nearly healed,” he told Shu. 

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Shu asked him. “You promised me you weren’t skipping classes.”

“I’ve been a little busy here,” Alex said incredulously, but he went back to school the next day. He was still staying at Ryo’s house. Every day they would go straight from classes to the hospital, visit Shu for a while, then head back to the house to do homework. Shu was making progress, slowly but surely. Some days he seemed more confused than others, but for the most part it was an upward trajectory and for that, Alex was relieved. Fulu and Mathias were taking care of the legal matters with a lawyer.

“When can I go home?” Shu started asking. Apparently he had to go to rehab first, but Alex knew he meant their home. 

“Soon,” Alex told him. “We’re going home soon.”

Shu’s eyes flashed with recognition. “You too?”

“Yeah,” Alex said. He wanted it as much as Shu did. To just be the two of them again, in the place they called home. Maybe things would never be quite the same again, and Alex would still graduate and move out in a few months. But he knew for a fact that nothing like this would happen again, he’d make sure of it.

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adding a little more to this one :)

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When he leaves the room, it’s to trek immediately over to the charge nurse so she can let the attending physician know their patient is awake. He talks to her in hushed tones, keeping what he can on the down-low. But Mansherry has always been considerate and conscientious in what she learns about people under their care, so Sabo knows oversharing with her won’t be an issue. Bonney would never find out.

“Since she’s awake, there’s two young men that need to speak to her.” Mansherry gestures with her pen to the policeman lounging on hard seats out of the way of staff bustling around the room. “Would you like to introduce yourself, or should I inform them?”

He swallows thick. “No, I’ll take care of it.”

“Alright.” She moves back to start typing something into her computer. “I’ll see who’s free to check on her. Her surgeon is still in the operating room with another patient.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and then he stands to full height. He leaves his clipboard with her for safekeeping and makes his way over to the officers.

“Evening.” He does his best to smile, hand extended. “My name is Sabo. I’ve been told you’re here after a patient of mine?”

He pulls back after they both shake his hand, waiting until they stand up to move back one polite step. 

“The young girl,” one of the officers confirms. “We just have to follow-up on a report to make sure there’s no legal trouble. She’s awake now?”

Sabo nods, barely able to do so before the other one speaks up.

“Did she tell you anything? Kids like her are more likely to trust you and your kind than people like us.”

That wording rubs Sabo the wrong way. He gives himself a moment to answer so he doesn’t sound so irritated. Better not snap a response at someone just doing their job. “She told me the extent of what happened, yes.”

“And?”

And what? “I’m not at liberty to say,” he answers as politely as he can manage.

The first officer speaks up again, now frowning at Sabo’s response. “Privacy laws don’t apply for minors if their safety is in jeopardy–”

“Or if a crime has been committed,” the second officer mutters.

Sabo pastes a smile onto his face. “Neither of those is a concern. If you’d like to talk with her directly, I can bring you to her room.”

As if sensing they won’t get anything else out of him, both of them agree to this without further question. Sabo shows them to Bonney’s room and then cuts back across the floor to Mansherry. “I need to borrow the landline.”

“No, you don’t.” She looks up from her typing and gestures to the clipboard he’d left behind. “I already called her parents. Luckily it wasn’t that hard to find a phone number. Did you know her mom is employed here in the hospital? She’s a nurse tech in the pediatric ward.”

“I didn’t.” He sighs, hand to his forehead. “What did you tell them?”

“Relax. I told them exactly what you were planning to. Their daughter was in an accident and was admitted for emergency surgery, and is now stable with pending discharge. Dr. Water-Trafalgar is going to take a look at her and come to a decision. The other Trafalgar is still in surgery.”

“Alright.” That was fine, then. “Did they say how long it would take them to get here?”

“No, but I’ll page you when I hear from the front desk.” She hands him back his papers. “The doctor will want that. I imagine she’ll also want you to fetch Bonney’s parents, but you can ask to be the one to do so if necessary. I’ll hold off on sending for them until I hear otherwise.” She perks up, looking past Sabo. “You should go check on her again.”

He looks over his shoulder to see both officers shuffling out from behind the curtain. Both of them look more frustrated than they’d been when talking to Sabo. He heeds Mansherry’s advice, giving the two a wide berth on his way back to Bonney.

When he pulls the curtain to the side, Bonney flinches. Her eyes grow wide when she sees it’s him. 

“Sabo, stay with me,” she whines. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

“I’m sorry.” He hurries closer, eyeing her near-empty morphine drip and half-empty saline bag. “Were they mean to you?”

“No, no. But I didn’t tell them anything. Just like you said I could, right?”

“Right,” he assures her. He’s near enough that she can bunch her hands into his scrubs and drag him closer. She sits up on her legs, maneuvering until her head is pressed to his middle, arms circling his waist. 

He raises his hands, not knowing what to do in this situation. “Do you . . . Are you in pain?” he tries.

“No,” she whimpers.

“Okay.” He puts the clipboard to the side and settles both hands on either of her shoulders. “It’s okay now.” He pats her, twice, in what he hopes is a consoling gesture. He’s trying so hard to remain professional. He’s really out of his depth here. “Your parents are on their way.”

At this, she leans back, wide violet eyes looking up at him. “You talked to them?”

“Not personally, but I will before they come back here to see you. Do I need to say anything to them for you? They’ve already been informed you were in an accident.”

“Bet that doesn’t make them worry less,” Bonney mumbles, finally pulling back entirely. She sighs and moves to collapse against the pillows. “Ow,” she groans, raising her right hand. “This hurts.”

That’s probably the point of pain she should be feeling the least about now, which is telling. “We’re trying to get you discharged soon, so there’s no point in doing another dose of morphine. You’ll have to wait until your saline drip is done anyway.” He looks around the small space and smiles victoriously when he finds a measurement cup he’d previously overlooked. “If you’re feeling up to it, I have a pain pill here you can take.” He picks up the small cup, glancing down in it to make sure it’s nothing strong or with codeine that might indicate it’s for when she’s released. “How’s your throat?”

“Sore, but I can swallow.” She reaches a hand out. “Gimme.”

Sabo obliges, handing her her water as well. Bonney starts hacking when she sips too fast from her straw, but she recovers without any intervention. She does wince at her harsh breathing, all the movement probably pulling at her side. Sabo is a bit curious to see what the state of her dressing is, but he tries to temper this, knowing he’ll probably be ushered out of the room when it’s time to check.

He takes the water and empty cup and sets them to the side to let Bonney lie back again. 

“My friend has my phone,” she says suddenly, gazing up at the ceiling. “I left it in the car.”

“For you sake, I hope he did too.” Sabo shrugs when she glances at him questioningly. “I bet it’s rung more than once from people concerned about you. If it’s not on him, or somewhere he can’t hear, it’ll save him some guilt.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” She sighs again, though she’s smiling now. “I think you’re the most logical person I’ve ever met, Mr. Sabo.”

“What an honor,” he mutters amusedly. “But you can drop the ‘mister’, please.”

“What are you in school for?” she asks, attention (and bright, vibrant eyes) back on him. “You said earlier that you’re almost done, right?”

“Almost,” he agrees. “I want to be a trauma surgeon one day.”

“Oh yeah?” She perks up, lifting her head up off the pillows. “Did you help with mine?”

He laughs. “I didn’t directly, but I was in the operating room. I’ll have to be in residency to assist with a surgery like yours was.”

“What’s that? Rese-somethin’.”

“Residency? Hm.” He closes his eyes briefly, trying to recall what Ace had phrased it as once. “It’s . . more specialized medical training you go through after med school. You have to have so many years of practice depending on what medical field you go into before you can take an exam to be licensed.”

“Huuuh. How many years for surgery?”

He raises his hand, fingers spread. “Five, at minimum. If it’s a specific type of surgery, then it’s more.”

Bonney looks him up and down, then frowns. “That’s so long! You’ll be an old man before you’re a doctor for real!”

Sabo blinks, caught off-guard, then turns on his heel to muffle a laugh into his palm. He hasn’t heard something so absurd in a long time. He recovers enough to respond. “Not true! I’ll be practicing before I’m thirty. That’s not old!”

Bonney looks at him funny, then sticks her tongue out. “My mom is thirty. She’s definitely old.”

Sabo almost gets whiplash from this information. He does his best to remain composed. Bonney keeps talking but he’s not really listening, trying to dissect this fact with everything else he knows. Her mom works in pediatrics. Her biological mother? Did she really have Bonney when she was fift–

“Oh, perfect, you seem pretty chipper for someone who’s just had surgery.”

Sabo snaps from his thoughts as the curtain swings open behind him. Bonney stops talking too, snapping her jaw shut so hard she cringes. She looks from Sabo to the woman who’s just stepped in, both hands in either pocket of her white coat.

Dr. Water-Trafalgar turns to the wall and her smile fades at the sight of the empty bin where Bonney’s charts should be. Ah shit.

Sabo scrambles to grab the clipboard from the side table. He takes out a pen to jot down when he’d given Bonney the aspirin, but he’s only barely got the time written without any context when it’s taken from his hands.

“Thank you!” The doctor chirps with a bright smile. 

“Of course,” Sabo stammers, trying not to grimace. He can’t tell if she’s annoyed at being inconvenienced and is covering it well, or if she’s actually nonchalant like this. He doesn’t usually interact with the Mrs. Trafalgar, more often getting her husband’s rotations instead.

He observes as she scans the file, eyes roving the page swiftly. Before she can turn to the next page, she hums and reaches up to fish a bright-colored wrapper out from under the clip.

She moves to Bonney’s cot and from behind, Sabo can see one piece of her hair has fallen loose from her ballerina bun, hanging down just below her neck. Surely it’s not on purpose, but he doesn’t want to point it out in case it is. But surely it’s not–

“Here you go!” she says, dropping the candy into Bonney’s hand. “Looks like someone forgot to hand that off.”

“Oh wow, thanks!” Bonney pops the hard candy into her mouth immediately. 

“Mhmm.” She glances over the rest of the sheets and then hangs the clipboard on the wall where it’s supposed to be. “Okay Ms. Bonney, here’s my plan. Since you’re about done with that morphine, I’m going to get you a bottle of some good pain medicine to take home with you. I’ll write it for one refill if you decide you need more. You seem to be in good health, and there weren’t any complications from your operation, so after I change your dressing you’ll be good to go home.”

Bonney nods, still sucking on her candy, but she does throw out a thumbs-up with this doesn’t seem to be sufficient enough for the doctor.

“Works for me!” She turns to Sabo next. “The stitches shouldn’t need changing, so I can fix her up and remain sterile by myself. Will you grab Otohime and give her this?” She fishes out a script from her pocket. “I told her to bottle a set dose of Tramadol already, so this will just be confirmation. If you come back quick enough, you can be my second set of hands.” She winks.

“Absolutely,” Sabo answers, tucking the script in his palm. “I’ll be back shortly.”

Before he leaves, Bonney hums in displeasure from behind. “Hurry back,” she mutters, pointedly not looking at him when he glances over his shoulder.

Dr. Water-Trafalgar giggles at the pair, then waves him off. Sabo leaves without saying anything else.

xx preview :)

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Her hand slowly falls from his chest once her breathing has returned to normal. “My parents–”

“Are probably worried,” Sabo finishes, not letting her close that train of thought with what she’d asked previously. “We should call them, hm? Let them know where you are.”

She looks away, biting her lip to betray her nerves, and Sabo tries something else.

“You don’t have to talk to them just yet. We can pretend you’re still asleep, if you’d like. That way they get updated and you go home faster.”

She takes the words in and does another cursory look around the room. Then she points to herself. “Who else was in here when I woke up?”

He smiles. “Just me.”

“Then.” She swallows. “Can we pretend I’m still asleep for everyone out there?” She points to the curtain. “Just for a little bit longer?”

Smart girl. If she’s still unconscious, then they still have no one to contact. His smile widens. “Tell you what. If you give me your name, I’ll keep your secret for another hour. Then we’ll call your parents together. Deal?”

“Yeah, okay.” She nods slowly. “It’s Bonney. Bartholomew Bonney.”

“Spell it,” Sabo says, and quickly pens it out on her forms as she does so. “Perfect. Let me check a few more things, Bonney, then I’ll let you get some more rest.”

“Do you have water?” she asks. “My throat is all scratchy.”

That makes sense, considering the tube she’d had down her esophagus during surgery. He confirms and rises to grab the cup he’d filled with ice water earlier, turning the straw in her direction and letting her take the plastic in both hands before releasing it. 

“How old are you, Bonney?”

She moves her lips from the straw to answer. “Fifteen!”

Hm. Younger than he’d thought. “Do you know your weight?”

“Forty-three, I think? Mm!” She perks up. “And a hundred and fifty-two centimeters!”

“Very good.” Sabo smiles as he scribbles the numbers in. “Blood type?”

“Oh.” Bonney shakes her head. “I don’t know that one. Mom is type A, if that helps?”

“That’s fine.” He leaves the box blank. “We had you on O when we did your transfusion. Nothing wrong with that if we need another.”

“Transfu-what?” She makes a face. “Is that what this is?” She points to where the needle is embedded in her right wrist.

“Close!” Sabo clicks his pen and leans forward. “You’re on a morphine drip, so that would be an infusion. A blood transfusion is where you get new blood pushed into your veins.”

“Huh.” Her eyes drop, Sabo notices, to his nametag. She mouths it twice before trying to say it aloud. “Anything else, doctor Say-bo?”

“Sah-bo,” he corrects lightly. Bonney flushes and he chuckles, finally leaning back. “I’m not a doctor yet. I’m actually finishing up medical school. This is one of my final rotations.” He sets the clipboard down and puts her water cup to the side when she moves it in his direction. “Let me check your eyes real quick.”

“Huuuh.” Bonney leans back, lost in thought. “Saaaaaaaaabo,” she tries again, drawing the vowel out. “Wait, my eyes? What for?”

“Checking pupil response.” He returns to her side with a light in hand. “I want to walk you through a few things to make sure your brain is working properly.”

Bonney carefully keeps her eyes wide as he shines the light into each, doing her best to hold still. “Did something happen to my head? I don’t remember hitting it or anything.”

Sabo puts the light away and uses her left hand to test some motor skills. “Not physically, in that case. We weren’t sure, so we were being careful. Always good to be cautious.” He clears his throat, trying to think of a simple way to explain the next bit. “When you lose a lot of blood, your body can’t resupply any to your brain as quickly as it can to other areas. Too much blood loss for too long starts to affect how your brain functions, so I just want to make sure things are normal.” He has her do one more thing and then smiles, satisfied. “Which they appear to be.”

“Oh, goodie.” Bonney leans back again with a big sigh, the tension dropping from her shoulders in a comical manner. She sits quietly while Sabo scribbles notes onto her file. 

Sabo doesn’t consider the quiet a bad thing until it’s not quiet before, Bonney sniffling behind his back. He looks over his shoulder and stops writing in alarm when he sees fat tears streaming down her face. Her hands are clenched into the thin sheet she’s pulled up to her waist, and her legs are curled up so her knees are even with her neck.

Sabo sets the clipboard down and hurries over. “Does it hurt?” he asks, referring to her side. Her new position leaves her torso straightened out enough to where it shouldn’t really bother her, so he leaves her be instead of trying to uncurl her.

“No,” she chokes. “I just–” She bites back a sob. “I’m so stupid! I don’t know what I’m going to tell my dad.”

Sabo minutely relaxes and does his best not to sigh. He’s not . . . really great at this aspect of patient care. But, well, he’s done alright with her so far. And her hour wasn’t up yet. It wouldn’t be fair for him to grab someone else to better console her after he’d already made her that promise.

He settles heavily on the free space on the cot and tries to think about what Ace would do. Ace had always been better with kids than Sabo. He’d come home from his rotation in pediatrics and talk Sabo’s ear off about how much the staff loved him; meanwhile, that same staff had barely tolerated Sabo during his own rotation in year three. (It was fine, he’d decided after brooding about it for long enough. People had different strengths, and working with young people clearly wasn’t one of his. At least not at this point in his life.)

Sabo isn’t Ace, though, and Ace isn’t here to tell him what to do. He has to figure out what works for him.

“You can always tell me first,” he starts with. “If that makes it easier. I’m bound under oath, so anything you say to me will stay between us.” A little white lie won’t hurt. Not if it earns her trust, anyway.

Bonney looks conflicted about this prospect. She’s still crying, quiet hiccups shaking her form. But she’s looking at him like she’s thinking over the offer. Her arms move up to wrap around her knees. She winces when the movement pulls at her side.

“I won’t think you’re stupid, no matter what happened,” he tries, lowering his voice to try and be softer. “I’m just here to help, remember? Maybe telling someone will be good for you, too.”

Bonney’s head drops to her knees in defeat. She nods, the motion pulling at her hair. “Okay.”

Sabo wants to take her legs and jerk them so they’re straight, if only to fix her posture so she’s not aggravating her wound. He resists, though, not wanting to risk her retreating into her shell. Instead he sits there calmly, hands in lap, waiting for Bonney to pick her head up and start her story.

“I was messing around with a friend,” she mumbles, voice hollow. “He brought one of his parent’s handguns to try out, and we were just having fun trying it out.” She lifts her left arm and mimes a shot. “The, uh, recoil? It was awful, especially because I’m so scrawny. So he helped me with a shot, except I got stubborn about it, and between the two of us we discharged the gun.” Her hand drifts back to her side. She’s crying again, voice warbling the more wet her face gets. 

“I told him it wasn’t his fault but he wouldn’t listen. He drove me up here when we couldn’t stop the bleeding, and he wanted to come in with me, and I made him leave because I didn’t want him to get in trouble!” She starts sobbing again, breathing erratically, shoulders and entire body shaking with the effort. 

Sabo didn’t want to scare her, so he hadn’t said it, but having a minor with a GSW meant they had to let law enforcement know there’d been an incident. They’d probably come in to talk to Bonney after Sabo leaves and everyone is alerted that she’s conscious. To know that there wasn’t an actual crime involved is . . it’s a strange comfort, at present.

“He won’t get in trouble,” Sabo promises. “You don’t . . .” He hesitates, visibly, but Bonney’s attention is on him now, so he continues. “You don’t have to tell anyone else what happened if you don’t want to. That’s between you and him.”

She bites her lip again, shakes her head. “My parents won’t like–”

“I don’t mean them. Or, just them,” Sabo amends. “I’m talking about anyone else in this hospital. Anyone at all. No matter who they are. I’m glad you told me, because if something had happened that we didn’t know about, and it was information that we needed in order to treat you, then it would be very important to know. But we’ve already pulled the bullet out of you, and your life isn’t in danger, so this stays between us. Okay?”

Bonney nods frantically.

Sabo can’t resist, so he tacks on, “if you end up in an emergency situation again, you should always let a medical professional know how you got injured. They’ll keep it to themselves – they have to – and the more information there is to go off of, the better treatment you’ll receive in the end.”

Bonney nods more. She’s sniffling, and still sorta crying, but she’s not being as loud about it, like she’s trying to stop. 

“And–” He can’t believe he’s about to offer to do this, but he hates seeing her so miserable. “–if you need me to tell your parents for you, then I can try. But considering it was an accident, it might be better for you to try yourself.”

“Yeah, okay,” Bonney whispers. “But do you– Um. Do you think you could tell them it was an accident? So they don’t worry?”

“I can do that,” Sabo promises. “Are you ready to let them know you’re here?”

“Yes,” she mumbles, crowding her face close to her knees again. “And some more water, please.”

Sabo does her one better: he brings her a handful of tissues and a full cup of cold water. While she fixes her face, muttering a thanks to him before blowing her nose, Sabo tucks her chart safely under his arm.

“I’ll be right back, Bonney.”

[trophywifejimgordon]

broke: the payoff for the line that establishes ali as a pediatric surgeon will be that she somehow gets brought in to save miguel 

woke: the payoff for that line will be that she’s a DOCTOR and she keeps daniel larusso alive (while in formal wear) until the paramedics arrive after the horrible beating he takes at the ck dojo halfway thru the christmas party scene in the s3 finale 

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Jeon’s Anatomy - Part 1

Neurosurgeon!Wonwoo x Pediatric Surgeon!Female Reader (briefly feat. Seventeen, Nu’est, Pristin, Ateez, Itzy, and Hinapia)

Word Count: 4789

Contents: Grey’s Anatomy au, lots of medical talk (tumours, cancer, surgery, serizures), mentions of foster care, mentions of death

You know you’re a kick ass pediatric surgeon, you have no need to prove it to anyone at all, certainly not the ass who runs the Neuro department. Well until you’re forced to work a case with him, anyway.

Cast | Prequels | Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue

“Dammit,” you chewed on your nail as you looked at the scans lining the screens. “I hate that you were right.”

“Believe me, I hate it too,” Jongho said.

“That’s not an easy area to get to either.”

“I don’t think it’s the first one,” He said.

“What do you mean?” Jieqiong questioned.

Jongho ran his finger along something on the scans. “Look here, I think this kid has had brain surgery before.”

“Did her foster parents say anything about it?” You asked.

“N-No,” Jongho stumbled. “But you can see it. And maybe they don’t know, maybe that information didn’t get to them somehow?”

“I would highly doubt if they did know they would leave that out,” Jieqiong mumbled.

“How long have they been her foster parents?” You questioned.

“A couple of months, I think,” Jongho said.

You quirked an eyebrow. “You think or you know Dr. Choi?”

“Th-They said a couple of months, they weren’t overly specific.”

“If this is recurrent…” You shook your head. “Did you page for Neuro?”

“I did,” Jieqiong piped up. “A little while ago. Some should-”

“You called for- oh.”

Before you even turned around you were bristling. You knew that voice. You knew the cold face you were about to see. This case was already flashing before your eyes and you did not want to deal with any of it, but you knew it wouldn’t look good to ask for someone else when they sent the head of neuro.

“Dr. Jeon,” you turned and smiled brightly at him. “I wish I could say we’re happy to see you but-” you motioned to the scans on the wall. “This isn’t exactly a happy occasion.”

Dr. Jeon rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as he made his way into the room. Mingi followed behind him and you were sure you heard Dr. Jeon mutter about how this day couldn’t get any worse. You bit the inside of your cheek, pasting on a sickly sweet smile.

“She’s ten?” He asked, looking at the scans.

“Yes, and we think i-”

“It’s recurrent, did the parents say that?”

“No,” You said. “Dr. Choi figured it out.”

Dr. Jeon threw Jongho a glance. “Then you’re not that much of an idiot.”

“You do know the residents are all doctors, right Dr. Jeon?” You asked coolly.

“Finishing med school hardly makes you a real doctor,” he quipped. “Clearly, becoming an attending doesn’t either.”

You smiled sweetly. “I’m so looking forward to working on this case with you.”

“That makes one of us,” he muttered under his breath before turning towards the door. “Keep Song updated and he’ll keep me updated, come on Song.”

“Y-Yes Dr. Jeon.” Mingi mumbled, scuttling after him and letting the door swing closed.

“What an ass,” Jieqiong said.

~

Eunbin smiled brightly as you entered her room, her parents looked up at you with worry in their eyes. You wanted to say something to ease their fears but you knew you had bad, scary news for them. If Eunbin knew she was sick she didn’t show it, or she was ignoring it. She seemed bright and happy either way.

“C-Can you tell us what’s going on?” Her father asked.

“W-We thought it was just the cuts on her arm and then she was admitted,” her mother worried.

“We’ll explain in a moment, I’m just waiting for Dr. Jeon to arrive since he’ll be in charge of the procedure.”

“Procedure, wh-what do-”

Footsteps came through the doorway and you all turned to see Dr. Jeon standing there. You wanted to scoff at him, he was barely masking his boredom and distaste. You weren’t sure if it was for you or for the case but either way you didn’t like it.

“Dr. Jeon,” you smiled. “Perfect timing.”

Dr. Jeon nearly rolled his eyes at you before opening the chart. “Your daughter has a recurrent medulloblastoma.” He paused, looking up at the parents. “A tumour in her brain. She’ll need surgery first and foremost and I’ll remove as much of the tumour as I can. But with this coming back and being as aggressive as it is we’ll likely have to do a bone marrow transplant and chemotherapy treatment as well.”

Her parents looked absolutely dumbfounded and you felt the rage boiling up inside you. How had he made it this far with zero bedside manner and no clue about patient or family care? Did he really care that little for other people? Your mouth opened to try and explain but Dr. Jeon looked up from his chart and cut you off, saying your name coolly.

“I’ll send Dr. Song in shortly to prep her for surgery, and I’ll see you in the OR.”

You sputtered, trying to process as Dr. Jeon turned and walked out of the room. Your eyes shifted between the door and the parents before you made up your mind. “I’ll be back to explain properly, just a moment.”

You took off into the hallway after Dr. Jeon, spotting him at the nurse’s station, checking over the chart again. You felt the fire under your skin as you marched over to him and grabbed him by the arm, ignoring his indignant noises and dragging him into an empty on-call room.

“What the hell was that?!” You cried. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You can’t treat people like that! Did no one teach you-”

“It’s not my job to coddle anyone,” he spat.

“It’s part of your job to provide patient care! Those parents are scared and confused-”

“Why is that my problem?”

“You’re her surgeon!” You were trying not to be too loud but your anger was getting the better of you. “It’s your job to make sure they’re prepared!”

“That’s what my residents are for,” he said coolly, infuriatingly calm. “They can explain the details. Look, I know your job involves a fair deal of baby sitting but I have more important things to do than-”

“You do know I am a pediatric surgeon, correct Dr. Jeon? You do comprehend that I am far beyond a babysitter, right?”

“I know that I was called into this because you’re not qualified for it on your own which hardly surprises me,” he sneered. “Were it not for the fact that Dr. Kwak is away and Dr. Xu already has procedures lined up I wouldn’t be taking this case. I don’t work with kids and if a little girl’s life wasn’t on the line I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“I can assure you as soon as Dr. Xu or Dr Kwak is free you’ll be off this case, Eunbin is still primarily my patient.”

“Fantastic,” he said through gritted teeth before stalking out of the room.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Just breathe,” you muttered to yourself, calming yourself slowly. You took a few deep breaths before pulling yourself up tall and heading back into the hallway and to Eunbin’s room again.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you said, trying to ease the parent’s concern and glancing at Eunbin who seemed unbothered, reading a book. “Let me explain. Eunbin has a tumour in her brain. Based on the scans we believe she’s had one before and you may have been unaware.”

“I-Is that why she’s been so clumsy?” Her father asked.

“Yes it’s very likely that’s the reason. She will need surgery to remove it. Despite Dr. Jeon’s demeanor, he is a brilliant surgeon and she will be in very good hands.”

“H-How did we not know?” Her mother worried.

“You may not have been given her full or proper medical history,” you said. “What’s important is that you brought her in and we can help you through this. But this will be a battle. Beyond this surgery she will likely need a bone marrow transplant to help her make healthy cells. She may also need chemotherapy. And she’ll need you two to support her.”

They nodded to you and you smiled. “I know this is a lot for one day. If you have any more questions, please let me know and I’ll answer them for you. We’ll be prepping her for surgery very soon as well.”

Her parents excused themselves for a moment and you watched after them sadly for a moment before Eunbin called your attention.

“Hey there, how are you so far?”

“I’m sick again, aren’t I?” She asked.

You sighed. “Yeah, do you remember what happened last time?”

Eunbin played with the sheets. “I had cancer. I thought they got all of it out.” She gazed up at you. “Why did it come back?”

“We… We don’t always know. But we have some ideas on how to treat it so that it doesn’t come back again.”

“You and that mean doctor?” She asked with a giggle.

“Yes,” you sighed. “Me and the mean doctor. He’s a very smart doctor, he knows what he’s doing.”

“Well he doesn’t know how to be nice,” she huffed. “Maybe we should teach him!”

You laughed at her remark as Mingi came into the room, smiling and beckoning him over.

“Dr. Song, this is Eunbin.” Eunbin stuck out her hand and Mingi took it, shaking it with a grin on his face.

“It’s nice to meet you, Eunbin,” he chuckled.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Dr. Song.” She chimed. “Do you also work with the mean doctor?”

Mingi looked at you confused. “She means Dr. Jeon,” you giggled.

Mingi’s face went pink as he looked between you and Eunbin and you stifled your laughter, knowing he was unsure if he was allowed to agree with what Eunbin had said.

“I-I H-He’s not so bad,” Mingi lied weakly which just had you and Eunbin breaking out into a fit of giggles.

“I think we should make him nice,” Eunbin said. “I bet he’s just grumpy ‘cause he has no friends or something.”

“And how do you plan to solve that?” You chuckled.

“I have some ideas,” she giggled.

~

The chatter between you, Mingi, and Jieqiong died down as Dr. Jeon came into the scrub room, a sudden tension filling the air. Mingi took off first, heading into the OR and Jieqiong followed quickly after him. In their absence you glanced at Dr. Jeon, taking in his calm face and wondering how someone who looked so relaxed could be so infuriating.

You thought you ought to say something, but there was nothing nice on the tip of your tongue so you kept your mouth shut. As much as a well placed quip might feel good it might not be smart before going into surgery to try and piss him off. You had to remember that Eunbin was your first priority.

You pushed through the door into the OR just as they wheeled Eunbin in, smiling brightly at her as she climbed onto the operating table. 

“Are you ready, Eunbin?” You smiled.

Eungin grinned and nodded. “My parents promised me a lot of ice cream after this.”

“Oh, then we should get going,” you chuckled. “The sooner we’re done the sooner you’ll get that ice cream.”

Eunbin’s gaze shifted away from you. “Dr. Jeon!” She called brightly. “Are you ready?”

Dr. Jeon looked up at her, surprise painted his face for a moment as he registered that she was indeed talking to him. You swore you could see a pink blush on the tops of his cheeks.

“I am,” he said. “You’re, uh, you’re in good hands.” His gaze shifted to yours and you took in the stress in his eyes. Clearly, he didn’t know what to say to her and it almost had you laughing. Maybe this little ten year old would take him down a peg.

“Dr. Jeon,” Eunbin beckoned him closer and he did so reluctantly. “It’s okay. Even if you’re mean sometimes, she says you're smart.”

You felt the heat rise to your own cheeks at Eunbin’s words as she motioned to you. “I think it’s time you go to sleep,” you laughed a little awkwardly, “so we can get started.”

Eunbin laid down properly, looking up at you and Dr. Jeon as the anesthesiologist brought the mask to her face but Eunbin stopped her.

“Wait!” She looked up at Dr. Jeon. “Can you get it all this time? So it doesn’t come back?”

“I-I” Again he looked to you for help.

“We’re going to do our very best,” you assured her. “Now you need to do your best and go to sleep.”

You watched as they put Eunbin under before smirking at Dr. Jeon behind your mask. 

“Can’t handle a little kid, huh?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled. “I told you I don’t work with kids.”

“Apparently it’s just a lack of ability,” you quipped. Dr. Jeon glared at and you heard Jieqiong and Mingi both giggling, sure now that you were seeing colour come to the parts of Dr. Jeon’s face that you could see.

“I will throw you out of my OR if I have to,” he growled.

You bit back your laughs and nodded, this was about Eunbin, and you wanted to see this case through no matter who you were stuck working with. You were quiet and well behaved as Dr. Jeon opened, though you had to prod him to actually teach. He spoke to himself but didn’t seem to want to explain out loud and you could see your insistence getting under his skin as he got started, reluctantly calling Mingi closer to watch and explaining the steps to him until he needed an extra set of hands.

His eyes met yours. “Could you assist?”

“You have a perfectly good final year neuro resident right next to you Dr. Jeon. As much as I am learning and here to help, don’t you think he should first assist?”

“This is delicate work,” Dr. Jeon said, frustration hiding just under his calm demeanor.

“And he’s less than a year away from being an attending,” you replied.

“I-It’s okay,” Mingi mumbled. “I-I do-”

“No you do need to learn,” you said. “You need to do.” Your gaze shifted back to Dr. Jeon. “Now you can stand here and argue with me all afternoon, Dr. Jeon but the fact of the matter is that this is a teaching hospital, you have a capable, willing student, and your patient is laying open on the table. Her infection rate only climbs as we stand here talking so I suggest you let your student assist.”

If looks could kill you thought you might have dropped dead under Dr. Jeon’s gaze. “Fine, Dr. Song.” His gaze shifted to Mingi “You screw this up and I’ll have you kicked out the program, do you understand me?”

“Y-Yes sir.” Mingi gulped.

~

You took off with Jieqiong and Mingi after the surgery, grinning as you listened to Mingi’s excitement about being able to really work. He’d done well, just like you knew he would. Whether Dr. Jeon would give him more chances, you didn’t know, but if nothing else he had proved his capability and you hoped he would get some proper learning now. 

Neither of them was on call that night so you bid them adieu before heading back to the pediatric floor. The hallway was darkened slightly when you got there, trying not to make any of the spaces too bright for the kids trying to sleep. You took a walk along the rooms, glancing in at the monitors and happy to see Eunbin looking mostly steady. As resilient as kids are, brain surgery was still brain surgery. It still took a lot out of them and you didn’t expect her to wake up just yet.

A yawn slipped past your lips as you made your way back to the nurse’s station. Flipping through charts wasn’t quite keeping you awake and really, you should get some rest. A quick glance at the clock told you it was barely that late though and you would rather hold out a little longer then get in a quick nap.

Stomping caught your attention and you turned just in time to see Dr. Jeon, face flushed and angry and stalking towards you.

“What did y-”

“Not here,” you hissed quietly. He pressed his lips into a thin line, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the end of the hall and then into the stairwell.

As soon as the door swung shut Dr. Jeon started yelling. “Do you find it fun to undermine me in my OR?! If Hongjoong was free believe me he would have been in there and Song would not have gotten within-”

“Do you just forget that your job here is to teach?!”

“My job is to be a surgeon,” he yelled. “And I am good at what I do! I’m not messing with that to let some dropout-to-be get anywhere near my patients!”

“If Mingi is failing that’s as much on you as it is-”

Dr. Jeon backed you against the wall but it only fuelled your anger more. “Don’t you dare quote the chief to me.” he growled.

“I wouldn’t have to if you listened. I wouldn’t have to if you did your damn job! I know you think you’re some big hot shot and everyone else is beneath you but you can’t use that to make up for the fact that you’re a shitty teacher!”

“You think all of these kids have what it takes! You think every one of them will make it! Your optimism is annoying! Your idea that everything will turn out sunshine and rainbows and that any idiot can be a surgeon is naive and infrutating! Surgeons like you-”

“Oh please!” You took a step towards him and almost to your surprise he stepped back. “Please tell me about surgeons like me as if you know me, as if you know anything at all about me!”

“You think I’m arrogant but at least I’m realistic! At least I can-”

Dr. Jeon was interrupted by both of your pagers going off. You looked down and your heart dropped at the 911 code and Eunbin’s room number. 

“Crap,” you muttered as Dr. Jeon pushed the door open and you both took off down the hallway towards her room. He didn’t say another word to you on the way, his strides carrying him a little ahead of you to the far end of the ward where the night nurses were gathered around Eunbin’s bed. Her body was shaking and her face looked very pale.

“What the hell happened?!” You cried, rushing to her bed side and checking the chart. 

“S-She’s been sleeping,” the nurse said. “S-She just started seizing!”

You called to the nurses, giving them the dosage for the medication she needed and pulling away anything crowding her bed, her body slowly calming as the drugs were pushed. You looked around to see Dr. Jeon still standing in the doorway with a stunned look on his face.

“Get over here!” You cried. Dr. Jeon blinked before making his way to the bed. You pulled back Eunbin’s eyelid, shining a light in her eye and cursing.

“I think she’s got a brain bleed,” you said, checking her other pupil.

“She needs a CT,” Dr. Jeon’s voice almost sounded hollow.

You looked up at him. “Does she have time for a head CT?”

“I-” He looked down at her again. “N- No, we need to go to the OR now.”

“You heard him!” You called, getting the bed ready to move and making eye contact with one of the nurses. “Call ahead and make sure the OR is ready, we’re going now!”

You pushed off, running with the bed with Dr. Jeon following at your heels. Your heart pounding as you looked down at Eunbin. What happened? How did she get so bad so fast? You knew you would have to ask these questions later on and try to find the answer. Was it better or worse that her parents had gone to sleep in another room? They didn’t know at the moment but you definitely didn’t have the time to wake them now. 

Your gaze shifted to meet Dr. Jeon’s in the elevator. “Do you have any ide-”

“No,” he said flatly. “No, just- let’s just get her into surgery.”

You nodded, helping to push the bed as you got to the OR floor and rush her into the operating room before the two of you raced to the scrub room. He was muttering to himself as he scrubbed in and now didn’t seem the time to say anything. He seemed off, much less sure of himself than he had been that afternoon and it made you a little nervous. He’d seen so many patients, why would this one get to him?

You followed him into the OR, his head shaking before they put the light on his head. He took his place at Eunbin’s head and you stood next to him, watching as they unwrapped the bandages and he took the scalpel, the machines still beeping as her blood pressure and heart rate climbed dangerously high.

“Dr. Jeon, you need to do something.” You kept your voice even as he stood there, staring down at her head. “Dr. Jeon?”

He seemed frozen.

“Wonwoo!”

His gaze met yours in surprise as you called out his name, breaking him from his reverie. You stepped closer and dropped your voice. “I don’t know what’s going on but you need to cut.” He nodded at you numbly.

“Look, I’m here, I’m assisting. You can do this, okay?”

“Of course,” his voice was still weak.

“Good, “ you said. “Now let’s save a life.”

~

You were quick to follow Dr. Jeon out of the scrub room after the surgery. You were glad that he could fix the bleed and he seemed much more quiet and subdued with you now. You kept an eye on him until he stopped at the elevator.

“Hey, I’m going to monitor Eunbin for the next little while, did you want to come?”

Dr. Jeon shoved his hands into his pockets. “Alright. That sounds good.”

It was as if he’d lost all of his fight. He still seemed a bit out of it. The surgery, while successful, was stressful and it was now very late. You both sorely needed sleep and Eunbin needed the rest. He was probably worried about the same thing you were, another complication.

When you got to the room her parents were there and they started bombarding you with questions. Dr. Jeon seemed to freeze up.

“I know you’re confused, please sit down.” You said, getting them calmly into their seats. “The initial surgery went well but with any surgery there is a risk of complications. While you were sleeping her brain started to bleed and she had a seizure.” You calmed them with your motions as they started to cry. “We rushed her to emergency surgery and overall it went well. It will take a while for her to wake up and we’ll be monitoring her closely to make sure no more complications occur.”

“How did this happen?” Her mom asked shakily. “I thought you said-”

“Dr. Jeon is a fantastic surgeon. Like I said, even the best surgeons are going to have complications. The pressure in her brain has been relieved and her vitals are stable. I promise you we’ll be in the hospital the rest of the night in case anything else goes wrong but we’re hopeful that she’ll recover from here.”

Her parents sat next to her tearily holding her hand as you checked her over again before making your way back to the door where Dr. Jeon was still standing, as if stuck to the spot. You stopped next to him, following his gaze to Eunbin’s face before looking back at him and grabbing his arm gently and pulling him to the nurses station.

“Did you want to check her over again?” You asked quietly.

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head.

“Then I think you should get some sleep, come on.” You pulled him to the closest on-call room. Dr. Jeon slumped down onto the bed and you locked the door before sitting down next to him.

“What hap-”

“Don’t,” he said. “I- I don’t have it in me to fight with you.”

“I’m not picking a fight,” you said evenly. “But you’re not alright, what’s going on?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and let out a shaky breath. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you shaken.” You said blankly. “I’ve seen you collected, I’ve seen you get angry, but I’ve never seen you get shaken like this. I’ve never seen you hesitate. So what happened to shake you so badly?”

“I don’t…” he mumbled.

“What?”

“I don’t work with kids, okay?” He muttered. “I don’t take pediatric cases if I can help it. I don’t like the parents and their looks of hope. I don’t like seeing these bright, smiling kids on the table. And I don’t like-” He stopped, his voice uneven.

“You don’t like when they die.”

He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “She didn’t die. She’s alive and recovering and she should be fine.”

“It was scary,” you said. He rolled his eyes.

“Hey no, Wonwoo look at me.” Again his eyes showed surprise as you used his name. “It was scary. You’re allowed to be scared.”

“I’m not supposed to be. I have to be calm so the child and the parents can be scared and I just- I couldn’t-”

You wrapped your arm around him, not allowing yourself to think about it too much. He started when you did so but as you brought his head to your shoulder and hushed him he slowly relaxed.

“It’s okay to be scared. It is scary when kids get hurt. It is scary when the tiny humans come in with big problems and they’ve barely lived. It’s scary.”

“Yeah,” he hummed shakily.

You stayed with him like that, listening to his shaky breaths as they slowly calmed down. The fatigue was slowly tugging at you and as he let more of his body weight lean into you, face nuzzling sleepily.

“Do you wanna get some rest?” You mumbled.

“How do you do it?” You pulled back enough to look at Wonwoo but he was still close to you. His gaze was full of a sincerity you’d never seen before and it had your heart melting. “How do you stay so bright around all of this?”

 “A lot of kids come through here. The ones you lose are… they’re incredibly hard. But the ones you save.” You couldn’t help the way the smile tugged at your lips as you sat up a little more. “I have this kid, I operated on him when he was three years old. We didn’t think he would make it but now? Now he’s seven and his parents send me pictures to keep me updated on him. Another girl, I operated on her when she was five and she’s eight now and her parents send me a christmas card every year.”

You looked at Wonwoo again, a funny feeling in your stomach as you took in his expression. “The ones that make it, that get to grow up. The kids that you get to give a life to, those ones almost make up for the ones you lose.”

He gazed at you, thinking for a few moments. “That’s pretty incredible.”

“We all need some way to get through it, to deal with the bad days or the losses, right?”

“Right,” he hummed. “I- I think I underestimated you.”

“I think you did,” you teased him with a smile. He laughed, a light giggle that you weren’t expecting that made your heart skip and had you focusing on the cute way his nose scrunched when he smiled.

“I know it’s been a long night,” he hummed, leaning a little closer. “And I know we’re both tired and it’s nearly morning… but can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” the word fell off your lips before you even had time to register it, some part of your brain was a step ahead and you would have been embarrassed at the admission if you weren’t so sleepy and if the way his lips pressed against yours softly didn’t feel so good.

He kissed you once. Then twice. Then three times.

You pressed closer to him as his hand found the small of her back. His lips moved with yours sweetly, glasses slipping down his nose. You grinned against his lips as you reached up and took them off before wrapping your arms around his neck as he pressed you back into the bed.

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Night Shift - One Shot

a/n: back at it again with another Halloween themed fic! This was inspired by an ask requesting Harry and Y/N both work/meet in the ER. Slight twist on it, but I hope you like it! Reblogs and feedback are super helpful! (not proofread)

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut at the end

Words: 6.8K

Becoming a doctor took a lot of hard work dedication. Countless sleepless nights, a large debt to pay back, finding a hospital to become a resident in, and countless seminars to go to, to make sure all practices were up to date. At first, Y/N hated working the graveyard shift. She rarely got to see friends or family, she was getting minimal amounts of sleep because, let’s face it, sleeping during the day never worked out the way you wanted it to. However, she stopped minding it so much when one of the nicest nurses took his turn on the overnight shifts.

Nurse Styles was usually the voice of reason. He could calm any patient down, and the kids in pediatrics loved him. He always had a lollypop ready to go. All of the nurses took turns with the different shifts so it was fair for everyone. He had heard of Dr. Y/L/N, but had never met her. She was newer to the hospital, a white coat, but still baby-faced. Harry really enjoyed being a nurse, he didn’t want to be the person in there doing surgery, but he liked being able to get things started, and ease someone into the more difficult things. He had a way of administering bad news, and easing the pain from it. His broad shoulders were perfect for crying on, and if it was a kid he needed to prep for getting their appendix out, he held their hand the entire way to the operating room.

Y/N was just getting in, putting her things in her breakroom cubby when Harry walked in. He smiles at her, and she smiles back as he also puts his things away.

“Chilly out there tonight.” He says as he puts his scrubs on over his long sleeve under armor. She only looked for a second, his arm muscles were certainly defined. “I don’t think we’ve properly met yet, I’m Harry.” He extends her hand and she takes it.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, lucky for you I’ll be your nurse for the next couple of months.”

“You seem a little too chipper about working overnight.” She chuckles as she gets her white coat on and stethoscope around her neck.

“I don’t mind it.” He shrugs. “A lot of the other nurses have spouses and kids they rarely get to see, so it’s only fair I take my turn on the overnight stuff. I usually take it this time of year anyways.”

“Why’s that?”

“The Halloween crazies start trickling towards the end of September. Think the staff likes having me as extra muscle or whatever.”

Her face pales as she looks at him. She had completely forgotten about Halloween. Last year she worked during the day, but she had heard about all of the nonsense from the entire weekend. Drunk people needing their stomach pumped, car wrecks, people on drugs, etc.

“So, what’s your specialty? You’re not a surgeon are you?” He breaks her from her trance.

“No, I’m not a surgeon, just a regular old doctor. I almost ended up in maternity like a lot of female doctors, but it wasn’t for me.” They both walk into the main area so they can get briefed for the night.

Harry says hello to the other nurses at the desk, and he takes his seat to login into the computer. There was another doctor on the overnight shifts, Dr. Gilles, and Y/N really couldn’t stand him. He was one of those doctors who was sort of rude to the nurses because he had been at the hospital for a while, but he was handsome so a lot of them didn’t even care. He would flirt with Y/N when he’d get the chance, but she didn’t really like it. She’d seen Scrubs, she didn’t need the drama that comes with hooking up with a coworker. Not to mention the guy was, like, forty, and she was only pushing thirty. To some that may not be a big age difference, but it weirded her out nonetheless. It weirded her out more when he’d catch her flirting with some of the younger nurses.

“Evening everyone.” Dr. Gilles. “He says as he walks up to the desk. “Quiet so far?”

“Pretty much.” Nurse Halleran says. “Hope it stays that way. You’ve got a couple of people you just need to check in on.” She hands him a few charts and he nods as he takes them. “How are you, Dr. Y/L/N?”

“Good.” She says as she looks over her cuticles. She feels his eyes burn into her, and she fiddles with some of the pens on the desk. “Nurse Styles, back on the graveyard, huh?”

“Yup.” Harry says with a fake smile. He also did not like Dr. Gilles. He felt protective over the other nurses, and none of them felt uncomfortable by Dr. Gilles, but he was a married man who openly flirted with people, and that kind of behavior just didn’t fly with Harry. “Dr. Y/L/N, one of your patients needs their vitals checked. Young thing, coming down from a bladder and kidney infection.”

“Alright, let’s go.” Harry hands her the chart and she looks it over as they walk to where the patient was sleeping.

Bethany Martin, ten years old, bladder and kidney infection. Another doctor wanted to size her up for an appendix removal, but it was Y/N that discovered that it wasn’t the child’s appendix. The girl had told her the pain had moves from the front of her stomach, to her side, and then to her back. She got major brownie points from the administration for making that catch.

Her and Harry slowly go into the room. Her father was sleeping in one of the fold out chairs provided. He wakes up when he hears the door open.

“Hello, Mr. Martin.” Y/N whispers with a smile. “We’re just going to check on Beth’s vitals, see how her fever’s doing, alright?”

“Sure thing, thank you.” He stands up and goes over to his daughter to help her wake up a little.

“Hmm.” The girl slowly opens her eyes, and then she smiles when she sees Y/N. See, Beth was scared that she was going to get cut open, so she was beyond grateful that she didn’t have to have surgery. “Hello.” She says sleepily.

“Hi, sweetheart, I need to check a few things, would that be alright?” Y/N asks.

“Yes.”

“Hi, Beth, how’s your IV feeling in that hand?” Harry asks her.

“It’s itchy, Nurse Harry.”

He smiles at her. A lot of the kids would call him that instead of Nurse Styles, he thought it was sweet.

“Think we should switch it to your other hand then.”

“Why’s it in her hand and not in her arm?” Y/N questions.

“We had a tough time…this one likes to pull away.” Harry explains and winks at Beth which makes her giggle.

Y/N let’s Harry switch out the IV. She lets Beth hold her hand as she winces from the needle. Once he’s done, Y/N checks everything else. She has Beth roll onto her stomach so she can feel around her back.

“I haven’t been as achy.” Beth says as she gets settled on her back once more. “It still hurts a little though.”

“Mm, I bet. Took us a bit to figure things out with you, but you seem to be doing a lot better. Should only need to be here for another few days. We’ll come back to check on you later this morning.”

“Thank you.” She snuggles back into her blankets and slowly falls back asleep.

Mr. Martin thanks Y/N and Harry before they leave, and she they both go to wash their hands at one of the sink stations.

“Nurse Harry, huh? Do all the little girls call you that?” Y/N smirks.

“Why, jealous?” He bumps his hip to hers before grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands. She rolls her eyes at him, and he chuckles. “The kids just tend to call me that, I don’t mind it.”

“It must ease them a bit more to be on a first name basis, I should remember that. I hate seeing kids in pain, I’m glad she’s doing better.”

“I know it sucks, but I actually like working with the kids more. They at least listen to us. Some of these adult patients…they fight us on every little thing sometimes.” They make their way back to the desk.

“Dr. Y/L/N?” Nurse Stevens says to her. “I’m going on a coffee run, would you like anything?”

“You’re an angel, yes”, she reaches into her pocket for some loose singles, “just a regular with a little cream, no sugar, thank you.”

“Harry?” She says to him.

“Brought my thermos, but thanks Ellie.” He smiles at her and she nods before going on her way.

“She’s the best, I’ve worked with her during the day before.” Y/N says to Harry.

“Yeah, Ellie and I came on together.”

“Oh, really?”

Harry hums his response as he types some notes into the computer. Harry and Ellie had a bit of a past, nothing serious, but they had hooked up on occasion. Being a nurse meant working a lot of long days, and that left little room for a social life or companionship. They may or may not have taken advantage of the beds in the room adjacent to the breakroom a few times, but that was a year or so ago. She had started seeing someone, so they ended things amicably.

“Why just the cream and no sugar?” He asks to change the subject.

“Well, for a while I was doing the keto thing, which is absolute rubbish and I never should have done it, but I got into the habit of not adding sugar to things. I don’t like the taste of black coffee, it’s too bitter, so the cream helps. I don’t miss the sugar, in fact, I can’t stand really sugary drinks in general.”

“Why’d you do the keto in the first place?”

“Oh, I was looking to lose some weight before a wedding I had to go to. I was a bridesmaid so I just wanted to look nice in the pictures, you know? It works when you stick to it, but as soon as I stopped I gained most of it back. Deprivation diets are never a good idea, and I knew it, but did it anyways because it was a quick way to do things.” He goes to say something, but decides against it. Her head tilts as she can tell he’s withholding something. “Go ahead, tell me as a doctor it was stupid of me to jump on a fad diet.” She sighs and leans on the tall desk.

“No, I was just going to say…” He blushes slightly. “Well, I just feel bad that you thought you needed to lose any weight because you…well…you must know how beautiful you are as is.”

She stands up straight. She literally just met this man tonight, what was going on? Just as she was about to say something, Ellie comes back with the coffee.

“Here you go.” She smiles.

“Oh, thank you.” Y/N takes the coffee. “I’m gonna go take a walk to the other nurse’s station, see how they’re doing. Page me if you need anything.”

Harry watches her walk away and he groans with his head in his hands.

“Don’t tell me.” Ellie smirks. “You have a crush on Dr. Y/L/N…shocking.” Ellie giggles and rolls her eyes.

“I just met her, I don’t have a crush on her. But I may have just said something inappropriate.”

“You?!” Ellie was shocked. “Harry, you’re, like, the nicest person I know. What did you say?”

“I just told her she was beautiful.”

“It’s not like it’s a lie, she’s rather pretty. Seems to take care of herself. It’s not an easy thing to do, especially on these shifts.”

“I know! It just felt weird after I said it. I don’t wanna be like Dr. Gilles, you know?”

“Please.” She scoffs. “You’re nothing like him.”

Y/N does her nightly rounds, checking on her various patients. A few people come in that need to be checked right away, but other than that things were quiet. Around six in the morning she and Harry go to check on little Beth again.

“Definitely only need you here another couple of nights. Keep getting those fluids in, and this fever will go away in no time.” Y/N says.

The girl nods at her tiredly before falling back asleep. Y/N helps out with some last minute patients before going to the breakroom to change. Harry was in there taking his shirt off. She tries not to stare as he pulls a sweatshirt on over himself. She wouldn’t have minded a few more moments to examine his tattoos. She knew he had a few just from his left hand alone, but shit, he had them all over his chest and stomach!

“Well, see you tonight. Hope you can get some sleep.” Harry says to her.

“Same to you.” She smiles and goes into her locker.

“I hope, uh, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier in the night…” He rubs the back of his neck.

“You didn’t, it’s fine…I’m just one of those people that has a tough time taking a compliment. Um, it happened to me in school a lot too, like, if someone told me I was smart or something, you know?”

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.”

“I appreciate that, Harry, thank you.”

He nods and heads out. On his way home he realizes he’s far too awake to be able to fall asleep, so when he gets into his flat he takes a sleeping pill, and nestles down with a cup of tea while he watches a little TV. Once his eyes feel tired he heads to bed, getting cozy under his blankets, and eventually passing out.

Y/N does something similar. She definitely takes a sleeping pill before jumping into a warm shower. She pulls her blackout curtains, and gets into bed. Her eyelids feel heavier and heavier as she listens to a podcast, and she slowly falls asleep.

//

Things went on like that for the next couple of weeks. Harry would often assist Y/N on her rounds. He liked that she wasn’t one of those snooty doctors that discounted the nurses, she really seemed to value their opinions, even consulting with them when she needed to. They became fast friends too, often eating together or taking coffee breaks at the same time. She learned that Harry was a couple of years younger than her, and he had been at this hospital for around five years. He explained he liked working at a hospital rather than a smaller practice so he could help more people, and she said she felt the same way.

“Maybe when I’m, like fifty, I’ll settle and open up my own practice. But only because I might not have the same spring in my step.” She chuckles as they both sit and enjoy some coffee.

“You can really sprint when you need to! You were incredible when that guy came in with that allergic reaction the other night.”

“I was internally freaking out the whole time to be honest with you. I was glad to have you there to help me intubate him.”

“Feel like I can do that with my eyes closed now.” He laughs and finishes his warm drink. “I hate to be one of those people, but you’re looking a little tired tonight.”

“Oh, that’s because I never left this morning. I worked all day, took a nap, and then got right back on it.”

“Y/N, that’s not okay. You can’t do your job properly if you’re tired.”

“I know, but we were short staffed, and I was only going to stay a couple of hours, but I got wrapped up with a couple of people. I’m fine, honest, I’ll have a good sleep when I get home later.”

“Shit like that used to happen to me all the time. I’d work sixteen hour days, and then they’d yell at me because I was getting so much overtime, and I’d tell them to hire more bloody people then. It was infuriating. Then you think the place is gonna fall apart without you when you finally do get some time off.”

“Literally! I think that’s why I got stuck here for so long. I have the next couple of days off, though, so I’m looking forward to that.”

“Yeah? Any big plans?”

“No.” She scoffs. “Not unless you consider binging a fuck ton of television while eating a gallon of ice cream big plans.”

“Depends on the show, what’s on the docket to be binged?”

“I’ve been meaning to sit down and watch Ratched. I’ve heard some mixed reviews, but I’m just so intrigued.”

“Mm, nothing better than a show about a crazy nurse.” He rolls his eyes.

“Aw, feeling a little misrepresented?” She smirks.

“Maybe a wee bit. Let me know if it’s worth the watch, though, yeah?”

“Definitely.” She finishes up her coffee and sighs. “Back to it I suppose.”

“Go lay down if you want, we’re not busy.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m catching a second wind.” She stands up and shakes her body out. “See, awake and ready to-“, her beeper goes off, “Shit, some teenagers were just brought in.”

They both hurry out of the breakroom, and go to where they’re needed. Three teenage boys were laying in hospital beds, clearly in pain.

“Alright, what seems to be the problem here?” Y/N says as Harry works on taking their vitals.

“We…fell off the water tower.” One of them says.

She sighs and starts checking for bumps and bruises. She doesn’t ask why they were there, she was sure their parents would rip them a new one for that. A few sprained ankles, and one broken wrist, but nothing too serious otherwise. Y/N gives her instructions to Harry, and tells the boys they’ll need to switch off between aspirin and ibuprofen to help with pain and inflammation. Harry gets the broken wrist into a splint and sling, and gets the others settled as well.  

“Isn’t this a little backwards?” One of them says to him after Y/N’s left. “Isn’t she supposed to be the nurse?”

“Well, considering that she went to school for a lot longer than I did, and probably has a lot more knowledge about the body than I do, I’d say she’s supposed to be the doctor.” Harry says.

“Isn’t it weird being a male nurse though?”

“M’not a male nurse.” He makes some notes on the laptop he was using. “I’m just a nurse.” He closes the laptop and looks at the three of them. “Your parents should be here soon, hope you lot feel better, and be safer out there.”

It wasn’t the first time Harry got a comment like that, and it wouldn’t be the last. He didn’t go to school as premed and then go off to a fancy medical school. He majored in Allied Health in uni, and passed all his tests. That was it, and that was all he wanted to do. There was nothing wrong with that. He was proud of himself. He hoped Y/N was proud of herself too.

//

Flu shot season was in full swing, and there were usually a couple of days a year the hospital did walk-in appointments so people could come in easily to get them. Harry had picked up a shift to administer them. Y/N had come in to be on call so one of the other doctors could have the day off. She smiles when she sees Harry in the cafeteria at lunch.

“Hey, you.” She says as she sits down. “Weird seeing you in the daylight.”

“Could say the same to you. What’s all this about? Don’t tell me you’re working another triple…” He raises an eyebrow at her.

“No, I swapped shifts with Dr. Jollas so she could have the day with her kids. What are you doing here today?”

“I’m on for the flu shots. It’s an easy enough shift to pick up.”

“Get a lot of people in for that?”

“Sure, tons.”

“That makes me happy to hear.” She sighs.

“How were your couple of days off? Did you watch your show?”

“I only watched about two episodes…there was a lot more gore than I was expecting.”

“Y/N…you’re a doctor…”

“Yes, and I can handle small amounts of blood, especially when I’m in the moment helping someone, but there was literally a scene where they were showing how lobotomies were done and a scene where this kid cut off his own arms, so it was a bit much for me. Not something I should be watching alone, anyways.”

“That’s gross.” Harry grimaces. “Don’t blame you for not getting through it.”

“So I ended up just re-watching The Office for the millionth time. It was perfect.” She chuckles. “Are you working all of Halloween weekend?”

“I am.” He nods. “I hope you’ll add some flare to your outfit. The kids like it when we do.”

“Some flare, huh?”

“I have these scrubs that have pumpkins, ghosts, and black cats on them.”

“Hm, I’ll have to think about what I can add. I have some earrings with witches on them, that could be fun.”

“As long as you get into the spirt somehow. We all decorate the nurse’s station and everything. Ellie usually brings in cupcakes too.”

“Speaking of her…” Y/N leans in a bit. “Did you catch the rock on her finger? I’m happy for her and all, but she said she’s only been with her fiancé for eight months. It’s a bit fast.”

“Well, they were casual before they made things official. She was, uh, seeing a couple of people, and then he asked her to get serious and she did.” He shrugs.

“Oh, I see.” She nods and sits back. “I’m not judging or anything, I mean, I guess when you, you know.” She takes a bite of her food, and then leans back in. “Can I ask you something?” She whispers.

“Always.” He leans in as well. Harry be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy a spot of gossip, and Y/N had become his new favorite person to gossip with. It didn’t take them long to become the two bitches that are always talking shit about everyone else.

“Do people use the bunk room to bone?”

His face flushes, and then he clears his throat.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Because you know everything about this place! I wish it was a singles only room because I swear I saw Nurse Halleran and Dr. Gilles coming out of there, and only one of the beds looked used.”

Harry makes a disgusted face and rolls his eyes.

“I feel bad for whoever he’s married to.” He shakes his head. “Scumbag.”

“Nurse Halleran’s married too! I could never do that. I mean, I’ve been in relationships before, and maybe I’ve thought someone else is attractive, I can appreciate a pretty face, but I would never cheat on my significant other. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“Same here. That’s, like, the ultimate betrayal. How do you even come back from that? I get that our jobs can make for lonely lives, but make the time count at home when you can.”

“Does he have kids?”

“No, I think that’s why he doesn’t feel bad about it. She has two kids, though, I don’t know, I only talk to her about work things if I can help it. I miss some of my girls from the day shifts, like, Shauna is super nice and has this really warm smile.”

“Feel like she’s the hospital granny.” Y/N smiles. “I like her a lot too, the few interactions I’ve had with her.”

“How long do you think they’ll keep you on the night shift for?”

“I have no idea, think I’m just paying my dues as the new doctor. I’m getting more used to it, it’s not too bad. If it goes through summer I can drag my bum to the beach and sleep there.” She laughs and so does he.

“Might have to join you for that, I love getting a good tan.”

“It’s a date.” She says, more so as a joke, but from the way he looks at her he may have taken it a different way, so she clears her throat and laughs it off. “Anyways, I better get back to it. Nothing worse than being in the middle of eating and the beeper going off.” She stands up. “Have a good one, Harry.”

“You too.” He watches her walk away, and he sighs.

//

On Halloween, Y/N goes in a few hours early because she was told they let the kids go around the halls to the different nurse’s stations to trick or treat, and she really didn’t want to miss out on it. She puts on her witches earrings, and some spooky pins for her coat, and out she goes. She stops off at the store to buy some extra candy, and puts it in a pumpkin shaped bucket. She smiles when she sees Harry behind the desk already in his Halloween scrubs.

“Excellent effort.” He says, and then taps his finger over his mouth in thought. “Could use a little something extra, though.”

“Yeah? Like what?” She sets the candy down on the desk and he walks around it.

“Follow me.” Y/N follows Harry into the breakroom, and he pulls a bag out of his locker. He has her go into the unisex bathroom wither, and she sits up on the counter for him. “I’m working a double today, I did some face painting earlier for some of the younger kids. Sort of a way to give them a costume for when they walk around.”

“Harry, why don’t you just solely work in pediatrics?”

“Because I did some face painting for the elderly too, now hush. I need to concentrate.”

He takes what looks like a black sharpie out of the bag, but Y/N recognizes it as liquid eye-liner.

“What exactly are you going to do with that? Give me cat eyes?” She chuckles.

“No, you dolt, we’d need hours for that. I’m just gonna draw a little spider web on your cheek, alright?”

“Okay.”

Harry had never been this close to her face before. She got a nice whiff of his cologne, and she liked being able to see the few freckles he had. She notices now he’s painted his nails black and orange, he must really like Halloween. She closes her eyes as he starts drawing on her right cheek. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. A slight gasp leaves her lips when his other hand grips her chin to tilt her head.

“Still just me, don’t worry.” He chuckles. “Don’t get jumpy on me.”

“M’not, sorry.” She sucks her lips into her mouth as his hand moves to the side of her neck. Y/N may or may not be a little touch starved.

“Almost done.” He says just as she was opening her eyes back up.

“Harry, has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

“Shut up.” He scoffs, and finishes up. “All done, tell me what you think.”

“I mean it!” She says as he backs away enough for her to hop off the counter and turn around in the mirror. “Oh, excellent job. I especially like that you drew a little spider dangling from the web.”

“It’s my signature detail. Now you look perfect.” They look at each other through the mirror. “We should probably get out of here before someone thinks we’re boning.”

She bursts out laughing at that.

“Good one.” She says and shakes her head.

“It wasn’t that funny.” He mutters as he puts the bag back in his locker.

“N-no, it wasn’t.” She clears her throat. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” He nudges her shoulder and they walk back out to the main area.

The trick or treating was a lot of fun, and the kids seemed to have their spirits lifted. Then shit got real when the drunk people started coming in, the people the police had to bring in for psych evaluations, and the people that had too many edibles. It was crazy busy, Y/N had been running around all night. She was given the okay to go lay down for about thirty minutes since she had come in early. She stops short when she sees Harry laying in one of the bunks. He was laying on his side with his arms crossed over his chest. She quietly slips into one of the other bunks, and takes a deep breath.

“You’re awfully loud.” He says.

“Christ! I was quieter than a mouse!” She says, and turns to face him. He opens his eyes and grins at her. “Ah, you were just fucking with me.”

“Obviously.”

“Busy out there tonight. I mean, I expected it, but still.”

“I know.” He yawns and stretches out. “I’ve been in here too long, I need to go back out before I get groggy.” He swings his legs over the side of the bed and slowly gets up. “Have a nice snooze.”

“Thanks.” She chews her bottom lip for a moment. “Do you have any makeup wipes? I’d hate to wake up with a smudged web.”

“Oh, sure, one second.” He leaves momentarily and comes back in with a wipe for her cheek. Instead of handing it to her, he sits on the edge of her bunk, cups one of her cheeks in his hand, and uses the other to carefully wipe off the drawing. Her eyes flutter closed and she sighs. “There.” Her eyes open back up and she smiles softly at him.

“Thank you.”

There was something brewing between them, they could both feel it. He’s about to lean in to kiss her, but he hears the click of the door open, and stands up immediately. It was another doctor who was I desperate need of a snooze. Harry leaves, and Y/N tries to relax enough to fall asleep.

They don’t see each other again until the morning when they’re both getting ready to leave. He chews on his inner cheek, trying to work up a little bit of courage.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sure you’re probably tired, but…I have these, uh, pancake stencils where you can make pancakes look like pumpkins or ghosts…I thought maybe we could celebrate surviving Halloween together, but I’ll understand if you’re ready to just crash or-“

“I’d love to have breakfast with you.” She smiles as she closes her locker. “I’m gonna go home and shower. Text me your address, yeah?”

“Alright.” He smiles and watches her walk out.

//

Y/N takes a very quick shower so she can freshen up. She wasn’t sure what might go down between them. She felt like she was getting to be a little too old to just be hooking up with someone, but Harry was really great, so she decides to just go with the flow. She heads to his flat after he sent her his address, making sure to buy some orange juice as something to bring over.

He lets her in and she can’t get over how cozy he looks in his sweatpants, graphic tee, and cardigan. She was in a pair of leggings and a sweater.

“It smells so good in here.” She says.

“Thanks, I made some tea too if you want something warm.”

She nods and he pours her a cup. They giggle over the pancakes, and Harry confirms that Halloween is definitely one of his favorite holidays. The two decide it might be fun to watch a Halloween movie, but naturally after a long sift, they fall asleep together on his sofa. She was nestled into his chest with his arms wrapped around her. She would have slept longer, but she woke up to the sound of him snoring. She shuffles a little, but accidentally knees him in the groin, waking up immediately.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize I was laying on you like this.”

“It’s fine.” He says as he reaches for himself. “I’m good.” He knuckles at one of his eyes, keeping his other arm around her. He looks at the TV screen and sees that something else had come on. “Slept through the movie…”

“Guess we got a little too comfy.” She looks up at him. “Forgot how nice it was to cuddle with someone.” She mumbles tiredly.

“We could…go to my bed if you want, have a proper cuddle.”

“Would you spoon me if we do that?”

“Yeah, if that’s what you want.”

She nods yes, so he manages to pick her up, and carry her to his bedroom. She almost didn’t want to let go him when he sets her down, but all is good once he slides in next to her, pulls the blankets over them, and he wraps himself around her. She sighs as his pelvis aligns with her bum, and his arm wraps around her waist.

“Good?” He asks.

“Mhm.” She wiggles against him to get even more comfortable.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not.”

“Because I’ll get excited, and that’ll make things awkward.”

“Define excited.”

“You know exactly what I mean, Y/N.” He sighs.

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’ll get hard, and it’s already difficult enough to control that around you, so-“

“You can press it against me if you want, I don’t mind.” She looks over her shoulder at him.

“You’re serious?”

“If I wasn’t I certainly wouldn’t have let you carry me to your bed.” She rolls onto her other side to face him. “I like being your friend and all, but I’ve done this with someone who’s just a friend before. I…I feel like we almost kissed earlier…”

“We did. Can we try again now?”

“Please.”

His hand slides to the back of her neck and he pulls her closer to him. His lips still tasted like the syrup they put on their pancakes, and she likes it more than she really should. Her tongue swipes along his bottom lip, and he opens up for her. Their tongues swirl around each other, and she tugs him on top of her as she turns onto her back. One of his legs goes between hers, and she grunts when she feels his thigh right on her. She wraps her arms around his neck as their tongues still mold together.

She slips her other leg around his waist so he could lay full between her. He groans into her mouth as he grinds himself against her. A soft moan leaves her lips when she feels how hard he is. She could feel herself throbbing for him. He sits up a little, just to get his cardigan off, and her hands slide up his stomach under his shirt. He shudders from her touch, and he just takes his shirt off too. Her eyes widen as she can finally look over his tattoos.

“This is beautiful.” She says as her fingers trace over the butterfly on his torso.

“Thanks.” He smiles and gets back down to lay on her chest to chest as he kisses her.

He kisses from her lips, along her jaw, and to her neck, all while she’s grinding herself against him. One of his hands finds her hair and he yanks her head to the side so he can get better access to her neck. He licks over the spot just below her ear, and he sinks his teeth in. He sucks on her soft skin, and her mouth falls open. She normally wasn’t super into biting, but whatever he was doing felt really good. When he pops off her she puts her hand over the new bruise.

“That’s definitely gonna leave a mark.” She says to him.

“Kind of the whole point.” He smirks. “Maybe Dr. Gilles will leave you alone if he thinks you’re already getting it from someone else.”

“Not very professional though, is it?”

“That nice white coat of yours will cover it. Wear your hair down for a few days, no one will notice. Or maybe they will, oh well. I’ve never much cared what other people think.”

“That’s because you’re not the one walking around with a mark on your neck.” She pouts at him.

“I could be if you wanted to give me one.”

She bites her bottom lip to contemplate just about every little thing that’s going on between them. She had her legs around him, she was in his bed, and he was shirtless sucking marks into her neck.

“Are…are you going to fuck me?” She asks.

“Do you want me to?”

“Kinda.” She giggles. “You’re, um, really sexy, Harry.”

“Well, that’s very nice of you to say, but ‘kinda’ isn’t exactly a yes, Y/N.”

“Could we maybe just…touch each other? Below the belt?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

He rolls them both over so they’re on their sides facing each other again, and he pulls her leg up over his hip. She reaches for him first, skimming her fingers along the band of his sweatpants before dipping her fingers him. His breath hitches as she palms him over his boxers.

“You’re okay with this?” She asks him.

“Very.” He grunts. “Go for it.”

She nods and slips her hand inside his boxers, wrapping her hand around his warm cock. She bites her bottom lip as she runs her thumb over his tip, which was already leaking precome, and she slides it down his length.

His hand grips her ass before sliding it around to her front, and pulling her leggings back so he can get his hand in. A moan leaves his lips when he feels her wetness through her thong. He pets over at first, teasing her a little, but she squeezes him a little too tight, and that was signal enough to get the show on the road. He tugs her thong to the side, and runs his fingers along her slit before dipping his middle finger inside her. She squeezes around the intrusion, and then she relaxes a bit for him.

Harry slides another finger inside her, and works them in and out as his thumb takes care of her clit. He leans in to kiss her as they work each other over. She sucks on his bottom lip as she pumps his slick cock in her hand. He finds himself bucking into her grasp, but neither seem to care since she was grinding against his fingers. He curls them up inside her, and that’s when she starts breathing heavily.

“Oh, shit.” Her mouth falls open and she starts pumping him faster. “Fuck, oh my god, H-Harry, it feels so good, don’t stop.” She was nearly gagging for it, and it shocked him to see her falling apart like this just from him fingering her.

“Y/N.” He moans and presses his forehead to hers. “I’m gonna come.”

“M-me too, shit.”

She feels her hand become warm and sticky as she comes around his fingers. She tightens around him to make it last as long as possible, and then she catches breath. She doesn’t want to make a mess of his sweat pants, so she takes her hand out slowly, keeping as much of his come in her palm as she can. They make eye contact, and she licks her palm clean. He does the same by sucking his fingers into his mouth.

“You’re, like, a little kinky.” She chuckles and so does he.

“You literally just did the same as me!”

“I was trying not to make a mess of your sheets!”

“I can wash ‘em.” He laughs more, and then tucks some hair behind her ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking you like me a little more than I thought.”

“A lot more, actually. You like me too?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “I like you, Harry.”

“Thank god, I didn’t want this to be awkward at work.”

“Just don’t try to get busy with me in the bunk room. I will not contribute to that.”

“Listen, when you’re tired and desperate, it’s not such a bad place to get frisky.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” She rolls her eyes. “Could I use your bathroom quick? And then if you don’t mind, I would actually love to sleep a bit more.”

“Of course! And yeah, that sounds good.”

She uses his bathroom, and he cleans himself up. He offers some pajama pants a tee shirt, and she happily accepts. She changes and crawls back into bed with him. He spoons her, and rubs at her side, giving her a kiss once in a while on the back of her neck. As she falls asleep in his arms she thinks she had never been so thankful to work on a holiday in her life.

[lostcoves]

ft. taishiro toyomitsu (fatgum) x gn!reader

genre: angst with a bittersweet ending 

wc & warnings: 1.7k | hospitals, blood, bus crash, alcohol, drunk!(y/n)

premise: your first day in university of tokyo hospital’s emergency room is surely a day to remember.

note: my contribution to @instantnuma​’s love hospital collab! i had a blast writing this piece as someone who comes from generations of medical personnel! hope you all enjoy!

university of tokyo hospital, home to some of the most renowned minds in the medical profession.

and somehow you ended up here as an intern in their emergency department.

why the emergency room of all places? couldn’t they have assigned you to pediatrics?! you loved kids! kids were cute! why did it have to be the emergency room?

you panicked easily, ironic for someone who just graduated medical school to pursue a career in medicine. at least, you weren’t a surgeon. you knew your limits.

you hovered by the nurse’s station, unsure what to do. you were supposed to meet your attending, dr. toyomitsu. yet, they were nowhere to be seen.

damnit, did my attending really flake on my first day? you thought to yourself, shuffling a bit by the nurse station.

BAM! the doors of the emergency room swung open, revealing a large blond handsome man performing cpr on the person attached to the stretcher. the paramedics wheeled the wounded in and the handsome man began shouting orders.

“kirishima, i need fifteen milligrams of morphine, stat! get me some wrap for this sucking chest wound, too!” the man commanded the room with an iron fist.

you couldn’t help but watch in all, as the handsome man treated the patient’s wound. a spiky redhead- you assumed to be kirishima- appeared behind you with morphine and wrap, securing the patient’s wound while nurses hooked the patient up to the machines.

“page the OR, amajiki. this man is gonna need major surgery,” the handsome man directed an indigo haired man. the other man- amajiki- got on the phone and informed the operating room of the patient.

you could only stand in awe, as the patient was whisked away into surgery. you slowly clapped at the heroism of the man before you, “sir, that was—”

“all in a day’s work,” he answered with a lopsided grin.

“your clothes, though..” you pointed out the man’s blood soaked shirt and pants. he shrugged it off and commented, “i’ll be changing into my scrubs anyway.”

“scrubs? you’re a doctor?” well, duh he was a doctor. why else would the medical personnel listen to him?

“yup! i’m doctor taishiro toyomitsu! but everyone calls me dr. fats!” he exclaimed, extending a hand to you.

your eyes widened at his name, “you- you’re my boss! i’m doctor (l/n), (y/n) (l/n). i just graduated form medical school.”

“ah! my new intern, great!” he was such a positive ball of energy. you just realized that he towered over you, now that he was off the stretcher. what a big fellow! he then added to you, “lemme introduce you to my residents. they’ll be here to help you out, as well.”

dr. toyomitsu gestured to the redhead and indigo haired duo from earlier, “this is doctor eijiro kirishima, second year resident, and doctor tamaki amajiki, fourth year resident.”

the redhead- kirishima- waved excitedly at you, “it’s good to meet you, dr. (l/n)! welcome to the team!”

the indigo haired man- amajiki- hung his head low, “uh huh.. good to have you on- on the team.”

“now that introductions are out of the way!” dr. toyomitsu grabbed a white coat off the coat rack, “let’s get to work, folks.”

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you collapsed in the on call room, exhausted and sweaty from the past eleven hours of your first shift. suture after suture, panicky parent after panicky parent.. god, why did you make emergency medicine your second choice after pediatrics?

“hey,” dr. toyomitsu took a seat next to you in the on call room, “sucks that your first day was a twelve hour shift, huh?”

“i haven’t been this exhausted since last year’s finals,” you grumbled.

dr. toyomitsu laughed, “you’re funny.”

“i am?” you questioned.

“you are,” he paused, “what made you decide to choose emergency medicine as your speciality?”

“they ran out of openings for internships with pediatrics,” you replied honestly.

“okay so what made emergency medicine your second choice?” dr. toyomitsu reframed the question.

you pondered on it– you didn’t think you had a really good answer– so you decided to speak from the heart.

“emergency medicine is crucial for saving lives and i wanna save as many lives as possible,” you answered. dr. toyomistu sensed your sincerity and gave you a smile, “and i’m sure you will achieve just that but be aware.. sometimes you can’t save everyone.”

you opened your mouth to respond when dr. toyomistu’s pager went off. he checked the device and leapt to his feet, “bus crash. all hands on deck! you wanna save as many lives as possible? now it’s time for you to prove it.”

you sat up and ran after dr. toyomitsu into the emergency room, horrified by the scene before you. so many injured, some strapped to stretchers and others dragging themselves inside. 

“doctor! we got a red!” a paramedic hollered to you. you rushed over to the stretcher and yelled, “what do we got?!”

“female, age seven! possible internal bleeding and multiple fractures!” the second paramedic exclaimed. you stared down at the little girl and froze. she was so small, caked in blood and her dress in ruins. god, no. she was too young, too young and innocent.

“doctor, we need to act fast!” the first paramedic shouted.

“yes!” tears stained the little girl’s dress, “get me an iv and a cocktail of vitamin k, plasma, blood, and platelets! stat!”

a trio of nurses ran over with the supplies and hooked the girl up to an iv, administering the cocktail into her body. you checked her vitals and sighed in relief, she was stable.

“we gotta find her parents, what’s her name?” you asked the paramedics.

“only form of id was on her backpack,” the second paramedic handed you the girl’s belongings. the name ‘yuki’ was sewn on with purple thread. you frowned, “get the cops and child protective services. we need to find her family.”

“i’ll do that,” one of nurses spoke up.

“thank you,” you turned your attention back to the unconscious girl. you gently stroked her fine black hair, “we’re gonna find your family, kiddo. i promise.”

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all the living injured were treated after three hours. your heart hardened from the sight of doctors having to inform family members that their loved ones didn’t make it. but your mind kept wandering to little yuki. you had to find her family.

“any word on your kid’s missing family?” dr. toyomitsu took you aside, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. you shook your head and answered, “i’m scared that they were on the bus with her and.. and..” you sniffled, you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“come here,” you and dr. toyomitsu embraced, tears flowing freely from your (e/c) eyes. you wanted yuki to return home safe, that was all you wanted for her. you and dr. toyomitsu ended the hug, you staring up at the attending with sad eyes, “thank you.”

“of course,” he answered before checking his watch, “looks like we’re off the clock. wanna grab a drink?”

“sure, i could use one after day,” you sighed. the two of you went your separate ways to change clothes before meeting outside the hospital’s entrance. dr. toyomitsu looked good in a fresh change of clothes.

“i wanna praise you for surviving your first day on the job,” dr. toyomitsu mused aloud when you both arrived at the bar, “most interns don’t make it to hour ten, much less the whole shift. plus, the way you handled the bus crash cases, i applaud you.”

“well, don’t,” you grumbled, “i froze up when it came to yuki.”

“but she didn’t die,” he countered.

“she almost did,” you fired back with a glare.

dr. toyomitsu’s expression softened, “okay. maybe you did freeze up but what’s important is that you didn’t freeze up for too long.”

“i guess..” you waved down the bartender and ordered a rum and cola. 

“you’ll have a better day tomorrow. i can already sense it,” the handsome doctor commented to you. you laughed bitterly and exhaled, “one can only hope so,” before downing your rum and cola.

“i wish- i wish i could be like you,” you hiccuped, three rum and colas in. dr. toyomitsu, on the other hand, was five drinks in and holding it well. he raised an eyebrow at you and asked, “what do you mean?”

“you.. you’re so confident and cool!” you giggled, “like a superhero! and you’re hot, sooooo hot!”

dr. toyomitsu blushed at your words but he chalked it up to you being drunk, “thank you, dr. (l/n). that makes a lot to me.”

“of course!” you playfully nudged him, “but we’re off- off the clock! call me (y/n)! okie dokie? i’m (y/n)!”

“okay, (y/n). only if you call me taishiro.”

“okayyyyy, taishirooooo!”

time seemed to fly, as you drunkenly interacted with your boss. you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the atmosphere but you felt your inhibitions slip away. taishiro had to cut you off after drink number five, not wanting you to get sick from the alcohol. 

“lemme get you a cab,” taishiro took you outside the bar and called you a cab.

“i don’t wanna leave you!” you whined. 

“you’ll see me tomorrow,” he chuckled.

loopy, you grabbed onto taishiro for stability and slammed your lips sloppily against his. taishiro tensed up from the kiss and pulled away.

“i’m sorry,” you hiccuped, tears in your eyes, “i’m drunk.”

“that you are,” he agreed.

“i’m so scared for yuki.

“i know. i am, too.”

a long pause.

“i wanna kiss you again.”

another pause.

“i wanna kiss you, too.”

so the two of you kissed, logic and reason out the window. taishiro’s lips tasted like candy, oh how you loved the taste. you pulled away from the kiss for air and smiled.

“see you tomorrow.”

“see yah, (y/n).”

maybe you two could kiss again when neither of you were drunk.

[storyofmychoices]

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Get Back Up

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (OC)

Book: Open Heart (Book 3, Chapter 6--new scene) Word Count: <700

Synopsis: After freezing during surgery, Bryce is nervous to get back into the OR, especially when his next patient is a young girl. *Fluff* *Olivia is an OC and a pediatric resident at Edenbrook.

A/N: Just a quick drabble, not really edited or revised. I own any and all mistakes.

"Maybe you should ask, Dr. Calais." Bryce handed the chart back to her without any consideration of their contents. 

"Bryce." Olivia placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "It'll be okay."

He clamped his hand over his scalpel hand as it began to tremble. "I just can't." He hadn't been back in the O.R. since freezing during the carotid endarterectomy the previous day. 

"I believe in you." Her fingers softly caressed his forearm. "It's an atrial septal defect repair."

"On a kid, Liv." He turned away and pumped his fist against the wall. 

"On a kid whose life you'll help save," she insisted, rubbing his back tenderly. "You've done them before and on kids, too! You can do this."

He ran his fingers deliberately back and forth through his hair, shaking his head to the sides as he gazed into the young girl's room. 

Alisa rested on the bed in her mother's arms, doodling in her coloring book. Her emerald eyes filled with innocence and wonder. Despite being in a hospital, surrounded by wires and beeping noises, she never let it get to her. She greeted each doctor and nurse with the biggest smile. Her soft freckles seemed to glow with her joy. She lived up to her name—great happiness; he couldn't risk taking that from her. 

"What if it goes wrong?" He whispered.

"What if it goes right?" She turned into him, attempting to get him to meet her gaze. "You're not your mistakes, Bryce. You're the best surgeon I know and the only one I trust Alisa's life with." Sensing his resistance, she continued. "When you were surfing, did you ever fall?"

"Of course."

"Did you stay down? Or, did you get back up and try again? Life is about taking chances." 

He nodded, considering her words. The cool ocean spray brushed against his cheek as he thought back to his time in the water. Even when he fell, even when it hurt, the water was there to catch him and keep him afloat. Yesterday in the OR, he had no safety net. He felt like he was drowning, and he couldn't catch his breath.

"I know you blame yourself. I know freezing under pressure isn't something the Great Bryce Lahela is used to, but you're only human. One mistake doesn't change who you are. Get back up. She needs you."

A subtle smile pulled at his lips at a new realization. "Okay."

"You'll do it?"

Bryce took the chart from her hand, opening it to look over her most recent vitals and scans. He glanced up at Alisa, who met his gaze and gave him a cheerful wave through the window. "I'll do it."

"You'll do great."

He nodded, trying not to let his ego get the best of him again.

Later...

"How come we haven't heard anything?" Alisa's mom paced in the waiting room. 

"I'm sure we'll hear soon. We have to have patience," Olivia reassured her.

"Her surgery was supposed to be over 45 minutes ago," her voice wavered, tears filling her eyes. "You don't think something happened, do you?"

"Alisa is in good hands. Dr. Lahela is the best surgeon I know." Olivia placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay."

She buried her face in her hands, leaning forward on her knees, trying to find comfort in the doctor's words.

"Mrs. Raines," Bryce's smooth voice pulled the attention of both women.

"Yes? Is Alisa alright?" She moved quickly to his side. 

"The repair was slightly more extensive than any of the pre-surgical scans indicated," he began calmly. "But, the surgery went well without major complications. She's in recovery right now. She’s going to be just fine. I can take you to her if you'd like." 

"Yes, please! Thank you!" Mrs. Raines threw her arms around Bryce's neck. "Thank you for saving my daughter."

"You're welcome." Bryce's gaze met Olivia's, and they shared a warm smile. He had realized earlier that she was his safety net. Like the ocean, she always caught him and supported him when he fell. And, he knew she always would. He gestured toward the door. "If you'll follow me, we can go see Alisa." 

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@tyrils-star​ ; @lilyoffandoms​ ; 

Bryce: @burnsoslow​​​ ; @callmeellabella​​​ ; @ariondevereux​​​ ; @ofpixelsandscribbles​​​ ; @nyastarlight​​​ ;  @superharriet​​​ ; @jamespotterthefirst​​​ ; @brycessgirl​​​ ; @kat-tia801​​​ ; @anotherbeingsworld​​​ ;​

Bryce, Not confirmed (after this post you will be dropped from my tags, no hard feelings! If you ever want back on, all you need do is ask :    @thearianam ; @mvalentine​  ; @rookie-ramsey ; @missmiimiie;; @adrianadmirer ; @bitchloveskcbaseball​ ;  @doriansapprentice​

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Strangers (Part 4)

Summary: Sam has returned into Dean’s life for some reason and the reader is there to try and help Dean through having Sam around again...

Masterlist

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x patient!reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language, mention of surgery/injury

A/N: I hope you enjoy!

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“Hi,” said Sam, giving you a quick wave. He stared at Dean who was already on his feet. “I need a place to crash for the night. If that’s okay.”

“What happened to the apartment, you were sharing with that girl, Jessica.”

“She died a few years ago,” he said.

“You kill her?” asked Dean. You got up, still holding your box of swiss rolls and Sam frowned. “You’ve been out of touch for three years. It’s not an unreasonable question.”

“I didn’t kill her,” said Sam. “I saw...it was a serial arsonist. I saw who did it and he ran with a bad group. I’ve been in witness-”

“Witness protection? Are you serious? I’m the fucking easter bunny while we’re at it,” said Dean.

“De, I think he’s telling the truth,” you said, nodding towards him. “He’s obviously upset.”

“You’ve been in witness protection? This whole time?”

“Yes,” said Sam. “Things have been happening lately. A lot of things. These guys are no longer a problem so I can come home. Except for the fact I don’t have a home anymore and had to drop out of college.”

“I filed a missing persons report on you.”

“I know.”

“I hung up flyers, search parties, fundraisers.”

“I know.”

“I drove to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night because I thought I got a tip about you.”

“That was me. I had to relocate after that.”

“I looked for you for so long. Even when mom and dad gave up, I didn’t. There was no foul play but the cops told us it was unlikely we’d ever find you. You probably walked out and didn’t want to be found. I was so angry at you. They told us you were dead cause someone hurt you or you walked away. Those are two very different things,” said Dean. You dropped the box on the couch and grabbed his hand, Dean pinching his nose with his other. 

“I can leave if you want,” said Sam.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” said Dean. You rubbed his back and he walked over, giving his brother a hug.

“Finally got a girlfriend?” teased Sam as he returned it.

“You two are gonna get along great. You can swap stories,” laughed Dean. “Oh, I need a drink. Also how’d you get in my house?”

“My handler had a key made. They took it from your locker at the hospital,” he said.

“Lovely.”

“I know it sounds…” said Sam as he glanced at you. 

“Crazy is kind of our thing,” you said. “I’m Y/N.”

“You look familiar,” he said.

“My ex boyfriend tried to kill me. With bleach. In my drink.”

“Oh yeah. He was fucking nuts,” said Sam.

“Yup. That’s been our fun for the evening,” you said. “He got out. He’s dead now. It’s fine. Better than fine cause I’m gonna eat a whole box of swiss rolls and not feel bad about that.”

“Yeah, I will get along with you just fine,” said Sam, giving Dean a look. “Not sure about you though. I wanted to-”

“S’okay,” he said. “I’m just...happy you don’t hate me after all.”

“I wanted to call you so many times. It was too dangerous though. I couldn’t put you in that position,” said Sam.

“I’m getting kind of used to that,” said Dean. Sam smiled and you walked over to them both. 

“I crashed date night, didn’t I,” he said.

“Just a bit,” said Dean.

“Well I am really happy to meet Dean’s little brother,” you said, giving him a hug. “You don’t mind if Sam hangs out with us, right?”

“No, never. As long as you’re cool with it,” said Dean. 

“Of course,” you said.

“I appreciate it but honestly I’m wrecked. I could use with a shower and a bed,” said Sam.

“The guest room is right down the hall,” said Dean, pointing the way. “You hungry?”

“Nah. I’ll keep out of your guys hair,” said Sam. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem,” said Dean. Sam started to head for the hallway when Dean grabbed his arm. “I’m really happy you’re home, Sammy.”

“Me too.”

He smiled before he left, Dean taking a deep breath as he locked up the front door again.

“So you got a brother,” you said.

“Yeah. I probably should have brought him up at some point,” said Dean. You shrugged and rested your hands on his hips, Dean smiling softly. “I thought he was dead.”

“I’m glad he’s not,” you said. “I’m gonna have to back out on the being roommates thing though.”

“What?” he asked.

“Sam needs it way more than I do. I can stick around my parents until my apartment is ready. Seriously, it’s okay. He’s gonna need a lot of help. Trust me. He’s gonna want you,” you said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. My parents aren’t that bad. Someday we can be roommates though?” you said.

“Okay. I’ll take a raincheck for now,” he smiled. 

“Tonight’s not so bad,” you said. He nodded and you pulled him close to your body, Dean’s arms wrapping lazily around you. “You doing okay?”

“I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, the most terrified I’ve ever been in my life and the most relieved I’ve ever been in my life tonight. I honestly don’t know where to begin,” said Dean.

“I got a box of chocolate with your name on it that might be a good place to start.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” he said. “You okay too?”

“My night’s ending on a good note. I’m good Dean. Let’s get back to our date. I was in the middle of cuddling you if I remember.”

One Week Later

“Howdy handsome,” you said, the elevator doors at the hospital opening to Dean standing there in his navy scrubs.

“Gorgeous,” he said, giving you a quick kiss as he stepped on. “You already have your follow up with Mace?”

“Yeah. I am progressing well I guess. We’re switching my immunosuppressant to try something that doesn’t make me as tired and won’t make me as susceptible to illness,” you said.

“That’s good. I know you’re on the strong stuff right now. Mace is pretty good about finding the right med combo by the second or third try,” he said. “Transplant meds are tricky.”

“I’ve learned. How’s your day going?” you asked. “Saving lives?”

“Easy going day. Took out some tonsils on a teenager, did an appendectomy on a toddler, did a bone reset on a kid that broke her leg. Nothing they won’t all recover from 100% percent.”

“That sounds good,” you said. “When do you get off?”

He snickered and you whacked his arm.

“Such a boy,” you said.

“I have one more surgery for the day but I’m heading home after that. Our parents are coming into town. They’ve been in Florida cause their vacation plans got screwed up with the pandemic last year so they rescheduled and of course it’s this week and there’s tropical storms so they can’t get a flight out and they finally are getting home today. It’s been a nightmare. I’m supposed to cook dinner so that’ll go wonderfully.”

“You’re a good cook!” you said as the doors opened and you walked with him down the hall. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. They excited to see Sam?”

“Yeah. They feel bad about...they thought he was dead. Like it hasn’t been long enough to legally declare him that way but they were going to. I’ve always had a somewhat tense relationship with my dad. We fought a lot about Sam after he disappeared.”

“I think no matter what happened before, dinner’s gonna go good for you guys tonight,” you said.

“You’re coming right?” he asked. 

“You want me to?”

“Yeah. I...you make me feel...safe,” he said as he stopped walking. You smiled and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together. “You don’t have-”

“I’d love to. I really like Sam and I want to be there for you. I like that I make you feel safe, makes me feel good,” you said. He rubbed the back of his neck but you caught the smile on his face. You gave him another kiss, a whistle coming from further down the hall.

“Get a room, Winchester,” said a guy as he walked by with a laugh.

“Better be a soundproof room,” you said, the guy stopping in his tracks.

“Okay, I approve of this one,” the guy chuckled. Dean rolled his eyes but he was biting down a laugh.

“Y/N, this is RN. Lafetite or Benny as well call him. He’s Donna’s boyfriend,” said Dean.

“Oh yeah, she was great,” you said. “She removed my appendix.”

“That woman knows her way around a blade,” said Benny. “You had the digestive transplant done a while ago, right?”

“Yeah,” you said, Dean making a face beside you.

“Badass,” said Benny. “I worked with Mace some on you.”

“You’re a surgeon too?” you asked.

“No, no. I’m a surgical nurse,” he said.

“They’re pretty important,” said Dean. “The really good ones could perform minor surgeries themselves like Ben. I keep trying to convince Benny here to go to med school and join the rest of us.”

“Oh you know you’d miss me too much, Deano. You me and Novak are the dream team of pediatrics,” he said.

“Sure we are,” said Dean with a laugh. “Y/N and I were having a little get together on Sunday, watch a little football, food. Round up the usual suspects?”

“I can get the crew together. I’ll bring my beer dip and some of those pretzels. Very easy on the digestive system,” said Benny to you.

“That’s considerate,” you said. “It’s okay. I’m alright with most stuff. I just got to watch the grease a bit.”

“These are really not greasy at all. I’ll give you the recipe sometime,” said Benny as his phone went off. “I think we’re late for pre-op.”

“When are we not?” said Dean. “I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.”

“See you later, Dean.”

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” said Dean that night as he rushed in the house. You and Sam were working the kitchen, Dean checking the clock. “They’re gonna be here in five minutes.”

“Go wash up. Sam and I can cook a few pieces of chicken and make mashed potatoes,” you said. You were nearly finished anyways, the chicken baking away in the oven. Dean made a thud down the hall but shouted back that he was fine before you heard the bathroom door shut. “He always been a worrier?”

“Pretty much,” said Sam as he got out the plates. “He seems different. Good different. More easy going.”

“It’s all I’ve ever known from him so I don’t have much to go off of,” you said. 

“You might have something to do with it,” he said. He smiled and finished up with setting the table. “You’ve never met our parents Dean said.”

“No. We’ve only been together a few months,” you said.

“This’ll be an interesting evening then,” said Sam as the doorbell rang. He suddenly looked nervous and you rubbed a hand up and down his back.

“It’ll be okay,” you said. “Trust me.”

“I see why he likes you,” said Sam. “Here goes nothing.”

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A/N: Read Part 5 here!

[captainscanadian]

Long Way Home | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 2)

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Summary: They meet again. 

Word Count: 2200+

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Reader, Doctor!Steve Rogers, Nurse!Wanda Maximoff, Doctor!Pietro Maximoff

Warnings: Heart Disease, Hospital, Surgery. 

A/N: Give it up for another clusterfuck from yours truly. Thanks again to my dearest @dramadreamer14​ for the beta, as always. I haven’t written two parts in a day since a year ago so I got really excited to post this one. I DON’T DO TAGLISTS! Divider by @firefly-graphics​ <3

The moment he landed in Boston, Bucky Barnes decided to scratch his initial plan of heading to his new apartment, and instead took a cab from the airport to Massachusetts General Hospital. Despite the fact that he was not supposed to be starting his new job until the following week, receiving that email from Dr. Y/L/N about the Stark method patient had made him rather eager to get to work. Perhaps he was getting a little ahead of himself, but then again, he knew himself better than anyone else. There was no way he could have sat alone in his apartment for an entire week with his inherent need to operate. 

Not that he was expecting to operate immediately after he arrived at the hospital, given that the patient he had been wanting to work with was refusing surgery after all. If this patient had refused to let Tony Stark operate on her again, he knew that he would have a much more difficult time trying to convince her to let him operate on her. But Bucky was not someone who would walk away from a challenge, and this case was as challenging as it got. 

When he arrived at the hospital, he rushed inside and headed straight up to the Heart Center. He knew that he should probably check in with the new Chief of Surgery, maybe even inform him that his best friend had landed safely in Boston. But he had just been too eager to make it to his consultation, and he could see Steve when he was done. 

“Hi, I’m looking for Dr. Y/L/N’s office.” Bucky greeted the red haired woman at the Nurses’ Desk with a rather polite smile. 

Wanda Maximoff raised her eyebrow at the man who had just approached her, rolling her eyes as she was pulled away from her emails to give him directions. “I’m sorry, who?” She asked, as  the only Dr. Y/L/N she knew did not work here at the Heart Center. 

“Dr. Y/N Y/L/N? She requested a consult with me this afternoon. She should be expecting me.” He replied. “I’m Dr. James Barnes. I’m the new Chief of Cardio.”

The moment those words slipped through his mouth, Wanda found herself rising from her seat. “O-Oh… you’re… you’re the man of the house. I’m so sorry!” She was certain that he wasn’t supposed to be starting until next week. Had he come here incognito to spy on the department before he was going to take charge? No, that couldn’t be possible. He had just told her his name. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s… it’s just been a long day. My apologies, Dr. Barnes.” 

Bucky let out a soft chuckle at her words and shook his head. “Hey, it’s no problem. I know I shouldn’t be here for a few days, but Dr. Y/L/N requested an emergency consult. Do you know where I can find her?”

“Um…” The nurse bit down on her bottom lip for a moment, not knowing how to break this to him. “Dr. Y/L/N doesn’t work here.” 

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean, she doesn’t work here at the Heart Center.” She clarified. “Dr. Y/L/N is the Director of Neonatal Surgery. She runs the Newborn Developmental Follow-Up Clinic next door.” 

Bucky’s eyes grew wide at the response. “What?” 

First things first, it came as a surprise to him that a neonatal surgeon had requested a consult with him. After all, he specialized in Adult Congenital Heart Diseases, so naturally he was equipped to run Tony’s department following his retirement. Second of all, why was a neonatal surgeon requesting a consult for an adult patient? 

“You’ll be able to find her in the Blake Building next door. Would you like me to direct you there?” Wanda asked. “It’s not a long walk from here…” 

“Uh… no, I think I got it.” Bucky smiled politely at the woman. “But I would appreciate it if you could direct me to my office.” He was here, after all. He might as well get started with work. 

“Oh yes, of course.” She nodded, sitting back down in her seat. “Just give me one moment. I’ll just need to activate your key card and get you to sign a bunch of paperwork. Dr. Rogers gave me special instructions on which photo of yours to use for your profile.” 

Bucky let out a rather exhausted sigh. “Oh did he really?” He asked before shaking his head. 

“He said you insisted.” 

He leaned against the counter before shaking his head once again. “That punk.” 

“Is it true that you both attended Columbia together?” Wanda asked, rather curiously. “Word travels fast around this hospital.” 

“Yeah, we did. We grew up together, actually. I’ve known him since I was twelve years old.” He replied. 

“It’s amazing, isn’t it? Knowing someone when you’re a kid, and then having to work with them when you’re adults?” She remarked, closing her emails for a moment so that she could activate Dr. Barnes’ key card. 

“What makes you say that?” He asked, curiously. “Because you do sound like you’re speaking from experience.” 

“My fraternal twin, he works as a pediatric cardiologist. You'd think I'd gotten rid of him once I graduated from nursing school. But he went off to med school, and came back to work right here in this department. It’s quite the humbling experience." She explained, chuckling softly. “I know a thing or two about working with your best friend, but working for your best friend? I don’t know if I can help you with that, doc.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He nodded, laughing softly. “You know, I never got your name.”

“Wanda Maximoff.” 

“A pleasure to meet you, Wanda.” 

Following the formalities that needed to be completed before he could be let into his office, Dr. James Barnes eventually found himself logging onto his office computer and searching up a certain ‘Dr. Y/N Y/L/N’. 

Her employee profile on the hospital’s website stated that she was a triple board certified Neonatal Surgeon, and the Director of Neonatal Surgery. He had come across a series of articles on congenital heart diseases she had published in the medical journal within the last few years. Her LinkedIn profile mentioned that she had attended Harvard Medical School, and graduated Summa Cum Laude. 

As impressive as her credentials were, what caught his attention was not any of her accomplishments. It was the photo of her on her profile, and the familiarity that he felt upon seeing her eyes. For a moment, Bucky wondered if there was a time when their paths would have crossed. Perhaps, they had met at a conference of some sort, given that they both specialized in congenital heart diseases. But then again, if they had met recently, he would remember her, wouldn’t he? 

But as he pondered about where he would have met Dr. Y/L/N, he was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on his door. 

“Come in.” Bucky called out, quickly closing all of his tabs. 

Steve Rogers stepped into his best friend’s office with a rather disappointed look on his face. “What in the goddamn world are you doing here, ya jerk?” 

“Nice to see you too, punk.” He chuckled, rising from his seat to pull him into an embrace. “I was going to come by your office, but I’ve got to head out for a consult in a bit.”

“A consult? Already?” Steve raised his brow. “Buck, you don’t start until next week.” 

“Says who?”

“Says me.” 

“You’re not the boss of me.” He rolled his eyes, even though he knew that Steve was indeed his boss. 

“Actually… I am.” He pointed out, a rather wide grin on his face. “All those years of being neck and neck with you and missing out on the ranks really paid off. I made Chief before you did, pal.” 

“Oh don’t be so full of yourself, buddy. I only took this job because you begged me to.” He reminded him. 

“Begging Is a stretch. I simply made a request.” Steve protested. “And I wanted my best friend to be closer to me.” 

“Aw you missed me, pal?” 

“Yeah, I did.” He admitted, a smile on his lips as he looked over at Bucky. “Best friends like you are rare to find, and easy to lose. Call me a sap all you want, Buck. But the last eight years haven’t been the same without you.” 

Needless to say, Steve wasn’t the only one who could say that. Someone could say that the last thirty years hadn’t been the same without him, if she even remembered him. 

Y/N’s morning had been spent doing rounds around the NICU, having barely walked around the entire floor before her feet began to ache. Two days it had been since they had started to ache, but she paid no heed to them, shrugging them off as the consequence for having stood in the OR for fifteen hours earlier that week. Unfortunately though, she knew the exact reason why her feet were aching. She was just too stubborn to accept that. 

“Pietro, I’m fine!” She exclaimed as her friend sat her down on the couch in her office and removed her shoes, noticing the swelling on her ankles before he gave her a look of utter disbelief. 

“You need to stop being so stubborn, Y/N.” He said, rather sternly. He wouldn’t yell at her, but he knew that she was being extremely negligent about her health ever since Dr. Stark had announced his retirement. “This isn’t normal, especially not for someone with a history of heart disease.” 

She knew that he was right. She knew that she was being stubborn, and that her symptoms were not normal. But with Tony retiring, she hadn’t managed to find that kind of trust in any other doctor. 

It had taken a lot of convincing on Tony’s part for her to even consider setting up a meeting with the new Chief of Cardio. But even then, she doubted if she could trust that man with her life. Perhaps her hesitance to go for surgery was not necessarily based on trust, but her own refusal to go back to the way things used to be when she had first left her hometown in Indiana and arrived in Boston at the age of five. 

Y/N Y/L/N had been a patient at Massachusetts General Hospital long before she had become the Director of Neonatal Surgery. She had spent months on end being admitted in the same Pediatrics Ward where she currently worked, missing out on her life as a normal kid even though she had been surrounded by children her own age. Her normal had been different than most people, and she refused to return to that state yet again. She had come so far, and worked so hard, to go back to that dark place. 

“I have a consultation with the Chief of Cardio later today, okay?” She assured him, as though it was progress in her eventually agreeing for surgery. “I’ll have a chat with him and see what we can do about this.” 

Surgery was out of the question for Y/N. She was not going to have anyone cut into her chest again, not with the way her last surgery had caused her a massive lifestyle change. She had given up her entire life to ensure that she was staying healthy. But if that hadn’t been enough, then what even was the point? 

“And if he suggests surgery?” Pietro questioned. “What would you do if he tells you that he needs to operate, just like Stark did?” Given her condition, even he knew that surgery was the best option. 

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it, Pietro.” She admitted, letting out a sigh of exhaustion as she leaned back against the couch. “You should get back to work. I’m just going to put my feet up for a bit.” 

God, could anyone be as stubborn as Y/N Y/L/N? Pietro Maximoff had no idea. “Okay, but don’t walk around too much. I’ll ask Romanoff if she could handle your patients for the day. Just stay in your office, okay? This isn’t a good sign.” 

“I know, I know… just go.” 

Pietro could only hope that she listened to him and stayed put in her office for the rest of the day, but it seemed that she had dozed off as he was leaving her office. 

“If the doctors don’t fix you, then I’ll become a doctor and I’ll fix you, Bambi.”

“You would be the best doctor in the whole wide world!”

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door as Y/N found herself waking up from her nap. She checked the time on her watch to see that she hadn’t been asleep for too long. That had to be Dr. Barnes, right? 

“Come on in!” She called out, quickly removing her feet from the coffee table and slipping them into her shoes. 

As Bucky walked into Dr. Y/L/N’s office, there were a thousand questions that he wanted to ask her. But not even one of them was, ‘Hey Bambi, would you let me keep my promise now?’ 

[hayjeon]

You Set My Heart on Fire 01 [M] ft. Namjoon

→ fireman!namjoon and paramedic!y/n au (warning: drunken sex, oral, etc.)  → 10k words, part 1 | part 2 | fin. → As a surgeon forced to volunteer as a paramedic in the Seoul Fire Department during an unfortunate probation incident, your one and only goal was to get to work, do your thing, and get the hell home and back to your original high-salary job. But when the SFD’s Chief is the incredibly attractive, cocky, and persistent Kim Namjoon, things start to get heated.  

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You roll your eyes, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair as the lawyer continues to lay out the demands.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you huff, glaring at the idiot gangster who’s at the other side of the room. He cringes a bit at your glare, nursing an ice pack against his bruised cheek.

“I swear, he slapped my ass! I was just retaliating!” You cry, frustrated. Your surgery chief huffs angrily at your behavior and you settle back, clenching your fists on top of the table.

The lawyer snarks back, “You also managed to cause damage to the victim’s body in the process. He’s demanding full reparations. Let’s see,” she muses, flipping through the documents spread out on the table between the both of you. “A broken nose, bruised cheekbone, fractured wrist from when he fell, and muscle strains on his lower back, and psychological damage from framing him for sexual harassment and from the physical assault. In total, it would amount the hospital to about $50,000 to cover the hospital costs and the time he would need to talk off from his job, and the continued physical and mental therapy sessions to follow for around 6 months.” She closes the file with a grin. “So, Dr. Y/N, what’s it gonna be?”

“Chief, I can’t believe we’re just losing to him!” You cry, following after Dr. Kim, who’s seething as he storms down the hall outside of the conference room.

He screeches to a halt, turning around with a glare. “Well, what do you wanna do?!” He throws his hands up in defeat, “You want to cause a whole legal issue? You know that there’s really nothing else we can do in this situation! It’s your word against his, and the video cameras only show proof of him passing by you, and then you throwing a big ass punch in his fucking face!” He cries, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples.

“Look, Dr. Y/N, you did the right thing. The fucker deserved the punch, and you threw a good one. But,” he continues, placing his glasses back on his nose and patting your shoulder, “giving him the money is the best thing we could do for both the hospital and for you. So, just, take this next month off, get the community service done and then come right back. Alright? I’ll even let you head all the interesting cases that come into the operating room.”

He sighs, and walks off, leaving you behind. You roll your eyes and run a hand through your hair, fist clenching on the brochure of community service options for doctors.

The fucker had brought his girlfriend in during your shift at the emergency room, and while she was getting stitches for a cut that she got from a building collapse, in the craze of the emergency room, he was going around touching asses. You’d heard the nurses complaining about it, about how it was just a swipe of the hand that seemed like an accident, but multiple had the same experience from the same seedy-looking jerk.

When it was your turn to go up to the patient and explain that her stitches were done and she was alright to go home, he’d come up next to you and his knuckles grazed the skin of your ass. Sick of everything, you’d pushed him back and socked him straight in the face.

Later, from the cameras though, there was no visible evidence of him touching anyone, and it was your word against the clear security camera shot of you socking him right in his big ass nose. So you open the brochure and plop down at your desk to see what options there were. There were the general ones, where you could serve and clean up at a park or volunteer at a soup kitchen, and then there was a separate page for doctors who probably just wanted to maintain their skills in the field they volunteered in. You pick up the phone.

“What?” Yugyeom asks, “Chief seriously ended up giving you a probation period for community service?” He sighs over the phone, and you roll your eyes too.

“Yeah,” you huff, “which one should I do? I should sign up today, since it might take a bit to get approved and might as well start early so I can go back to work as soon as I get all my hours finished.”

He muses, probably scanning the picture you sent him. “Hm...well look, you can go travel to Africa or Cambodia or something. It’ll be like that one drama with Song Joong Ki in it. Maybe you’ll meet a hot military general. What do you think?”

“Too far,” you complain, taking a red pen and drawing a line through it. “Also, they don’t cover air fare or housing. Maybe something more local.”

“Okay, well then what about teaching kids in elementary and high school about general first aid and health? You can maybe meet a single teacher who’s good with kids. That’s kind of hot.”

“I fucking hate kids, Yug, you know that,” you sneer, rolling your eyes and crossing out that option. “Also, why are you trying to get me laid, you should be worried about your own empty gay love life.”

He huffs, “Well, bitch, if you’re gonna be so picky why’d you call. Just take the second to last one, the medic for the fire department! It’ll be fun, I know a friend who works in the one that’s close by to the hospital, so you can just commute from there and if you guys ever end up coming to the emergency room, you’ll see all of us there too.”

You hum, scanning through the brief description: Medic for the Seoul Fire Department. In-department housing and meals provided during both on-call and working hours. Needs basic EMT and paramedic skills. Must be able to handle emergency situations calmly and communicate with safety officers.

You purse your lips, scoffing a little bit at the emergency part. “Well, if there’s something I can handle, it’s emergency.”

He laughs, “What a downgrade...from a cardio surgeon to a paramedic. Jeez, you better get out of this one quick. Just make sure not to punch anyone during duty, and you’ll be fine.”

“Shut up bitch. Let’s go clubbing tonight. I need to let some of this stress out before I get trapped in there.”

The night was lively and the drinks kept flowing. Jennie and Jackson from Health and Nutrition, Sana from pediatrics, Yugyeom and Seulgi from Cardio, and even the oh-so-popular Jaebom and Jinyoung from general surgery came out.

You were dressed in the hottest dress you could find in Seulgi’s closet, and according to Yugyeom’s apparently “gay and therefore superior opinion,” your outfit and hair and makeup were basically a “straight guy’s ticket to bonertown.”

“Legit, how could you be so gay but also talk like such a frat boy at the same time?” You sneer, taking another shot of vodka.

He sucks on his lemon, and then flashes a smile. “It’s the best combination. I pull.”

He cocks his chin to a direction behind you. “Also seems like I was right, because you’ve been pulling too. That guys been staring ever since we got to the bar.”

You turn, blurry vision settling on a handsome, leather jacket clad guy that’s sitting with two other guys at the table. He’s looking now, eyebrow cocked and lip between his teeth. He’s not usually your type, but you feel it. This, was the guy you were gonna fuck tonight.

You get up, patting Yugyeom on the arm. “Thanks, I’ll take myself home tonight.” He whistles behind you as you try your best to make your way to the guy, but suddenly your drunk ass hobbles on your Forever 21 heels, and you topple to the side. All of a sudden, there’s a strong hand gripping your upper arm and pulling you up, and an arm wrapping around your waist to offer support.

“Oh shit, miss, you alright?” A low voice sounds right next to your ear. You look up, expecting to see the leather jacket guy, but this...this was much better. This guy was dressed in only a black t-shirt tucked into blue jeans. But his simple ensemble didn’t matter. He was tall, way taller than you in your tallest heels, and he smelled so damn good. His hair was slicked up and his skin absolutely golden. He wasn’t biting his lip or doing anything to try and hook up with you, but in seconds, you were sopping wet.

No, this was the guy you were gonna fuck tonight.

“I will be,” you answer him, straightening up and pressing yourself up against him. “when you buy me a drink.”

He seems to understand what you’re getting at. He chuckles a bit, eyebrow quirking and you think it’s the hottest shit you’ve ever seen since waterproof scrubs. He helps you straighten up. “I think you’ve had enough drinks already. Can I get you some water?”

“Yes,” you breathe, but not letting go. “But only if you stay with me until I’m finished.”

He smiles, and keeps his hand on your waist as he guides you the bar and orders a cup of water. You sit on the single empty bar stool, and he stands, and you revel in the fact that even on this tall bar stool, he still stands taller than you.

You sip the water, and he leans an elbow on the bar, inches from you.

“So, what brings you stumbling into this bar?”

“I’m here with some coworkers,” you say, and he leans in closer to hear you over the loud music.

“Won’t they be looking for you?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” You pout, and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Hell no, I’m just worried.”

“Wow, and they say chivalry is dead.” You fire back, and he laughs again.

“You gonna keep laughing at my jokes or are you gonna ask me to come home with you?” You raise your brows as you sip your water, looking at him over the rim. His expression darkens, but the corner of his mouth sexily turns up.

“I might laugh a little more just to tease, I suppose. Helps build up for later.” He leans up, hand on the bar, but steps a bit closer to you this time. If you leaned up a bit, you’d kiss. He chuckles again, and you can feel his breath on your lips.

You roll your eyes, “Shut up and kiss me already.”

He smiles and leans down, other hand cradling your waist as you reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling harshly when he slides his tongue into your mouth as soon as you open up for him.

He’s a good kisser. He knows how to move his lips, knows when to pull back to leave you wanting for more, and does that thing where he stops kissing to just peck wetly at your lips before sinking in for more. Hook, line, and sinker. You’re done. “Let’s get out of here, please,” you whimper against his lips, and he smiles, straightening up.

“As you wish. Oh, also what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you shout over the music. “What about you?”

“You can call me Joon.” He smirks.

The ride to his apartment is blurry, because all you remember is a lot of giggling and trying not to moan at how his hand is so big around your thigh that you have you physically restrain yourself from jumping him on the highway right there. The tires screech as he parks and you both laugh as you stumble into the elevator, giving the security guards watching the cameras a show when you straight up make out with him in the corner of the elevator, his hand up your dress and your hand up his shirt.

He pushes you against his closed door, dropping his keys and jacket on the ground as he undoes the zipper on your dress. You tug at his shirt, “Off,” you whine, and he smiles, stepping back to whip his shirt off with one hand behind his neck.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” you whimper, and he kisses you breathless. “You’ve been saying that all night. Creative, much?”

“Fuck off, I don’t do hook ups much and I’m just telling the truth,” you say, as he gathers you in his arms and literally picks you up and heads to his bedroom. His hands squeeze your ass as he makes his way over, and you catch a glimpse of a neat, tidy living room. His bedroom is clean too, especially for a bachelor. Navy blue sheets, sleek, black furniture, expensive looking place. He was literally so fucking hot.

He drops you on the bed and immediately drapes over you, his jeans rubbing against your soaked panties. He slides his splayed palms up from your waist up to your breasts, mouth following the motion as he laves his tongue over your nipple, palm gently cupping the weight of your breasts in the grip between his thumb and the rest of his fingers. You preen at the sensation, back arching off the bed. “Pants off,” you pant, squirming underneath the warmth of his hands and mouth.

“So bossy,” he comments, smirking as he leans up on his knees to undo his belt. “I dig that.”

You lay back, taking the time to wiggle out of your soaked panties. You thank the gods you chose to wear your new set of lace undies because the rest of your drawer was basically an ocean of white granny panties. He finally drapes back over you, hand gripping your thigh to open you up as he mouths at your neck.

You retaliate by reaching down and gripping his cock, hand squeezing at his base. You can’t really see it because your face is nestled in his shoulder, but you can feel how hard and big he is. He groans at the sensation, nipping at the sensitive skin behind your ear, sending tingles down your spine and your core clenching around nothing.

He props himself up as he looks down at you and slides a finger between your folds. Your yelp dissolves into a drawn out moan. “Oh my god,” you pant, as he slides the flat of two fingers over your bundle of nerves, “please don’t stop that.” You also work your fist over his cock, mouth blubbering nonsense into his neck. He moves the fingers down into your pussy, sliding in with practically no resistance and slowly drawing them in and out your wetness. You don’t really have much time to be embarrassed by the wetness you can hear, because Joon closes his eyes and bites at the soft skin at the top of your breast.

“Shit,” he grits, and he looks down to see the way your wetness glistens on his fingers, “I don’t think I can wait. Are you good?”

You nod eagerly, and you let go of him as he gives you a hard kiss on the mouth and slides a condom on while still fingering you. Its probably not porn-worthy whatever sounds you’re making, but it seems to do the trick because he kisses you even harder and then flips the both of you over so that you’re sitting in his lap. He cradles your waist and descends on your breasts again, tongue circling your sensitive nubs as you sink down on him inch by inch.

When you bottom out, you clench around him. He’s so long and thick, and it’s been a while since your last hook up. It borders on soreness, but the sensation of him moaning with your nipple in between his lips is enough of a distraction for you to work up the nerve to start moving.

It’s embarrassing how turned on right now you are, but Joon seems to be at the same level of deliriousness because he doesn’t stop touching you. From gripping your thighs, to groping your ass, sliding his hands from your waist up to your ribs, tangling in your hair, gently curling around your neck and tightening slightly, he’s literally everywhere.

“Fuck,” you cry out when one of his hands are around your neck, squeezing lightly. You slow down, grinding instead of bouncing, and the new rhythm puts your clit in that perfect position to get stimulated by his pelvis, and his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you that you find yourself hurtling over the edge much faster than you’d imagined.

He mouths at your cheek and ear, hand still around your neck when you cum, and suddenly he grips your thigh and presses you down against his pillows as he kneels in front of you and begins fucking you hard. The bed knocks against the wall, but you can’t care because the new position has your orgasm prolonged to a point that you’ve never felt before and your mouth just stays open in a mouthless cry against his chest as he tenses and finishes into the condom, mouth panting hoarse compliments into your ear. “Holy shit, your pussy feels so good. So tight, fuck.”

He pulls out and rolls over so he’s not crushing you, and you let out a final breath. “Wow,” you say, chest heaving as he ties the condom and throws it away. He props his head up on an elbow, grinning at you. “That good?” He says cockily, and you turn to lightly punch his chest.

“Don’t get too cocky. It was just one orgasm.”

“But also seems like the best you’ve ever had.” He adds. You roll your eyes and retort, “Well, that’s what you think--,” but your laugh dissolves into a moan again when he reaches over and pulls you underneath him to press a long, wet kiss to your mouth.

“Shut up,” he whispers between kisses, "and kiss me back already.” You smile as he kisses you, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape, and scratching lightly at his shoulder blades. He growls, and moves to your neck. You sigh as he draws more open-mouthed kisses down your neck and torso, and again when a big hand splays over your thigh to hook it over his shoulder. He presses a peck against your folds and looks up at you, and you mewl as he draws the flat of his tongue thickly through your pussy all the way up. You’re a goner.

“I’m gonna make sure you never forget my name.”

The walk of shame isn’t so bad when you basically have no time to waste as you gather your things and glance once back at Joon who’s still sleeping before running down to his lobby. You don’t really care for the disapproving looks you get, as you rush to get into your uber, and immediately thank god that this particular driver offers you a tiny complimentary water bottle. You chug it down, and try not to throw up.

You literally hurtle out of the car when he gets to your place, making a mental note to tip him heftily, seeing the way he booked it when you asked him to hurry a little. You step into a hot shower and don’t even have time to pick up the dirty clothes off the floor as you quickly dress in a white shirt and navy skirt and run out of your apartment to the bus stop.

Thankfully, you make it on time to your interview, and even though the captain gives a small disapproving look to your wet hair tips, he gives you a huge,  bright smile when you tell him you’re a cardio surgeon “taking a break.” When you told him that you used to work as a paramedic before medical school a few years ago, he basically hired you on the spot, babbling on about how much he loves people with more experience.

“So, miss Y/N, what are your interests, your hobbies?” Hoseok trails like a little puppy after you as you walk down the hall from the Fire Captain’s office to your team’s multipurpose room. You frown at him. “Eh,” you brush him off, “not much.”

He smiles, pushing his hair back from his face and trying to stand up tall, “Well, doctor, I love lifting weights and saving damsels in distress. What are you doing later, say, around 5?” You turn on your heel, and he bumps into you, scuttling backwards at the glare you have on your face.

“Look, honey,” you sneer, stepping towards him with a scowl, “You’re cute, but I’m hungover.” you say, scanning him up and down, “And I’m only here for a month and I swear if I have to spend the entire 30 days having you chase me down like a little pet, then I’m probably going to just jump off a building. Okay? So do me a favor, and stop asking me out.”

He gawks at you, and then recovers. “Wait...you’re only here for a month?”

Rolling your eyes, you resume walking towards the wait room. He wasn’t going to stop. “Yes, I’m here just to serve a short community service sentence.”

He hums, following your footsteps again, grinning. “Okay, fine. I won’t try to ask you out. I’ll just keep replaying the part where you said I’m cute over and over again in my head.” He winks at you lightheartedly.

“Here, let me introduce you to the guys.” He walks a bit faster than you as you approach the room, and creaks the door open and lets you in.

As soon as the door swings open, your eyes grow wide as you take in the sight in front of you. In the room, theres a half naked guy digging through the refrigerator, his firefighter’s outfit hanging around his hips. A pair of muscular large ones are wrestling in the corner, also only decked in sweatpants low on their hips. One lounges on the couch in a pair of glasses and a plain white t-shirt and navy uniform pants and boots, while a similarly dressed shorter one is asleep. A tall one is in the corner playing with a tiny puppy. All six of them swivel their heads towards you when you enter.

You wave awkwardly and take a step back to leave when Hoseok bounds in after you and throws an arm around your shoulder, announcing proudly, “Hey guys, this is the new medic hire! Dr. L/N!”  

The one closest to you gives you a smile, taking off his glasses and setting his book aside to reach out a hand. “Hey, I’m Seokjin, captain. Nice to meet you doctor!” He smiles and you make a note of how hot he looks in glasses and how broad his shoulders were.

“You can just call me by my first name, y/n,” you shake his hand, “Likewise.”

Another one that was digging through the fridge approaches you with a piece of gummy candy hanging from his lips. His face is sharp, but he breaks out in a huge smile that lights up his face. “Taehyung! Hi y/n, welcome to Unit 55!”

You shake his hand too, “Thanks. Do you have any firewomen?” You glance around as the pair who were wrestling stop their antics and approach you shyly. The taller one shrugs, his muscles rippling as he does and you make a huge effort not to stare. “No, honestly it’s really hard to find a firewoman these days and they probably don’t like spending time with all guys like us either.”

Taehyung leans over. “That’s Jungkook by the way.”

His partner punches Jungkook’s bicep and turns to you with a show-stopping smile. Oh. The girls would swoon for both of them, you note. They’ll have no problem finding firewomen who want to spend all day with them. “I’m Jimin. And even though this idiot makes us sound like a bunch of goons, it’s just rough being around 7 guys all the time for girls probably. But we’ll do our best to help you get comfortable around here. We’re really fun, I promise!”

You frown, glancing around the room and counting the people you’d met already. Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin. Which left just the one still asleep somehow through all the commotion on the couch. Seeing your eyes trail over him, Seokjin looks at you over the rims of his glasses, pointing at the sleeping figure with his chin. “Oh, yeah. That’s Yoongi. Good thing he’s not awake cause he’s really grouchy, but he’s also a really good driver so we keep him. You should meet him later when he’s done with his nap.”

You laugh a little, and nod. “And the 7th?”

Jungkook throws on a shirt as he talks. “Namjoon, our unit Battalion Chief. He’s not here right now, but you’ll be able to meet him later. He basically runs this whole thing.”

“Oh I see,” you muse, and give a tight-lipped smile. “Well, maybe I’ll start moving my things in soon. Can you show me my room?”

“Bitch,” Yugyeom sneers as he watches open-mouthed as the guys help unload your car at the station. “You didn’t tell me that all your co-workers were single, hot guys that walked around shirtless all the time.” He frowns at you, ignoring your eye roll, and then switching 180 degrees and laughing and smiling when Taehyung walks by with all your heavy trunks in his arms.

“Hahahaha, Y/N, you’re so funny,” he fakes, and then turns to you with a glint in his eye. “Maybe I should’ve punched that idiot in the face too and I would’ve been here instead.” He hisses, gawking at the way Jungkook and Jimin both easily haul your mattress up the steps. Shirtless, by the way. Again.

You sigh. “It’s only for a month. And honestly, you’re such a fake ass little bitch. You were the one trying to find me a man, and now that I’m surrounded by them, you resent me for it?” you huff. “Oh, Jin, those drawers just go in the closet, thank you.”

“No problem Y/N,” Seokjin grins, pushing up his glasses as he walks past you two easily, holding up the chest of drawers that took both you and Yugyeom an entire twenty minutes to shove in the moving truck. You give him a smile in return and turn back to Yug with a snort. “Wipe your drool.” You laugh, and he closes his mouth with a clack.

“I’ll literally visit you, like all the time, Y/N,” he whispers.

“Please don’t.”

“Oh also,” he turns to you inquisitively. “What happened last weekend? Did you end up going home with that hot guy?”

You pull him closer. “Keep your voice down,” you hiss. “Yes. I fucked him.”

He whistles lowly. “He wasn’t that good?”

Sighing, you check to make sure all the other boys aren’t in the vicinity. “No, that’s the problem. He was too good. I can’t stop thinking about it. Haven’t had a proper orgasm since.”

He looks unsurprised. “Well, when’s the last time you got laid. College?”

“Shut up, asshole,” you frown, “It’s only been like...a few months.”

“Okay, so I guess we’re calling last year’s during our we’re-not-interns-anymore-party a ‘couple months’ ago. It was like 13 months ago.” He points out, and you glare at him.

“Fine,” you snap, “okay? It’s been, like a year. But he was really good, no matter how deprived I’ve been.”

Yugyeom still looks unimpressed, so you pull his sleeve down to whisper in his ear. “I had five orgasms that night.”

He straightens up, turning to you with wide eyes, “FIVE ORGASMS?”

You wince as chief walks by with a stern look, and you pinch Yugyeom in the side as you laugh, “Oh hahahaha, Yugyeom, you’re such a hilarious guy. Why would a patient even talk about those kinds of horrible things in the waiting room?!”

That seems to help as the chief’s expression lightens and he smiles as he grabs a cup of coffee and ascends the stairs again. You drop the smile as soon as the chief is out of earshot and punch Yugyeom hard.

“Little bitch,” you hiss, “are you trying to get me fired?”

He rubs the spot that you punched. “Ow, and no. I’m just shocked. Did you even get his number or something?”

You sigh, watching as the boys come back down to retrieve a couple more things. “No,” you say forlornly, “I literally had to run out for my interview. I only know his name, and I’m not even sure if its right.”

Yugyeom sighs, watching Jungkook and Jimin banter as they come back down.

“Well, at least you have guys like them to keep you company. Did you bring your vibrator along?”

You pinch him again.

With the help of the boys, moving in wasn’t a problem. Surprisingly, the bunk rooms aren’t at all what you’d expected. It was less of a college dorm room style, and more of like a communal housing unit. Apparently, the Seoul station had updated their housing recently, so the inside looked like a newly furnished office hotel, basically.

Jimin was nice enough to move into Hoseok’s room so that you could have the corner room all to yourself, with a private bath attached. It was adequately sized, but there was a nice closet and twin size bed attached, which was an upgrade from the dinky communal on-call room bunk beds that the hospital provided for the residents to sleep in.

There wasn’t even much to unpack, besides a few articles of clothing, a desk and computer for you to do some catching up on hospital paperwork, a mattress so you could sleep on without knots in your back, and your toiletries. You had a uniform anyway, and you were pretty low maintenance. The hospital shifts didn’t really give much space or time to pay attention to your fashion sense or your looks, and it wasn’t going to change now, either.

You make your way downstairs after finishing, with the stairs of course. The boys had kept trying to convince you that you won’t die if you try the pole, but honestly you weren’t down to break your ankle, especially when you were expected to help during an emergency situation. The stairs were fine. You were only on the second floor anyway.

The boys are already eating in the large lounge, and you see that the sleepy fireman had woken up and had starting to cook.

“Y/N!” Jungkook calls, scooting his chair over to make room for you at the center of their table. “Here!”

You smile and set down your phone, taking a seat as Taehyung brings you a tray. Its pasta and steak, with a huge side salad and green beans. You gape at the cook who’s still engrossed in tasting and perfecting the sauce for the pasta.

“Yoongi hyung’s a really good cook,” Jimin says, with a mouthful of salad and steak. With that, the man in question appears behind the younger firefighter and hands him a cup of water. “Don’t eat and talk at the same time. It’s disgusting.” He says with a curled lip, and then gives you a nod.

“You’re the new paramedic hire right?” He asks.

You nod, “Hi, yes. I’m Y/N.” He shakes your hand, nods, and turns away. “Not much of a talker, is he?” You say, and the boys chuckle.

“Yeah,” Hoseok says, “Yoongi’s not really an extroverted type. But he’ll warm up to you, just give it time.”

The rest of the day goes by smoothly. You have to sit in your room for a couple hours though, watching boredly through the instructional training online lessons you had to complete before starting your first day. You’re close to dozing off when a soft knock sounds.

“Yes!” You sit up and turn, and Jungkook appears, smiling sweetly. “Hi, Y/N! What you doin’?”

You stick a thumb at your computer, “Training videos,” you sigh, curling your lip. “Why?”

“Oh, hyungs and I are gonna watch a movie. If you wanna come sit with us in the lounge and do your training or just watch with us, you’re welcome to!”

You pause. “Won’t it be loud? I probably won’t be able to get anything done.”

“I’m pretty sure Seokjin hyung has done basic training before. He can probably give you all the answers to those end-of-lecture quizzes.”

Now there was your incentive to go. You smile, standing up and closing your laptop. “Why didn’t you say that sooner? Let’s go.”

He guides you down to where the lounge is and all the boys chime a nice “hello” or “y/n!” when you appear in the doorway. You can see that a new episode of Game of Thrones is on. You pad over to Seokjin and he smiles when you ask him for the favor, and moves seats to the couch behind so you can sit with him and watch at the same time.

The night goes smoothly, you tapping Seokjin everytime you finish a lesson and him pausing to quickly finish the quizzes, and you joining in with the debates about the show occasionally. Yoongi brings out some snacks, and eventually Jimin brings out a blanket for you, and by the end of the episode, your training is finished and you’re sipping on soda and eating pizza.

It’s nice, you think, a lot nicer than the hospital. You were used to the competitive nature of medicine. It was always competing against the other residents or interns to get a spot that had ridiculously low acceptance rates. There was always no time to relax. This wasn’t bad at all.

But you shake your head. This was temporary. A break. No need to get attached. They’re just being hospitable. You give a tight lipped smile as the episode ends and you take your laptop and blanket with you as you stand. “Thanks, guys, for inviting me. I’m gonna turn in tonight.” you say, slowly shuffling away. “Good night!” Taehyung yells, and the other boys chime in one by one.

You set your stuff down in your room and get ready for bed. Laying in your single bed, with no one else snoring or sleep talking, and with no post-surgery fatigue to get you straight to sleep, it’s hard. You end up staring up at the ceiling of your room, sighing as you try to think of the most boring topics in the world to try and get to sleep.

“Just a few weeks, y/n.” you murmur, turning onto your side.

You’re finally dozing off when suddenly, the intercom you had no idea was located right outside your door bursts to life. “Code 904B Building Fire. Code 904B Building Fire.”

You scramble up, throwing your covers back as you stick your head out into the hallway. The lights are flashing brightly, but you can hear the sounds of the boys in each room getting ready. The first one out into the hallway is Taehyung, and he jogs up to you. “Put on your uniform, y/n,” he pants, “and meet us downstairs as soon as possible. We gotta go, and since it’s a building fire, there might be a few injuries you can help us with.”

“Okay,” you nod, as the rest of the boys begin appearing in the hallway with navy shirts on and their firemen overalls already on. They one by one disappear down the pole and you scramble to get the paramedic bodysuit on. You pull on your boots hastily and then sprint down the stairs, and see the chief addressing everyone.

“Alright, Yoongi and half of you in car 1, and the rest of you in mine. Namjoon is already in his way from his meeting, so he’ll meet us there. Let’s go!” The boys break out into jogs as they hurriedly begin packing the hoses tightly and jumping into the cars. “Chief,” you call out, “Where can I go?”

“Go with Yoongi!” He yells, and drives off, sirens wailing. You jump into the first car and immediately you’re surprised when Yoongi, usually lethargic and slow, slams on the accelerator and your own truck bolts into life. Stumbling into a seat, you ask Hoseok, “So, this is how it always happens?”

He nods solemnly, his usual playful smile gone. “24/7. We gotta stay alert.” You nod. He points to a large, bright orange utility box in the corner of the bus. “That’s your medic kit. You can look through it now if you want, we’ll be getting to the site in a few minutes.”

You nod, perching the box on the seat next to you and digging through it. It was pretty basic, syringes, bottles of lidocaine and epinephrine for stitch jobs, synthetic thread, scalpels, bandaids, alcohol, gauze, and more. You were used to working with the minimum at the emergency room. And seemed like whoever was in charge of this box had kept it neatly and pretty well-stocked. You lock the box when the truck begins to slow, and look out the window to see the commotion.

A large building has caught on fire, and already there are two other trucks unloading at the site, their firefighters already hooking up their hoses onto the fire hydrants and assembling into position to enter the building for any remaining people. The whole area smells like smoke and through it, the glow of the orange fire against the night sky is barely visible.

Immediately as the truck parks, the boys in the vehicle spring to motion. Their uniforms are already on, helmets, gloves, and oxygen tanks and all. One by one they jog out the door of the truck and do the same, unloading the hose from the side of the firetruck and linking it easily to the fire hydrant and getting ready to spray down the building.

You pull your hair back into a ponytail and look around for anyone who might be in need of help. There’s already a few survivors out around the area in the grass, and you run over to a woman laying down.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” You say as you approach her and kneel next to her. Her husband is crying. “Sir! Is she okay? What happened?”

“P-please! We were just picking up our son and then the burning piece of wood fell on her leg. No one has been able to h-help her yet! Our son is still in that building, too!”

You unlocked your box and reassured him, “Okay, sir, I need you to calm down and help me. Someone will go find your son, but we need to help your wife right now. Do you have a phone on you? Can you use the flashlight? I need to see the area.”

He does as you instruct with shaky hands, and you carefully use the scissors in the kit to cut a strip down her pants. The burn is quite bad and covers a lot of surface area, in addition to having a huge laceration down her thigh that needs to be stitched up now, in case of infection or bleeding out. You frown, she must have been in a lot of pain.

“Ma’am, can you understand me? This is going to be a bit painful, but I need to sanitize the area.”

She’s just sobbing at this point, but you can make out some words. “Please,” she sobs, “M-my s-son!”

You lean closer, “Sorry? Your son?”

She sobs and nods, “H-he’s still inside!!” She pushes your hands away from her leg, “I won’t be treated until I find him!”

You sigh, turning around to see if there are any firefighters available. You see one coming out of the building to replace his oxygen tank. You run up to him, unable to see anything but his eyes through the protective gear he was wearing.

“Hey! Hey, this woman I’m trying to treat is refusing treatment until she sees her son, and she claims he’s still inside. Please, if she doesn’t let me treat it right now, she might have to amputate her leg.” He nods, and follows you to the couple.

When they see him approaching, the woman goes hysterical. “Please!” She screams, “He’s still in there, on the second floor. I haven’t seen anyone bring him out!”

“Okay, ma’am, I’m going to go back inside for him. You need to calm down, and let this lady treat your leg, or else it could get worse. You need to stay strong for your son.”

She nods, and turns to you. You spring into action, giving the firefighter a nod as he stands. You frown, his voice sounded so familiar, but you couldn’t pinpoint it.

The lady begins wailing as the adrenaline fades and the pain of her injury begins to hit. You have her husband hold her hand as you pour some alcohol on the area and she wails as the open cut is cleaned out.

Quickly, you stitch up the wound and dress the burns so that they’re manageable. She refuses to take the ambulance to the hospital until she sees her son, so you coax her into just sitting on the gurney in the ambulance and wait for her son. You try and calm down the couple as you move onto address a few more people in the vicinity with minor cuts, scrapes, and burns.

Suddenly, you hear a commotion, and you turn to the building that’s now less of a bonfire and more of a quiet smolder, and the firefighter from earlier emerges with something in his arms.

The woman you had treated earlier immediately starts wailing and crying as the firefighter jogs over to you and her and sets a boy down onto a gurney. He’s unconscious, and the firefighter whips off his helmet as he addresses you.

“He’s breathed in quite a bit of smoke, and fell unconscious when I picked him up. He needs pediatric CPR!”

“Namjoon!” Hoseok cries out.

You gawk as you watch him yell instructions at you and the rest of the firefighters you’d met, brows furrowing and eyes widening as you recognize those slanted eyes, thick lips and angled jawline that you’d run your tongue over that one fateful night. It was Joon. He was a firefighter. His name was Namjoon.

“Y/N!” He grabs you by the shoulders, “Focus!”

You immediately spring into action, running towards the boy and checking his pulse. “Do you know how to do compressions on a pediatric patient?” You breathe, and Joon nods, throwing his helmet and his tank aside and opening the buttons on his uniform jacket before he climbs atop the gurney.

As he begins compressions, you deliver some shots on his arm and search his body for any large cuts or burns. You hook him up to an oxygen mask and turn up the machine to high. “Switch!” You call out, and your hands replace Joon’s as you climb atop him and begin compressions.

“One, two, three...” You count out, as other paramedics swarm around you to prepare him to be delivered to the hospital as soon as possible.

The boy stirs, and you stop compressing, and watches as he begins coughing, from deep within, and you help remove his oxygen mask and pull him up to a sitting position as he continues coughing the smoke and ash out of his lungs. A paramedic gives him some water and after the boy finishes coughing, you help him sip some water as he recovers.

The others help usher him onto a gurney and also help his mother and father join the ambulance.

You watch as the blaring sirens fade away and sigh as the remaining firefighters douse the building in water and put out the flames. Your knees are feeling weak, your heart up in your throat, and your breath short.

Feeling a presence standing next to you, you turn and meet eyes with him. You narrow your eyes at him, giving him a once over from his ash-stained angular face to the bulky equipment and uniform lining his body. Probably from the boots he was wearing, he seemed even taller than from the club.

He gives you a cocky grin. “So, you’re a paramedic, huh?”

You roll your eyes, stopping down to collect your materials and all the wrappers of the syringes and needles you had used to treat your patients.

“Not a paramedic, a doctor. On voluntary community service.” You huff.

He stoops down too, setting his helmet aside to help with your tools. “No wonder you’re good with your hands.”

You stop, sitting on your haunches to give him a look. He does the same, matching your cold gaze with a smirk. “I think that’s very unprofessional, Mr. Joon.”

You stand, locking the paramedic box angrily and stomp away.

But he easily catches up to you, having those damned long legs of his, and follows you to your truck. It makes you angrier that he begins unloading his equipment and uniform off into the same truck you came in.

“I think, Y/N, the moment you started making out with me at that club, professionalism was kind of thrown out the window, don’t you think? You disappear that morning without a trace, and then suddenly you appear again at my workplace. Don’t you think I have the right to be a bit confused and curious?”

“Look.” You turn to him. “That was a one-night thing. I told you that I don’t do them often, and it was a mistake and I’m sorry, I won’t do that to you again. So just--” you throw your hands into the air, frustrated that he looked so goddamn good as he took off his thick outer coat and stood in front of you with just a black t-shirt and the pants of his uniform low on his hips. “--just pretend it didn’t happen. Just forget about it.”

You turn to walk away into the truck, but he stops you. “Wait! Wait wait wait, Y/N,” he turns to face you, the smirk wiped away and now brows attractively collecting in a frown, “For the record, I don’t consider that night as a mistake.”

“Huh?” Your eyes widen as you frown up at him.

He doesn’t look away. The playfulness has dropped and he’s completely serious as his voice takes a lower tone.

“Sleeping with you wasn’t a mistake for me. Don’t apologize. I’ve only been able to think about you since then, and I don’t think that you showing up here out of all the other precincts or departments is another mistake, either. I’m sorry if I came on too strong, but I want to be clear with you that my intentions are to get to know you better, and do it the right way.”

“Do what the right way?”

“Date you,” he says simply, like he was talking about the goddamn weather.

Literally, who was this guy? Your mind was completely blank. Like, who just says exactly what they’re thinking? How could he just be so...honest? What’s his game?

You blubber out the first thing that comes to mind. “I don’t date co-workers. Especially here. I’m only scheduled to volunteer for several weeks.”

He seems to gain a bit of confidence. “Y/N, that sounds more like an excuse, than it does a reason.”

You huff, blowing your hair out of the way. “Nonetheless, the answer is no.”

He nods thoughtfully. “Don’t be surprised if I ask you again.”

And he does.

Every. Single. Day.

When you wake up, “Hey, Y/N, will you go on a date with me?”

“No,” you’d say, roll your eyes, and spit out your toothpaste.

When you’re in the library, reading up on the latest studies. He’ll pop his head in and say, “Oh, Y/N, dinner’s ready.”

When you look up and nod, “Thanks. I’ll be right there.”

He’ll nod back, and then say, “Oh by the way, will you go on a date with me?”

You’d learned to just laugh it off or ignore him.

When you’re in the dining commons. You’ll be chatting with Taehyung about something and Namjoon will walk by, hand you a mug of coffee, and walk away without a word. When you lift the coffee up to drink it after Taehyung leaves for something, you find a slip of paper on the saucer.

Will you go on a date with me?

You crumple up the paper while maintaining eye contact and drop it into the steaming cup of coffee. Then, you stand, and pour the mug out into the trash, while he watches with an amused smirk.

The only times he doesn’t ask you out is when you’re on calls.

Over the next few weeks, you notice that Namjoon has three modes: 1) His Chief mode, 2) his off-duty mode, and 3) his flirting-with-you mode. Modes 2 and 3 tended to mix, especially when he was with you.

But whenever that light on the walls of the department begin to ring and flash, indicating an emergency call, Namjoon immediately enters his chief-mode. One time, he was in the middle of taunting you with probable bad-date ideas, the lights began flashing and you had watched as he shook himself out of his off-duty mode, and immediately started barking out orders to the group and you, responding to the dispatch on his walkie-talkie. It had happened in a millisecond.

You were in the lounge with Seokjin and Jimin, watching a movie while Yoongi dozed off in one of the couches. You had slowly begun to easily sink into this lifestyle. You guys were lucky if you got at least a few hours in between calls to relax, and since the most recent call was a small issue with some old lady’s cat up in a tree, Hoseok and Taehyung had volunteered to go on their own. It was a relaxing Thursday afternoon.

Like clockwork, right as you were almost dozing off, the lights began to flash and blare as your walkie-talkies exploded to life and the dispatch officer began reading out the issue.

The boys spring to life, immediately jumping over to the pole and going downstairs to change into their uniforms. You sigh and use the stairs to run down to the garage and get into your uniform, clambering into the truck as Namjoon begins listing out orders. It was a gas leak in a chemical factory, and they wanted the firemen to take care of it. You were only following for protocol.

“It shouldn’t be too complicated. Yoongi, did you contact the engineers to shut off the power?” Namjoon asks.

“Yeah, they turned off all electricity, but they can’t turn off the gas valve. It’s stuck.”

“Okay, that’ll be the first thing to take care of. Jungkook, can you take care of that?”

You watch as the firetrucks pull in and follow the men into the warehouse. It’s completely dark but they all turn on their headlights as they treck through.

Namjoon leads them into the main gas chamber where one of the tanks is steadily leaking a stream of cold, compressed air out of it. Him and Jungkook immediately head over and begin working together to tighten the valve, while Seokjin begins looking for the pipe that leads into the tank.

You watch, boredly as the men do their thing, when suddenly, Jungkook yanks a bit too hard and both him and Namjoon are thrown back.

Jungkook immediately begins yelling out, and you scramble up in horror to see that he’d been thrown back into a piece of metal that was sticking out.

“Oh my god,” you cry out as you rush to his side. “Jungkook, hold on, I got you. Can you turn on your side so I can see the wound better?”

He moves while wincing in pain, but manages to maneuver so that the wound on his back is facing you. Using a flashlight, you make sure that the metal didn’t pierce any vital organs or arteries, and reassure him that it’s okay as you begin cleaning and stitching up the wound. After you’re finished, you look up to see Seokjin run into the room, and let you all know that he’d disassembled the valve and fixed the leak.

You sigh in relief as you cut the final thread and place some gauze over the stitches. Hoseok and Jimin had returned to help, and they throw Jungkook’s arms over their shoulders as they help him walk out of the building. You begin to pack your things, when you see Namjoon lagging behind the rest of the group, clutching his arm.

You catch up to him, “Hey, are you okay?”

He winces, but nods at you to go. “I’m fine. Catch up with the rest of them. I’ll be right behind you.”

You frown as you survey his features. The boys are now out of sight and you and Namjoon are the only ones left inside the chamber. “No, you don’t look very okay. Did you get hurt?”

He finally relents, groaning in pain as you guide him to sit down on some steps and remove his jacket. You gasp as his t-shirt comes off. Jungkook had been impaled when he hit the wall as he was thrown back, but it seemed that Namjoon had been in the direct line of contact when the valve of the pipe had blown off. It had sliced through his uniform and left quite a deep cut in his rib.

“Holy shit, Namjoon, you are not okay. Let me stitch this up right now.”

He shakes his head, “Let’s get out of here, first.”

You push him back. “If you keep moving, this wound is too close to your vital organs and it might cause infection or you might bleed out. Why didn’t you say you were hurt?”

He shakes his head as you begin unpacking your box of materials. For the first time in your few weeks at the department, you see a dark look of shame and regret written over his face. “I was the one who asked Jungkook to help me, if I didn’t, he wouldn’t be hurt.”

You click your tongue at him as you clean the wound, apologizing as he hisses in pain at the contact of alcohol. “You know, you say a lot of stupid shit, but that’s one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard you say to me. Ever.”

He laughs a little at that, wincing as it puts pressure on his side. You glare at him as you examine the wound and begin numbing the surrounding skin. “You’re a great chief, you know that. I’m administering some pretty heavy painkillers. Tell me when you start getting a bit woozy.”

He just silently watches you hover over his torso, squinting as you maneuver the hook needle and stitch him up. “I think that’s the first time you ever complimented me, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, so now your chief mode is off, I guess.”

He furrows his brows. “Chief mode?”

You nod, snipping at the threads as you begin another stitch.

“You have these modes you enter on the job. One of them is when you become this intense, no-nonsense leader, telling us all what to do and what to get done.”

He smiles, “And the other mode?”

“There’s two actually,” you say, still focused on his wound, “There’s one that’s always flirting with me, and there’s a third, where I can see that you really, really care for everyone on this team. That third one is the mode you’re in.”

“Are you maybe getting turned on by that mode, Y/N?” He winks at you, and you laugh, poking him in his side and making him groan out as you finish dressing the clean wound and help him get his uniform jacket back on. “Shut up, now your flirty mode is back on too.”

You’re cleaning up the materials in your box when suddenly, the lights come back on, bright white, and as you and Namjoon are squinting to try and reassess your surroundings, the huge gate to the chamber closes with a hissing noise and a loud clang.

“Shit,” you hear Namjoon cuss, and you scramble up, running over to the door and searching for a handle, a knob, or a button, anything to get it back open. You click your walkie-talkie, waiting for the static to sound to let you know that it’s communicating, but there’s nothing.

“No use,” he winces, zipping up his jacket, “The company probably just turned the electricity on when they saw some of the trucks leaving.”

You watch in horror as the vents surrounding you begin hissing and cold air begins drafting in. “What is this?”

“It’s a containment chamber for flammable chemicals, so I assume that it stays at a cool temperature. It’s fine, some of the boys will probably realize we’re here and be back in no time.” He lays down against the steps.

“Namjoon!” You scramble over, “Do not fall asleep, do you hear me? The temperature dropping is going to make your wound even worse. You need to stay warm, stand up if you can.”

He frowns, curling into himself with a pout. “I’m cold.”

You roll your eyes. It was the painkillers kicking in. He was getting lethargic, and it could kill him. “I know, you big fat baby, but if we don’t start warming up, we might die in here. C’mon, stand up.”

He begins moving around, although you instruct him not to stress his wound, he begins rocking around on his legs to try and make some body heat. You do the same, waving your arms around and trying to generate some heat.

At one point, you lose complete sense of time, and Namjoon wakes up from the initial wave of his painkillers to find the both of you huddled in the corner of the chamber, knees curled into your torsos as you shiver in the cold.

“Y-Y/N,” he breathes, and reality dawns on him as he sees the mist of his breath fan out from his mouth. “Y/N?”

“S-s-so cold,” you chatter, curling into him as he puts his good arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer.

“D-don’t fall asleep,” he breathes, and you don’t respond, the chills rocking your entire shaking body as you curl into him further.

The walkie-talkie screeches for a moment, and Namjoon grabs it, responding back to the static. “H-hello? Anyone! Y/N and I are stuck in the main chamber! Temperature is dropping quickly. Hello?!”

The only response is static as he drops the walkie-talkie to just pull you in closer. “Y/N?”

There’s no response, and when he pulls back to try and look at you, your head lulls in his arms.

“Shit,” he mutters, “Y/N, Y/N!” He shakes you, but you’re completely unconscious in his arms. "Wake up!”

“No no no no no,” he chants, as he begins undressing, his whole body resisting the motions as he shivers in the cold, but he perseveres. He pulls his uniform open, baring his chest, and then proceeds to unbutton your uniform as well, baring a t-shirt underneath. He pulls your limp body close as he removes the t-shirt and then completely drapes himself over you, pressing your bare chests together as he pulls you tight against him, skin to skin.

He pulls the uniform tighter around your back so that you don’t lose any more body heat, when he finally hears yelling and pounding on the other side of the huge gate. He hugs you closer to himself before everything goes black, too.

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Emergency Room (BTS X READER)-21

A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry, I have not updated yet, I just started a new job which meant I had to go each day this week for training. However, Thank you so much for all the support and patience. I really appreciate it. Thank you once again, and here is part 21 :)

October 31. (Yes I know it's not October but... I'm sorry lol)

Y/n's POV:

Halloween. The one night of the year people go out, dress up whatever they want to be, and have fun. Sometimes having too much fun can be very risky, which is why the E.R. becomes very busy during Halloween. Tonight both, Taehyung and I, decided that the both of us would work the whole day. It is currently 10:00 am and I was filling out paperwork with Janet. "This is the last one you need to sign, and here is the next patient chart," Janet said as she handed me the chart while I signed the document and handed it to her. "Thank you Janet and after I see this patient please send the signed documents to radiology," I said. "Yes, I will." She said smiling. I thanked her once again and went onto my next patient. This patient was a 7-year-old boy who seemed to be having a lot of stomach pain, "Good morning, my name is Dr.L/N, I will be your doctor for today, what seems to be going on?" I said as I began to give the boy a checkup. "This morning, he just woke up not wanting to eat and saying his stomach hurt and it began in the middle and now is in the lower right side." The mother said as the child look to be in a lot of pain. "alright, nick can you tell me exactly where it hurts." I said and the child pointed. "alright well I will have the nurse start an Iv and begin to do some lab work so we can quickly see what's going on. I will also call the pediatric surgeon so he can also take a look at him." I said. "thank you," the mother said and I excused myself and paged jungkook. Then I went back to filling documents.

I looked over at Taehyung and saw that he was giving a patient medication and discharge them. Once I saw him look in my direction I quickly looked away. Then I heard some footsteps and felt someone standing next to me. "Don't act like you weren't staring." He said chuckling. "I wasn't, I was looking at the vitals," I said. "For my patients?" he said. "Yes, double-checking couldn't hurt," I said and he nodded. "So what should we get for lunch?" he said. "I actually promised B/F/N we would get lunch," I said and he frowned. "Well, can I join?" he asked. "Nope. This is my only time I see her, we can get dinner later, okay?" I said and kissed his cheek and felt my pager go off. I told him I had to go and quickly went to the room my patient was in. "What's going on?!" I asked the nurses. "Dr. Jeon came in 30 minutes ago and said it was just the flu but the child has gotten worse. Here are the labs," she said as she handed me the lab results. "This isn't the stomach flu, this is appendicitis. How has his temperature change?" I asked the nurses. "It's slowly been increasing." That's when I paged Jackson, my intern for the day and, Jungkook. "Mam, I believe that his appendix is going to burst or has burst, we need to get him into surgery now, is that okay?" "yes, please, help him," she said as she had tears. She then kissed her child's forehead and that's when Jackson came in. "Please call the O.R. and tell them to prep for us," I said to the nurse who has to the side of me." she nodded and left. "Jackson, let's go. quickly and go ahead of me so you can scrub in first." I said and we both left.

During surgery, we had just removed his appendix. That's when Jungkook came in. "What happened?" he said as he put on gloves. "Well, you mistook this child's pain, symptoms, and labs for the stomach flu. It was appendicitis," I said as I began to close up. "That can't be possible," he said. "Well, that's what happened," I said. "You know what, I don't have time for this, I went out of my own surgery to help you, and instead you are just blaming me. Where were you? huh. I didn't see you at all when I was giving my consult." he said and began to take off his gloves. "What?! I was in the E.R the whole time. Plus, I was helping other patients. You are literally a pediatric surgeon. not to mention a really good one. What is going on?!" I said. "You want to know what’s my problem. My problem is you. All you do is ask for my help and look at how I am treated. Next time, ask someone else the hospital has more pediatric surgeons." he said coldly and walked out. It hurt. I stopped stitching and took a deep breath. "Would you lie me to close up?" Jackson asked. "Yeah, I'll just watch...um.. to make sure you do everything well," I said and he nodded. For the rest of the surgery, It was quiet.

Once the child was out of surgery and in recovery, we notified the mother she thanked us. "I will take her to the room, Dr.L/N. You can go get your lunch." I thanked him and went to the cafeteria. I saw B/F/N, but she was talking to Hoseok so I decided to just go and sit in the playground area that they have for the parents and kids. I sat on a bench and looked at the sky.  After my lunch break was over, I went back and went to the E.R . my day was not going very well and my afternoon shift hasn't begun.

End of y/n's POV

Taehyung's POV

I went to the cafeteria when it was lunchtime. I saw B/F/N sitting with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin. I went to join them. "Hey Everyone, um B/F/N, wasn't Y/N suppose to join you," I said. "Yeah, But she never joined. I haven't seen her," she said. "Would you like some?" Seokjin said as he handed me some of his food. I took it and began to eat. Soon Jackson, Y/n's intern joined us. "Hey have any of you seen Y/N?" He asked and we all shook our heads no. Then Jungkook came and sat down. He looked annoyed. "What's wrong?" Yoongi asked. He didn't respond. Then I heard Hoseok say "Oh look Y/Ns over there sitting at the playground benches, " I turned around, and there she was but she was staring at the sky and would look at the kids and parents as well. I was standing and the B/F/N stopped me. "Leave her be. She does this, she will tell you hats wrong but it's better to let her be, for now, trust me. she wants space." I sat down and looked at Jackson. "What happened in the O.R.?" I said. Then Jackson stood up like he was about to yell but took a deep breath instead and said. "Ask Jungkook, he knows exactly what happened." Then Jungkook stood up and left.

end of 21

*p.s. would you guys like part two of this part? describing jungkook’s pov and motive?*let me know!!:)

[jobrookekarev]

I Remember it All Too Well Chapter 3

Chapter Three of Six: In My Defense, I Have None

Words: 2800

Chapter Summary:  Alex unintentionally works with Jo on one of her cases and sees her work as an OB. However, he makes the mistake of trying to flirt with her, and everything that's been boiling between them since he left comes to a head. Alex finally gives her an explanation as to why he left. 

Story Summary: Alex knew from the moment he signed the divorce papers that leaving Jo and Seattle was the worst mistake of his life. As Alex works his way back to Seattle, he sees Jo again four times before she allows him back into her life.

Or

The four times Alex saw Jo after their divorce, and the one time they finally got back together with her, plus a soft epilogue.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.

Characters: Jo Wilson, Alex Karev.

Rating: General Audiences

Additional Tags:  Regret, Longing, Pining, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Foster Kid, Adoption.

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“What do we got?” Alex asked walking into the delivery room and over to the warmer where the intern had the baby. He briefly saw Carina with her back turned to him as she was still with the mom and the anesthesiologist as they took out the epidural. 

“A Newborn baby boy with a cleft palate,” the young intern, Dr. Chee said.

“And?” Alex asked, looking down at the pink baby that squirmed on the blanket.

“Umm..” Dr. Chee stuttered as he looked down at the baby and then back at him not sure what Alex was asking of him.

“The baby is oxygenating well, heart rate is normal, and APGAR scores were an 8.” 

Alex looked back at Jo dressed in pink scrubs as she looked down at the tablet and finished the chart work. Alex quickly looked back at the baby and took a deep breath as he started to assess the baby.

“Is he okay?” the mom's desperate voice asked him and Alex glanced back at her. She and her husband exchanged a worried look as they watched Alex intently. 

“He appears to be doing well,” Alex said, as he quickly checked the baby over. “What's his name?”

“Jordan.”

“Hi Jordan, I’m Dr. Alex I'm just going to take a look in your mouth real quick,” Alex said looking down at them as he put his fingers on the baby's gums and assessed the pallet. “It looks like a cleft lip, alveolus, and cleft palate.”

“Oh my god,” the dad said, sitting down into the chair next to the bed.

“It's all my fault,” the mom said as she began to sob. 

Alex glanced back at the parents not sure what to say. He was never good with parents much less crying parents.

“Hey, hey, Emily, look at me,” Jo said in that soft and calming voice that washed over them like ocean waves. “It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. I've been with you throughout this entire pregnancy and I know that you didn't do anything wrong. Sometimes birth defects just happen no matter what we do or how well we take care of ourselves while pregnant. It's not your fault, and despite this rocky start your baby is going to be just fine.”

“Really?” the dad asked, still unsure.

“Trust me, Michael,” Jo said, with a reassuring smile. “Jordan is going to be just fine and you can trust Dr. Karev too, he's the best Pediatric surgeon I've ever worked with.”

Alex had to tear his eyes away from Jo and he could hear the mom take a deep breath behind him. He quickly finished checking over Jordan and swaddled the baby. Jo had finished with the mom and she tucked the blankets around Emily. Alex brought the baby back over and sat them in Emily's arms. 

“Are you going to take him to the NICU or something,” Michael asked as he looked down at Jordan.

“Nope,” Alex said, shaking his head and putting his hands on his waist as he stepped back.

“Why not?” Emily asked in disbelief as she looked down at her baby. “Doesn’t he need to be monitored or something?”

“All of that can be done right here,” Jo assured them with a nod.

“Dr. umm... Wilson is correct, with a cleft palate one of our main concerns is feeding. Given that the gap is just in his lip and hard palate I suspect that he won't have too many issues. I’ll be around to keep an eye on him and we can see how he does. Otherwise, his prognosis looks pretty good. Will have him fitted with a palatal obturator before you leave which will fill the gap in his lips and palate until we can do surgery which usually will do around the time he’s a year old. It’s still a long journey, but for now, there's nothing we need to do.”

The parents seem to take his words in stride as they cautiously look down at their little baby. Alex thought that he should say a few more comforting words, but nothing came to him.

“So for now you just hold that baby close,” Jo said, as she moved to the end of the bed. “Get to know each other and I'll have a Lactation Consultant come by in a few minutes and we'll see how he does on the breast before we consider a bottle or tube feeds. I know how important it was for you to breastfeed and I’ll page Dr. Karev after that.” 

Alex wasn't surprised that Jo didn't directly address him and he didn't take it personally. He wasn't even supposed to be on her cases, but Hayes was in an emergency surgery and he didn't know Jo was the primary OB.

“Thank you,” Emily said looking at them. 

“Yes, thank you,” Michael said looking up at them for a second before their baby captured their attention again. 

“You're welcome,” Jo said as she beamed with a smile and Alex just smiled and nodded at the parents. He smiled at Jo too, before he remembered his place and looked away from her. 

The two of them stepped out and Alex sent the intern off to page Avery so they could get a good plan for the cleft palate in place. As he finished up the chart for baby Jordan, he lingered at the nurse’s station and watched as Jo finished her chart work. When he walked into the room he didn't recognize that it was her in the pink scrubs. Alex had never worked with Jo before and Meredith was right, Jo was amazing.

“You're really good with the parents,” Alex said, trying to seem nonchalant as he spoke. He took a chance to look up from the chart and glanced at her. Jo had paused, and she didn't look at him, but she didn't walk away either so he continued. “I was surprised when you switched specialties. I always thought that you would follow in Meredith's footsteps in the two of you would be co-heads of general surgery, but now that I've seen you work. I see why you switched, plus the pink scrubs look good on you.” 

Alex smiled as he reached over to tug the hem of her pink sleeve, but the second he touched her, she turned away and took a step back.

“Don't,” Jo said, turning to look at him, setting him with a glare that he knew better than to argue with. “Don't do that, don't flirt with me, Alex.”

“I wasn't, I was just talking...”

“No, you were flirting. I know because you’ve flirted with me for years,” Jo said, crossing her arms as she raised a single eyebrow at him. 

She was right of course, he was flirting with her. It wasn’t intentional, but it just came so naturally to him, to flirt with Jo. To sweet-talk her until she smiled and laughed and kissed him. But as he looked at her, Alex saw only anger, and he knew her anger too. Alex was all too familiar with Jo’s anger, just as much as he was familiar with her happiness. 

“You're right, I'm sorry, Jo. I just, I just wanted to be able to talk to you again,” Alex said looking over at her and watching her I soften the little at the edges before she shook her head and scoffed, turning back to the chart on her tablet.

“You don't get to do that either, Alex. You don't get to come back and just expect me to forgive you because a year has passed and we work together now. There's a reason I ask for Hayes every time I have a case that requires a Peds doctor. I don't want to work with you. I don't want to be your friend. I want you to pass me in the halls and look the other way because you left.”

Jo trailed off, she took a deep breath and Alex could hear her getting choked up and he hated himself for it. All this pain, and anger, and sadness were because of him and his decisions. 

“You left. You did the one thing, the one thing you told me you'd never do. Whenever I got squirrely or insecure about my place in your house, in your life, whenever Meredith kicked me out of our bed, when I found the goddamn papers with your and Izzie’s embryos you assured me that you’d never leave. You know I think about that night all the time, the twins would have been what, a year old by then, and we didn't even know. That night you came home and you told me you weren't going anywhere, but then you left. You made the choice between me and Izzie and you chose her and I am done being your second choice.”

Jo pushed away from the nurse's station and quickly walked away. Alex knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but chase after her. He owed her an explanation even if it was the last thing he ever said to her. 

“I didn't choose between you and Izzie, Jo. It was never a choice between you and Izzie…”

“Yes, it was,” Jo said pausing and turning around so fast he almost ran into her. “Don't give me the crap about how it was between your kids and me. We tried for a baby the day you left. I know we hadn’t been trying for very long, but we were ready. I thought you were ready to have a family with me. I joked that I'd take the test and present you with the positive pregnancy test at the airport and you said to text you the day my period was due so we could find out together. Instead, I took that test with Meredith and she was the one who reassured me that we could try again.”

Alex’s shoulders fell as he looked down at the floor. He remembered that conversation all too well, he remembered the way that she'd climbed on top of him that morning and how she kissed him as they had sex. He remembered how she smiled when she said that she would announce it to him at the airport in front of everybody. He remembered how excited she was to be a mom and how excited he was to be a dad, but at the time he was already a dad to the twins. He remembered the sheer disappointment he felt when she texted him that she wasn’t pregnant and how he wished he was there to comfort her.

“What would you have done if I was pregnant? Who would you have chosen them? Would you have made our kid fly halfway across the country so you could co-parent with Izzie? Because you sure as hell didn't want to co-parent with me.” Jo yelled, as her anger faded into hurt as tears collected in her eyes. “Or did you just divorce me because I couldn’t give you a child?” 

“No, of course not, Jo,” Alex pleaded with her that she would believe him. 

“Really then why? Why did you leave me?” Jo cried out as her tears started to fall, but she didn’t falter, she just stood there, demanding answers to her questions.

Alex tried to answer her. There was so much he wanted to say, but it was all this big complicated mess and he didn’t know how to begin. He stood there like the fool he was with his mouth open like a fish as he tried to figure out how to explain it all to her.

Jo shook her head and wiped away her tears, “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

She turned and walked away. Alex knew he couldn’t let her go without telling her what she needed to hear, Jo deserved to know the full story and to know why he left her, despite how much he loved her. Maybe it wouldn't make things easier and it certainly wouldn't make things right. However, Jo deserved the full story, and Alex didn't want her ever thinking that he chose Izzie over her.

“Do you remember what it was like for Meredith when Derek was in DC?” Alex yelled as Jo paused in the hallway, but this time she didn't turn around to look at him. 

“I know you do because she crawled in our bed nearly every night. I remember how hard it was for her to have her life here but have her husband in DC. Meredith was a mess and every time she saw Derek they fought. For a year, they fought, and for a year, Meredith was miserable. I know that before Derek died they were working things out but I didn't know how we could work things out without going through something similar. I didn't know how to continue my marriage with you and be a father to my twins without hurting you.”

Alex walked towards her, the hallway was empty as most of the nurses and other staff must of had the good sense to stay out of their way. Jo didn't turn around and he walked forward until they were just a foot apart. Alex could hear her breathing in and out and he could smell the scent of her perfume and shampoo, lavender, and sage. It was still the same as when they were married and he remembered how the scent used to linger on his clothes. He used to love it. It was a gentle reminder of her in his life. Now his clothes just smell like his cologne and his kid’s laundry detergent because he didn't bother washing his clothes separately.

“I knew that if I tried to co-parent with you, I would be torn between Kansas and Seattle and I would have spent half my time there and half my time here. I knew that I’d tear you apart too and I loved you too much to do that to you, Jo. You had everything you’ve ever wanted in Seattle and you'd be miserable if we moved, to Kansas. I thought that you would begin to resent me because you wouldn't be my only priority, but I couldn't make Alexis and Eli my second priority after I had missed so much of their life already.”

“I knew that you would be okay because you had Meredith and Link, and I knew that you would go on, you would move on and you would do amazing things and you did. You adopted a baby and you switch specialties and you have this whole big life and career and you did it without me and I am so proud of you.”

“For what it's worth I’m sorry that I didn't give you a choice in any of this. It felt like I was holding two stones and I dropped you instead of taking the hard route and figuring out how to carry them both. So yeah, I regret leaving you. Leaving you was the worst mistake I've ever made and I will spend the rest of my life knowing that my life will never be as good as it was when I was with you. I'm a coward and I'm a runner, Jo. Even after all these years, but I'm done running and I'm trying to fix the relationships that I broke. That's why I'm back in Seattle and you were right, you made it so I could never love again, not unless it’s you.”

Alex didn't expect her to react to his declaration of love it just sort of tumbled out of his lips and he let his words hang between them. His words were messy and it probably didn't make half as much sense as it did in his head, but at least she knew everything now. Jo continued to just stand there in the hallway, her back was to him in those pink scrubs. 

The more he stared at her the more he realized how much he had overstepped with her. Alex knew he shouldn’t have tried to talk to her. He made it seem like he was trying to worm his way back into her life. That was something Paul would have done and he wasn’t Paul. Everything he did around Jo, he tried to be aware of how his actions affected her as he didn't want to hurt her.

“I'm sorry, I'll be respectful of your boundaries going forward and I'll try and make sure Hayes is on your cases as much as possible.”

Alex took a step back and then another, walking backward for a second and just watching Jo as she continued to stand there in the middle of the hallway. Then he took a deep breath, turned around, and walked away. What he didn't see was how Jo turned around and watched him go.

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AN: Okay, so I wasn't sure about Alex's big speech to Jo. I rewrote it and edited it a million times before I finally settled on this version. I wanted him to have an explanation that seemed reasonable and I think this kind of makes sense, but I'm not sure. I also kind of intentionally made it a little messy, because I figured Alex of all people isn't really the best at speeches, but let me know what you think of it?

[mae-gi-writes]

Deobi Playlist (EP 10) | The Boyz Imagine

The Boyz x Hospital Playlist inspired drabble series.

Main characters: Kevin, Juyeon, Hyunjae and OC (Mae)

Sides: the rest of The Boyz

Genre: fluff, slice of life, BROMANCE BRUH

EP 1 | EP 2 | EP 3 | EP 4 | EP 5 | EP 6 | EP 7 | EP 8 | EP 9 | EP 10

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"Excuse me."

"Yes," Juyeon whips his head up to see a pregnant woman waddling over to the counter with an expression that looks murderous. Holding her belly against herself with a grocery bag slung over her shoulder, she slams her entire body onto the front counter, which causes him to jump in surprise. 

"How are you, ma'am? How can I help you today?" Juyeon flashes a wan smile, used to dealing with unnerved clients. There's usually always a reason behind their madness.

"I have been waiting for at least an hour!" The woman bellows, practically red in the face, "I'm due in two weeks, and there are so many other pregnant women waiting behind me. How come it's taking so long?"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry we--"

"Do you know how hard it is for us, pregnant women, to sit here in this stuffed waiting room while babies are kicking?!" She interrupts with another yell as Juyeon's hands come up in defense, "I want to see Dr. Bae right now! Right now, you hear me? I'm tired! I want to go home!" 

Panic rises at the back of Juyeon's throat, "I--I am so sorry about this ma'am. But due to the number of patients today, the office is running a little slower than usual. I'm really sorry--"

"I don't want to hear your stupid reasons. I want my appointment!" She bellows, "Now!"

Fear coils through his stomach, a sick feeling tying into knots as his throat dries up with the countless excuses dying on the tip of his tongue. 

Shit, his heart races. How is he supposed to deal with that? 

He'd give anything to be shadowing a doctor right now. 

The door to the doctor's office suddenly slides open, revealing a gentle-eyed Jacob who's gaze quickly flits between them in understanding. The woman doesn't even wait a second, quickly twisting her body and waddling towards him. 

"Dr. Bae, I was just telling your stupid staff here that you need to speed up your process! Do you know how painful it is to be sitting around with that?" She motions towards her belly, legs wide apart and fists clenched at her sides as though she's preparing for battle. 

But Jacob's expression stays unfazed, "I apologize, ma'am. Unfortunately the speed of the diagnosis does not rely solely on me, but my patient."

"Yes, but--"

"Some have--" Jacob pauses, presses his lips together as sympathy flashes through his face, "some have difficult obstacles they've had to face in regards to their pregnancy. Not everyone is as lucky that their baby is growing up to be healthy."

The woman blinks, opening her mouth, then closing it upon realizing that she has been shocked into silence. 

"I understand your frustrations, I really do," Jacob's voice is gentle, a soothing lullaby that instantly makes Juyeon feel like the world is a better place, "but we all have to cooperate a little, work together to make this work. Don't you think?" 

For a moment, there's a complete silence so palpable that Juyeon can hear the ringing in his ears. He can feel the eyes of a multitude of patients drilling into the back of his skull and goosebumps suddenly explode along his arm at the sensation. 

"Alright," the woman finally lets out a grumble, "fine. Whatever."

And she turns around, wobbly on her feet, before plopping back down at her seat looking slightly disconcerted by the effect of Jacob's words. 

Juyeon sends the said doctor a look of utter gratefulness, which Jacob answers with a wink of his own before retreating back into his office. 

Thank god. 

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It's been a long day running back and forth between the maternity department and the pediatric ward, but it is only when the last patient bids their goodbyes that Juyeon allows his neutral mask to fall.

"I'm sorry doctor," he bows his head to the ground, not daring to make any kind of eye contact due to the embarrassment coiling through him, "It was my fault. I couldn't calm her down in time."

"No no," Jacob's lips curl up into a smile, face softening with understanding, "it happens all the time. Impatient patients are the norm around here. Mothers-to-be, especially."

"Still, I'm sorry."

"Did that swear you off the Maternity Ward then?" Jacob's smile widens into a teasing grin.

"Maybe."

"Well, if it's of any comfort, it's no better in the other wards."

"What do you mean?" Juyeon frowns. 

"Some of them are always looking for donors, others always doing extra shifts. The pediatric ward is the only one that's doing okay, as of late. Cancer department is just a hole of sadness."

"That's...not very encouraging."

"That's the reality of it," Jacob shrugs, "did you give it any thought? What you wanted to specialize?" 

"I don't know. Cancer, maybe. I'm not good with kids and the Cardiac Department looks like hell. Also, Organs make me squirm."

Jacob laughs at that, the sound bouncing through the room like sunlight, "that's exactly the same reason why I didn't want to specialize in surgery."

"That makes the two of us."

After packing up their belongings and clocking out for the day, Jacob offers to buy Juyeon dinner as a thank-you for helping him throughout the day and though the latter tries his best to refuse, the doctor insists that it's just something he does with all of his underlings, and that not treating Juyeon would just not be right. 

So Juyeon has no other choice but to follow as they walk to the parking lot. They unexpectedly bump into Hyunjae and Changmin in the lobby, causing Jacob to invite them both to join. 

"Why Jacob, I think that's the first time you're buying me dinner," Hyunjae can't help but comment as they settle at one of the tables of Mama's chicken, a small restaurant just down the street from their hospital. Juyeon smacks his thigh in protest, aiming to be subtle while the former stifles his groan of pain. 

"What?" Hyunjae hisses venomously.

"You don't say those kinds of things," Juyeon hisses back.

"You only care because you want him to give you a good review."

"Piss off, Hyunjae." 

The dinner goes surprisingly well considering that Juyeon isn't really familiar with Jacob. Having Hyunjae helps ease the tension between the interns and the doctors, lightening the atmosphere and loosening up his tongue. They share stories about patients, heart-wrenching stories about the ones they lost, and the ones that they managed to save. The more they spoke, the more Juyeon felt like this was the right path he'd chosen, after all this internal dilemma that had cost him a few years. 

"So why did you want to study medicine?" Asks Hyunjae to Changmin, who is already slightly flushed from his second beer. 

"I--uh--I just wanted to make the world a better place," Changmin stammers, ears flushing red, "I don't think I've considered anything else."

"See, this is the problem with interns," Hyunjae shakes a hand at him, "you guys think that being a doctor is honourable. It fucking sucks, okay? Like, it's really shitty. The shittiest of everything shitty in this world."

"Not all that shitty," Jacob intercepts.

Hyunjae scowls at him, "for you, maybe. You work in the Maternity Ward. What's the worst? That a pregnant woman comes screaming at you?" 

At that comment, Juyeon can't help but glance at Jacob, eyes meeting for a quick second in understanding. 

“I think I got used to that,” Jacob answers with a small smile, “Pregnant women don’t scare me.” 

“You’re brave, Dr. Bae,” Hyunjae sniffs, “there’s no way I’d be able to make it.”

“Do you regret choosing to be a surgeon?” Changmin pipes up.

“Nah,” Hyunjae flashes him a grin then, leaning back against his seat and poking Juyeon’s neck as he does so, “couldn’t find myself a better match. Surgery is all I live for. It’s like me against death, and most of the time, I always win.” 

“And the times you don’t?” 

“You win some, you lose some. That’s the reality of it.”

When Jacob and Changmin bid their goodbyes, Juyeon accompanies Hyunjae back to the hospital -- the latter has a night shift. It is his second one in a row -- while throwing his friend a couple of worried glances out of the corner of his eye. 

He knows more than anyone how much Hyunjae gives to the people. No matter how much bravado he puts on about doctors and how medicine really is like a beast you can’t tame, there’s definitely always a sparkle in the said doctor’s eyes whenever he talks about it. Juyeon admires that, and he admires Hyunjae (not that he’ll ever tell him though), but his stomach can’t help but churn with worry when he notices the darkening blue aprons underneath his friend’s eyes, or the tiredness lining them, red-rimmed and mouth pulled down in a way that only suggests he lacks sleep and energy. 

“Hey,” Juyeon speaks up when they reach the hospital doors. Hyunjae looks back at him as he says, “try getting some sleep. You look like crap.” 

“Thanks Juyeon. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“I’m serious, Hyunjae. Continue doing that and you’ll pass out in mid-surgery.” 

“Yeah yeah,” the older man sticks out his tongue in retaliation, “I hear you, mother. You heading home now?” 

“Yup. I’m done for the day. I got tomorrow off too.” 

“Lucky bastard.”

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Tagging: @juyeonzz @thesingingfae1905 @gratefulmaria @nochuu17​

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Also, for all those who have sent me requests, don’t worry I’m working on them! they shall be up soon! <3

I’M SO SORRY IT’S SO SHORT FML BUT LIFE IS GETTING IN THE WAY AND MAE IS TRYING TO ADULT AND GO TO JOB INTERVIEWS SO YEAH IM SORRY FHSDLSDLKJDBUT I HOPE YOU LIKE ALL THIS BROMANCE. 

NEXT EP WILL BE FULL OF MAE AND KEV SFKSDHGKDSJGDSLGLDKN <3 

[redslilstories]

Woozy Words

Author: lilyme (aka. redslilstories aka. me ;)) Summary: Set in 5x09. While trying to mend her nose, could a new colleague help her mend her heart? Pairing: Callie/Arizona Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Grey's Anatomy". They were created by Shonda Rhimes and belong to her and the ABC network. No copyright infringement intended! All mistakes are mine.

"So, this is the last area on this floor," Richard Webber, Chief of Surgery at Seattle Grace hospital, pointed out the newest addition to his surgical staff, as they walked through the outpatient area of the hospital. "The post-anesthesia recovery. Adults. Um, children are one floor below. I guess that is where you will be more likely to find," he smiled at the woman with his arms contently in front of his chest.

He was happy – one could easily say relieved - to have found a surgeon for his pediatrics department, which had been fairly understaffed in the last months.

And this one wasn't just any surgeon.

Trained at Johns Hopkins' and even holding the position of Chief Resident during her last year of residency, the woman had been praised all over for the skills she had acquired within her specialty.

And what was also important – she was good with the kids. There were rumors of her even putting on some roller skate shoes to amuse her patients. He was not yet sure if he approved of this or not. He hadn't seen anything like that on her yet, since, including today, she had always worn street clothes.

But this would only be a tiny problem, if this rumor really were true.

The surgeon in question – Arizona Robbins by name - worked hard to memorize everything the chief was telling her, keep track of her surroundings and draw a map of the hospital in her mind. Luckily she had always worked in large hospitals, so she figured she would only need a few days to really find her way around here.

"How many outpatient surgeries do you have per year?" she inquired, wanting to get an idea of the figures. She was already impressed by the 1600 beds the hospital could provide in total. Out of which 140 were in Peds.

"Hm, all in all about 60.000, including 2.000 in Pediatrics," Webber gave her the average of the last years.

"Impressive," she smiled at him, as they came to a halt at the area's nurses station.

"Thank you," he nodded, proud of his hospital baby. "Um, now we could...," he began, thinking of something else to show her, but was interrupted, when...

"Oh, Chief, good. Can I have a minute?" Miranda Bailey, who Arizona already knew was the surgical Chief Resident at this hospital, came walking up towards them.

"Um, sure," he wavered for a moment, pulled out of his original thought. "Will you excuse me for a moment?" he directed his question at Dr. Robbins and followed Dr. Bailey out into the hall.

Arizona was unsure of what to do while the chief was gone. Since he likely wouldn't be long and she being new would likely lose her way wandering about, she figured she should just stay put.

Maybe she could chat up the residents and nurses here, getting to know her colleagues.

But then again... the lone resident that was present was currently busy with checking the vital signs on some of the patients. She figured it better not to disturb him.

So she just waited near the station.

Until a soft and initially indistinct sound reached her ears.

Soon she noticed that it was someone talking, or rather mumbling something.

Her eyes searched around and quickly found the probably source of the sound.

A brunette with a bandage on her nose.

And even though it was not her responsibility – she wasn't even officially working yet – the blonde was in doctor mode immediately, needing to make sure the woman was alright.

She walked up to the patient, who had her eyes closed and her brows furrowed. "Um, hi," she inquired in a low voice – trying not to startle the woman - and put a soft hand on her arm, "are you okay?"

But to no avail. The eyes – gorgeous deep brown eyes, Arizona noticed – shot open and the humming ended abruptly. Only to be followed by an uncertain gurgle.

"Sorry," the blonde apologized, "I just heard noises and was wondering..."

Callie Torres, the woman with the gorgeous eyes, for a moment wondered if she was hallucinating. If the nice pain killers she had been given made her see thing that weren't actually there. Like total strangers by her bed in the hospital's PACU. A doctor or nurse would be the norm, but this woman wore street clothes, so most likely didn't even work here.

But despite the mystery of how this woman even got in here unauthorized...she seemed trustworthy enough. Certainly looked it.

So, without thinking too much of it, Callie finally responded, "Oh, um, sure," the questioning look telling her that she must have taken quite some time to actually do so. "I was just... testing out my nose," she explained and felt a little embarrassed at having been caught. "It's new. Or, um, good as new?" she frowned, now even more embarrassed by the puzzling way she explained things. "A patient of mine broke it in the E.R. today".

"Oh!" Arizona's eyes shot up at this information, "you're a doctor?" she asked intrigued.

"Yes, I'm an ortho surgeon here. I'm actually here to fix bones, not get mine broken," she pouted and felt excited when the woman's lips formed a sympathetic expression.

"I hope it was an accident, and you don't have violent patients here beating doctors for no reason," Arizona joked... with a tiny bit of worry on her mind.

"No," Callie waved it aside, "it was an accident. I happened to stand in the wrong spot at the wrong time."

"Oh, good! Well, not good, because, well... ouch". Now it was Arizona's turn to frown. "What I meant to say is, I hope you'll get better soon," she said sincerely, and finally took a step back, realizing that as a doctor – and a total stranger – she was standing just a little too close to the bed.

"Thanks," Callie smiled, and couldn't help notice the attractiveness of the other woman. The little blush she was sporting now only highlighted this perfect face. From the sweet lips to the bright blue eyes and the light blush lingering on her face. This woman was nice to look at. And nice to talk to as well. She was easily someone Callie could imagine...

No!

She shouldn't go there. Not after the fiasco with the last blue-eyed blonde was barely two weeks in the past.

But then again, this seemed to be a very different blonde... On the cute side with a natural sparkle emanating from her...

No! Callie desperately needed to think of something else.

Luckily the other woman helped out, hopefully unaware of her thoughts. "So, um, what are the test results?" she inquired, as Callie didn't speak for several moments, obviously again in her own little world.

"Huh?" the brunette asked in confusion, but realized what Arizona meant when this one tapped her own nose as a hint. "Oh! Uh, no final results yet. Hard to say from the inside, I guess. I mean, do I sound funny?"

"Well, just a little," the other woman replied with a little shrug and a lot of dimples. "Then again, I have no idea how you normally sound. Maybe you really sound like Kermit the Frog trying to talk under water," she joked, before adding a little, "Sorry".

Callie snorted wholeheartedly at the comparison. An action she regretted as a sharp pain shot through her mending nose. "Hah... Ouch!" she squeaked, almost bringing her hand to touch her olfactory organ.

Arizona winced in sympathy, "Oh, my, God. I didn't mean...," she apologized. Something told her she should have known better than to make a broken nose laugh.

"It's okay," Callie played it down. "I don't mind the laugh. Maybe the painkillers are wearing off," she wondered.

The offhand comment did not go unnoticed by the blonde, who without second thought made a move to check Callie's chart. See what dose of medication she was on.

Callie saw this and immediately remembered that this woman likely was not authorized to do any kind of medical work around here. And certainly not inspect her patient information. "Um, I don't think you're supposed to do that," she pointed out with raised eyebrows, indicating the chart the woman was holding.

"Hm?" Arizona hummed distractedly, getting a read on the chart's figures. "Oh!" she exclaimed, suddenly realizing that her non-patient didn't even know who she was. "I'm so sorry, you're kind of right," she admitted, reaching into her pocket to produce her company ID, stating her name and soon position at this hospital. "But I'm a doctor too. Actually starting to work her in few days," she calmed her and handed the item off to the brunette. "And as a doctor, I have to make sure the patients are okay. Even if they're not mine," she smiled.

Callie felt somewhat relieved. So this stranger was legit after all. And even better would be a colleague of hers. In Peds, as the ID with the ridiculously good picture of the woman pointed out.

And...

"Yeah, okay," Callie lay her head back down on her pillow. "But I guess I'm still a little woozy. I could swear I just read your name as 'Arizona'...?" she wondered with raises eyebrows. Or maybe HR wrongly put her home state as her name...?

Said Arizona gave her a challenging yet amused look. "That's my name".

"Really," Callie more stated than asked, still incredulous as she handed the ID back to its owner. It was a pretty unusual name. But, then again, it could be worse. Her name could be Delaware or... Wyoming. Dr. Delaware Wyoming Robbins... Huh...

"Really, 'Calliope'...," the blonde returned to the woman, who seemed to entertain amusing thoughts. Arizona couldn't help but hint at the fact that she was not the only one with a fairly unusual name in this room.

The implication dawned on Callie and she mumbled, "Touché".

The blonde eyed the expression on Calliope's face. A beautiful face, which had a very beautiful name attached to it, if she was allowed to say so. And it suited what she had seen of the woman so far.

Not even the miffed expression at being called out could change that. And she couldn't help but release a wholehearted laugh at this.

Being brought out of her sulking state by this, Callie's eyes traces over Arizona's face again. Now there were even dimples to boot. Sparkling blue eyes, shiny blonde hair, sweet voice and now entrancing dimples. "You're really pretty," she said mesmerized.

Only seconds later noticing that she had actually said that out loud. "Oh, I didn't mean. I mean, I didn't..."

Being drawn to someone – which she by now helplessly and hopelessly was – was one thing. Admitting to it out loud by accident within minutes after meeting said someone was another.

And hitting on this person – a future colleague – could be problematic and could make working together very awkward from the start.

But then the other woman surprised her. Again blushing a little, but this time at this unexpected compliment. Before she sweetly returned. "You're really pretty too".

Callie perked up in relief. So, no awkwardness. Judging by the flirty smile, quite the opposite. "Wait till you see me without the bandage," she therefore dared to speak.

"I can't wait," the blonde returned, as they heard footsteps approaching them, belonging to the long forgotten Bailey and Webber. "Oh, Dr. Bailey, great. Could you or Dr. Sloan check if Dr. Torres is on sufficient pain medication? I see he is the surgeon on this case. Dr. Torres is having some discomfort," she said in a professional tone. While casually stroking Callie's arm, a move that did not go unnoticed by the other three people.

"Uh, sure," Bailey responded, a little surprised by the situation and closeness of the two women.

"Thanks!" Arizona returned and handed over the chart to the chief resident. "I'll see you two around?" she smiled, catching the dreamy look Calliope's eyes sent her one last time, before heading over to Dr. Webber to continue their hospital tour.

Bailey looked after the newcomer for a moment, before she turned her attention to Callie. "Is everything alright?"

"Kinda," Callie returned, not really answering to the matter Bailey was hinting at. But rather the more obvious one. "I seem to have a thing for blondes," she smirked, enjoying this fluttery feeling the blonde gave her. This feeling better than any painkiller.

END

[henrik-von-schneeplestein]

Schneeplebro Week Day 1

Prompt: Meet Cute

Word Count: 1627

Warnings: alcohol

Summary: presidential alert: the girls are FLIRTINGGGG

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Chase wandered the room awkwardly, eyes desperately searching for someone he knew or at least someone who didn’t look busy. This was no small task, considering it was a huge room full of people and he’d only ever spoken to about two or three of them.

To be honest, the only person he’d really interacted with at all had been Layla, a member of the hospital’s accounting department who was in charge of fundraising efforts. They’d gotten in contact when he decided he wanted to do a big charity livestream on his channel benefitting a local children’s hospital, and she’d helped him set up the donation site. She’d also been the one who’d invited him to this event, a party thrown in honor of the top benefactors, after the stream had ended up being a huge success. He didn’t even really want to come, it wasn’t his type of thing and it wasn’t like he raised the money to  get applause, but Layla insisted that she had to thank him in person, and she’d been so nice the whole time they’d worked together, he hadn’t had the heart to say no. 

But as nice as it had been to shake her hand and chat with her a little, she’d eventually had to run off to thank other guests, too, and Chase found himself alone amongst groups of people. It seemed that a lot of the benefactors knew each other. Their clothes implied wealth, and wealth in Los Angeles was big wealth. They presumably attended these sorts of events all the time, a social circle that Chase and his tattoo-and-trickshot vibe simply didn’t fit into.

Some of the hospital staff was in attendance too, or so Chase had been told. They were hard to pick out; they were mostly doctors and dressed just as nicely as the guests of honor.

He couldn’t find Layla, but he did see Richard Spyer, the director of the whole hospital, who had video called in towards the end of the livestream to thank Chase and the viewers for the work they were doing. He’d struck Chase as a bit of a blowhard, or maybe just a little pompous, but nice enough, and more importantly, he was a familiar face, and he was only standing with one other person, a tall man with broad shoulders and a handsome face.

As he got closer, he heard the stranger speaking with a German accent. From what he overheard, they were talking about a project that involved changing the hospital computer system; it sounded like they knew each other. Chase hoped he wasn’t interrupting by walking up, but before he could apologize for the intrusion, Dr. Spyer spotted him and stopped in the middle of the sentence to yell, “Chase! It’s good to see you, so glad you could make it!” and shake his hand so enthusiastically that Chase’s shoulder went up and down along with their hands.

“It’s great to see you, too. I just wanted to thank you for having me tonight. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Not at all, not at all, let me introduce you two! This is Dr. Schneeplestein. He’s one of our best surgeons.”

“Henrik,” the stranger corrected, waving off the compliment.

“And this is Chase Brody. He works in social media; the fundraiser he ran brought in a huge percentage of our donations this quarter.”

Usually it made Chase a little uncomfortable when someone used vague euphemisms for his job like that; it just reinforced that he was unwelcome and out of place. But he was almost glad that he wasn’t being introduced as a Youtuber to someone as professional (and as gorgeous) as Dr. Schneeplestein. But it seemed like he might have known anyways. He raised his eyebrows as he gave Chase’s hand a firm shake. “I knew I recognized your voice,” he said. “I have an eleven-year-old at home; trust me, I hear your videos all day.”

Chase didn’t know if he should be embarrassed, but Dr. Schneeplestein’s tone was very friendly. More than anything, Chase was surprised that he had an eleven year old. He was definitely older than Chase, probably by somewhere between five and ten years, judging by the gray in his hair, but he still looked relatively young. He also, Chase couldn’t help but notice, wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.

Dr. Spyer excused himself to go greet other guests, and Chase was momentarily panicked about being left alone to make conversation, but thankfully, the doctor didn’t seem to mind. “Thank you, sincerely, for bringing in all those donations. I know Richard can be… well, he’s Richard, but I promise, the money is all well spent.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I’ve always really loved kids and I just want to help in any way I can. I’m glad that my channel’s popular enough to make a real difference, even if my videos are a little dumb.”

“I wouldn’t call them dumb; you have no idea how cool my son thinks you are. I hope it isn’t rude to ask if you’d sign something for him?”

“Not at all; I’d be happy to!”

“You are too kind. Let me buy you a drink,” he said, nodding to the bar.

“Oh, no, you really don’t have to -”

“I insist. We can steal a napkin while we’re over there.” He led the way across the room. “What do you drink?”

Chase didn’t want to ask for anything too expensive so he played it safe. “Just a beer.” He realized he should be more specific, but before he could correct himself, Henrik turned to the bartender and ordered for both of them. 

“So you’re from Germany, right? Does that mean you know good beer?” 

He laughed but kept his voice low when he answered so as not to be overheard. “Yes, but you won’t get it here. They never have real beer at places like these.”

“It’s probably hard to find at all around here. Nothing’s real in L.A.”

“Sometimes it is. If you know where to look.” And right now, he was looking right into Chase’s eyes. Chase didn’t know what to say to that, so the moment lingered until the bartender brought their drinks over. Henrik asked to borrow a pen before she walked away, and handed it to Chase along with a napkin.

“What’s your son’s name?”

“Ben.”

“That’s cute,” he said as he started writing. He didn’t have a ton of space to work with, so he just wrote ‘Ben - thanks for being a part of the channel! Love, Chase’ and doodled the channel symbol next to his name. “Is this enough?” he asked, showing Henrik.

“That’s perfect. He’ll love it.” He slipped it into an inner pocket of his jacket. “Thank you again.”

They sat at the bar a while longer, talking and sipping their beers. Chase asked if it was hard to work in pediatric surgery as a father, and Henrik said it was but that was why he did it. He found out Henrik had a younger son too, and that he’d gone through a divorce about a year and a half ago. Chase told Henrik that he’d actually gone to school to work with kids too, as a teacher, but that the channel he’d started as a hobby had started taking off around the time that he’d graduated and needed a job, and it was nice to be self-employed and set your own hours. Henrik offered to get him another drink, but Chase had driven himself there and didn’t want to deal with Ubering home and then back in the morning for his car.

Eventually, the night was drawing to a close, and Richard, Layla, and a few more of the bigwigs got up on the little platform on one side of the room, where the DJ often set up when this room was rented under less formal circumstances. They gave pretty much the same speech they’d given at the beginning of the party, thanking everyone, talking about how important this all was, and so on. Henrik alternated between watching them and making fun of Richard’s schmoozing, mimicking his big fake grin and always-moving hands to make Chase laugh. Chase, meanwhile, waited for Henrik to turn back towards the stage, and then grabbed the other napkin that had come with their drinks and scrawled something on it.

When they finally wished everyone a goodnight and got offstage, people rushed around getting ready to leave. More than a few people came over to the bar to tip the bartender or get one last drink if they weren’t driving, so Chase and Henrik moved to avoid the crowd.

As they walked towards the door, Chase summoned his courage.

“If you’re ever interested, I’d love to meet your son sometime.” He handed Henrik the other napkin, with his phone number written on it. “You can call me whenever. Text. Doesn’t matter. I’m always on my phone.”

“That would be amazing. And hey, maybe I can show you where to find real beer in this city.”

Chase felt his cheeks flush a little. “I’d like that.”

“Me too. It was great to meet you, Chase. Have a good night - safe drive home, yeah?”

“Yeah. You too.” Henrik smiled, and touched Chase’s shoulder for the briefest moment before he walked away. 

Chase watched him cross the parking lot, feeling a little dazed, like he couldn’t remember why he’d actually come here tonight. He jumped a mile when Layla came up to thank him one last time; he’d almost forgotten that the people around him were real. 

He got into his own car and the second he turned it on and the radio came to life, the most beautiful love song started playing.

[madiwritesthings]

Daughter of Anarchy. Chapter 1. Part 5.

3rd person’s POV.

Elizabeth and Jax pulled up at the clubhouse, Lizzie got off of her dad’s bike the second it was parked, the air around her dad right now was so tense and all she could think about was how she wanted to get away from it. In hindsight, Lizzie should have tried to talk to him, considering how lost she was feeling. Her mother in the hospital and her little brother on the verge of dying. It was a lot to take in for a 13 year old kid but her dad had enough issues and he didn’t to be dealing with hers. Lizzie threw a half smile to her dad before walking towards and into the clubhouse. She didn’t really think anyone would be awake or at least out in the clubhouse, she assumed they would shacking up with some croweater but she didn’t like thinking about that because it’s gross, so she was surprised to see Chibs sitting at the bar with Half-Sack. Both their heads snapped up at her, she really didn’t want to hear their sympathies about her mom because at this point, with Wendy, it’s nothing new.

“Hi Darlin.” Chibs said to her with a sympathetic look in his eye and on his face which Lizzie hated, she didn’t like sympathy, and to be honest it should be directed more at her dad than her, it was his son who was going to die.

“Hey Uncle Chibs.” She said, and nodding to Half-Sack as some sort of greeting, and made her way to her dad’s dorm room, when she opened the door she was hit smell of man, she couldn’t find any other way to describe it but that. It was also a mess but for tonight she could deal with it, she made a mental note to talk to her grandmother about staying with her instead of here, and thinking about it, she didn’t know why she just didn’t go with her gram in the first place. Taking a look at her dad’s dorm room made her regret that decision big time. Lizzie set down her bag and sat on her dad’s bed, she leaned her head back and just sighed. She really wasn’t in the mood to sleep and after everything that happened today she wasn’t sure she could if she wanted too. After about 5 minutes of peace, which was the only 5 minutes of peace she had gotten all day was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Come in” Lizzie sighed out, mentally preparing herself for a conversation with whoever was behind the door, the door opened and Chibs walked in.

“What?” Lizzie asked Chibs as he came in and sat next to her. 

“Just checkin’ on you Lass” Chibs said putting his hands up in mock way of defense. “Chill, I’m not gonna bite your head off” Lizzie said rolling her eyes “but anyway thanks for your concern, but I’m fine and dandy” Lizzie answers, Chibs looked at her, and gave her look that pretty much said“You’re lying, and I know you are, so start talking”, Lizzie didn’t like that look but she knew that there wasn’t anyway she was about to get out of this conversation. “My dad has just been you know distant, not really in the mood to talk, which I get and I don’t judge him for, he’s going though a lot too, but..” Lizzie stopped and let out a sigh. “But?” Chibs asked, egging her on to continue.

“It’s hard to explain, it just feels like he’s pulling away when I really need him most or we need each other most.” Lizzie said, she had no idea where that came from, Chibs just has a way of getting people to spill their hearts out to him, it was weird. Chibs was silent for a second and Lizzie thought for once in her life, she had finally been able to silence him, but her thoughts were interrupted when he started talking.

“Your dad loves you Darlin”, more than anything in this world, don’t ever doubt that” He said sternly. Lizzie gave him a sad smile but didn’t say anything, she really just wanted this conversation to be over, she guessed Chibs got the memo from her silence.

“Get some sleep sweetheart, we’ll talk more in the morning.” He said, leaned down and kissed her forehead and left the room, Lizzie decided to take his advice and try to sleep. She turned off the light and laid down, soon enough she was out like a light.

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“Hey, Kid.” was the first thing Lizzie heard when she woke up, and she realized she was also being shaken pretty hard.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Lizzie said as she opened her eyes and saw it was Tig.

“Ah look, sleeping beauty is awake, get up, Gemma is leavin for the hospital soon.” Tig said, Lizzie sat up and looked at Tig. “My dad here?” She asked, but she felt like she already knew the answer. 

“Nah, he left a little bit ago, but Gemma is leaving soon.” He said and left the room. Lizzie ran a hand through her hair, today was the day of Abel’s stomach surgery and she was more than nervous, she loved that kid so much already and she honestly believed she wouldn’t be able to handle if anything happened to him. After she was done getting ready she walked out of the dorm to see Sack, Chibs, Tig and Piney. 

“Mornin Darlin’” Piney greets her, Lizzie gives him a smile and nod, Tig walked over and handed her a cup of coffee that she knew for a fact he didn’t make because Tig can’t do shit on his own and made a mental note to thank Half-Sack later.

“Here, hopefully this will help with your bitchy attitude.” Tig said.

“And they say chivarly is dead.” Lizzie deadpans back, Tig just laughs and walks away to go do whatever the fuck Tig does. Lizzie walked away in search of her grandmother because she was the reason she was so rudely awoken. Lizzie made her way to the office, which was where Gemma mostly likely was, because she did spend most of her there, and surprise that’s exactly where she was.

“Hey Babe, you ready?” Gemma said as Lizzie entered her office, Lizzie nodded her head and set down her empty cup on Gemma’s desk. 

“Go wait in the car, I’ll be right there” she said, Lizzie sat her grandmother’s small car that always made her feel trapped. About 5 minutes later Gemma came out. 

“Luann is meeting us at the hospital.” Gemma said as she sat down in the car. 

“Okay.” Lizzie said, most of the car ride was silent, Gemma said a few things here and there but didn’t really try to start up a conversation. When they both arrive at the hospital, they go into the waiting area, they see Luann is already waiting for them. When she spots them, she rushes over and gives Lizzie a hug. 

“Hi Lizzie, how are you?” Luann says as she pulls away, leaving her hands on Lizzie’s shoulders.

“To be honest, I’ve been better.” Lizzie says, a little shocked. 

“I can only imagine.” Luann says and removes her hands from her shoulders. Lizzie, Gemma and Luann all sit and wait for the doctors to come out and update them on Abel.

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About an hour later, Dr. Knowles came out, they all stood up and walked over to her. 

“Abel’s stomach surgery went well, but it’s putting a strain on his system. Dr Namid doesn’t want to wait, thinks we should do the heart surgery now.” She said.

“Okay so what happens—“ Gemma starts but Tara interrupts her.

“A specialist is on his way from San Francisco, one of the best pediatric cardiovascular surgeons in the country. Soon as he gets here, we’ll begin the procedure on Abel’s heart.” Tara said.

“That’s good right?, that they aren’t waiting?” Lizzie asks, Tara looks at her and her eyes go soft from the previous “doctor eyes” as Lizzie calls them. 

“It’s the best choice, yes” Tara answers and gives Lizzie a smile. “Okay, Thank you.” Gemma says. After a beat of silence Tara turns to Gemma.

“Can we talk?” Tara asks. Gemma looks at Luann and Lizzie.

“We’ll be right here baby.” Luann says and leads Lizzie away, even though she didn’t really want to go, Lizzie shots Gemma a look that reminds Tara so much of Jax that she has to look away, when she looks back she notices Lizzie is now looking at her, and gives her a smile and walks away with Gemma. 

“What is it?” Gemma asks.

“Wendy’s in really bad shape, Can’t stop crying.” Tara says, Gemma rolls her eyes.

“And?” She asks.

“I was hoping you could talk to her, or at least let her see her daughter. Just let her know she’s not all alone.” Tara says, automatically assuming Gemma is the reason that Lizzie won’t see Wendy.

“Trust me, nothing I’m gonna say to that crank whore is gonna make her feel loved.” Gemma says.

“Forgot just how forthright you could be.” Tara says back sarcastically. 

“You forgot a lot of things, sweetheart.” Gemma says, she wasn’t going to stand there and let the doctor who left her son talk to her like that. 

“If you have a problem with assisting on Abel’s case, just say so.” Tara says completely done with Gemma. 

“You a good doctor?” Gemma asks.

“Yes” Tara answers quickly. 

“Then I don’t have a problem” Gemma says. 

“Okay.” Tara says and starts to walk away when Gemma pulls up her shirt, this draws Lizzie’s attention and she sees the crow on Tara’s back, she assumed she got that for her dad, because all old lady’s do. 

“Guess there are something you can’t change” Gemma says.

“I leave it there as reminder that all the shit is behind is me” Tara says.

“I forgot just how clever you can be” Gemma says.

“If you change your mind, Wendy’s in there” Tara walks away and goes down the hallway and Gemma comes back to Luann and Lizzie. 

“What was all that about?” Lizzie asks Gemma.

“Nothing baby, don’t worry about it” she answers. As she, Gemma and Luann walk away, she makes it one of her top priorities to have a private conversation with Dr. Knowles. 

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Authors Note: So I’m backkkk, I tried a new style of writing for the story hoping it works better because I really wanted to be able to give more detail and I also tried to expand the relationship between Lizzie and the guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I might be able to post another one today but I’m not sure, I love you all and thank you for the support.