After getting covered in nearly every bodily fluid known to man, Dennis would think he’d have the scrubs exchange process nailed down.
But, for some reason, after a particularly disgusting case, he forgets to grab a pair of latex gloves to pull off his latest set of soiled scrubs. He tries to find a dry portion of his scrubs to grab onto, but this last patient put him through the wringer.
Robby happens to pass by, and Dennis desperately calls out, “Dr. Robby!”
The older man turns to look at him, his smile growing when he sees his current predicament.
Dennis sighs and holds out his bare hands in explanation. “Help?”
But Robby seems to misunderstand or thinks his own gloved hands are faster, because he’s suddenly in Dennis’ space pulling the top off of him.
Robby tosses the shirt into the scrub exchange and raises his eyebrows. “I don’t suppose you need help with your pants?”
Dennis just stares at him, his mouth agape.
What he wants to say is yes, please help me out of my pants, but can we do this again after our shift sometime? Instead, he says, “Buy me dinner first.” Which is arguably worse.
He needs to stop spending so much time with Trinity.
Robby’s eyebrows skyrocket and he turns a cute shade of pink as he steps closer to him. He reaches out, untying the strings of his scrub bottoms, and lowly says, “How does tonight sound?”
“Great,” Dennis chokes out as Robby hooks his fingers into his waistband.
He tugs lightly but doesn’t actually pull them down. Instead, he snaps them against his waist, and says, “Looking forward to it.” Before heading off as if he didn’t commit many HR violations.
Dennis trips as he pulls off his pants, stumbling into the machine and making a fool of himself as he watches Robby walk away.
It’s totally worth it though.
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