it’s me, 🥐 and i’d like to take a few moments to talk about protective!cassie
the way she would be so calm and soft and gentle talking to you. the whole holding your hands in hers and at eye level with you. but then, when she’s talking to someone else about whatever situation you’re involved in, she’s sharp. she’s clenching her jaw.
of course, pre established relationship she’d try to be more lowkey about it but i think if its a serious ordeal she wouldn’t care how it all looked. she just wants you to feel safe around her 🥺
this is canon to me. this is cassie mckay.
cassie’s always had this protective quality. it doesn’t matter who you are—a stranger on the street, a patient, even a wounded animal—cassie will try and help you. her protective nature is even stronger when it comes to those she loves. you and harrison are at the top of that list. ❤️🩹
you and cassie met at ptmc, working in the er. at the time she was an r2 while you were first starting out as a nurse. the two of you clicked right away and worked well together. your compassionate nature and desire to help aligned with cassie and how she goes about caring for patients.
the first altercation you had with a patient happened a month into your job at ptmc. you were checking on a patient who had been waiting in his room for an hour, and six hours in triage before that. he came in with a migraine, and cassie was his doctor. before being discharged, a routine work-up and labs were being performed to ensure there’s not an underlying issue.
when you entered the patient’s room, the lights were dimmed to help with his migraine. ordinarily, he wouldn’t have even had his own room, but the er was slow right now, and he was threw a fit over having a room in the dark, so robby let him stay in one for the time being. the patient was laying on the bed, and immediately sat up when he heard the door open. his presence was intimidating, and he seemed pissed. you stayed close to the door just in case you would end up needing help.
“hey,” you said, momentarily peeking at the patient’s chart to recall his name. “how are you feeling mr. mouty?”
“real fucking good, thanks for asking,” he gritted out.
“anything i can do for you?”
“yeah, you can hurry the fuck up. my head is fucking killing me.”
you glanced down at the chart, and then looked back to the angry man. “it says here dr. mckay metoclopramide 40 minutes ago for your migraine. you’re still not feeling any better?” you inquired, keeping your voice sweet and patient.
“if i did, do you think i’d be here?!”
“we’re just waiting on your labs. it’ll be another 15 minutes or so.”
“jesus, christ,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “i’ve already been here for hours! if you guys treated me sooner, maybe my head wouldn’t be fucking pounding!”
“i can get you water,” you offered.
“water?” the man said bitterly, then standing up. “i want you to treat me!” he angrily shouted, stalking over to you.
you walked two steps backwards until your back hit the door. you reached behind you, fumbling to find the handle. your eyes never left the patient, fear settling in.
“sir, if you talk quieter and lay down, that may help your migraine.”
“fuck you! i’ve been doing that for the last hour!” the patient, much taller than you, bended his knees, so he could be eye level with you. his breath was hot on your face. “you gonna help me, little girl? or are you just going to stand there like a bitch?”
right then, you were able to open the door. you stumbled out. taking three panicked steps backwards, you ran into something. someone. you turned around and saw that it was cassie. she looked at you confused, her eyes kind. but as her gaze went over your head and to the patient, it was like a flip switched. her usually kind demeanor darkened to something fierce and vigilant.
“everything all right?” cassie asked, her eyes slowly trailing from the man to you.
“i need a real fucking doctor!” he yells.
you didn’t say anything, instead just looked at cassie, everything you felt conveyed in your eyes. instinctively, she wrapped an arm lightly around your waist, pulling you to her side, where her hand then rested on the small of your back. once you were safe beside cassie, she looked back to the man, her sharp gaze unyielding.
“jesse!” cassie called out, her eyes still locked onto the furious patient.
from across the hall, jesse’s head perked up in your direction. he jogged over right away, sensing trouble could be brewing. cassie allowed jesse to take over while she left with you, turning a corner out of sight.
“you okay?” cassie asked as she turned you to face her, her hands on your shoulders.
cassie eyes rapidly scanned your face, trying to see if that was the truth. she could tell you were shaken, even if you didn’t want to admit it. cassie’s arms slowly dropped from your shoulders down to your hands. she smiled softly, her expression warm and comforting. cassie gave your hands a squeeze, feeling how your hands were shaking ever so slightly.
“how about you take a breather for 10 minutes? i’ll cover for you.”
“you don’t have to do that, mckay, i—”
“for me?” she asked, squeezing your hands once more, this time almost pleading.
“fine,” you gave in with a sigh.
“thank you,” cassie said, smiling sweetly at you. “i’ll go check on jesse.”
“yeah, no problem.” cassie’s hands slowly pulled away from yours, eventually dropping down at each of your sides.
you walked away and went out to the ambulance bay for fresh air and to decompress. unbeknownst to you, cassie came down hard on that patient despite jesse and robby having it handled. robby had to send cassie out of the room and forced her to take a breather too.
cassie came outside and talked with you, making sure you were okay. after a couple minutes of talking about the interaction you had with the migraine patient, the conversation naturally flowed into one about your lives. following your talk, you felt lighter, cassie doing a good job distracting you after helping you process what happened just minutes ago.
a year later, now that you and cassie were dating, her protective instincts for you were stronger than ever. so when a patient punched you, she was ready to murder somebody. after the assault, dana rushed you to a room and had samira examine you. she then ran around the er to look for cassie. dana found her in the break room. once cassie heard the news, she dropped her sandwich, and RAN across the er to find you. she entered the room panting, samira obstructing her view of you. when she stepped aside, cassie’s heart dropped.
“what the fuck, baby?” cassie murmured, rushing over to you as she leaned over to be at your level. her hands found your face right away, cupping your cheeks. she gently titled your head in every direction, making sure you weren’t severely injured. dried blood was under your nose and a bruise was forming on your cheekbone. “jesus,” cassie sighs. “are you okay?”
cassie didn’t say anything, just gave you a glare, her eyebrows pointed down. then she went back to examining you, despite your protests. her touch was cautious and light, treating you as if every part of you hurt unless you said otherwise.
“she’s okay,” samira said, typing something into a computer. “no fractures.”
cassie let out a sigh of relief and stood up fully, her hands still holding your cheeks. your hair was down, the ponytail you had already loose because of the previous trauma you worked on, and then getting punched knocked it out. cassie fiddles with your hair with one hand while the other rubs your back. she turns to samira then.
“samira,” cassie said, cutting you off. “you can tell me your story after, baby, i know you’re going to downplay.”
you sighed, knowing that cassie’s right. she knows you better than you know yourself sometimes. you lazily wrapped your arms around cassie’s waist, and your head rested on her stomach as samira explained to cassie what went down. you could feel your girlfriend’s body tense as the story of the patient punching you unfolded. you glanced up at cassie, her eyes sharp, her jaw clenched, and her hold on you growing more firm. you could feel the anger radiating off of cassie, her heart racing.
“and that’s when i came in,” samira said, done recalling what happened.
cassie gave her a tight nod “thanks, samira.” cassie then looked down at you, her features softening immediately. “do you want to add anything, baby?”
you shook your head, samira telling cassie more than enough. “no, that’s about it.”
cassie leaned down and kisses your forehead. usually at work, you both did your best to keep your relationship strictly professional. but in that moment, cassie couldn’t care less. samira left the room, leaving you two alone. cassie tilted her head sympathetically when you looked up to her, your eyes meeting.
“i’m sorry this happened.”
“i know,” cassie said as she sighed, still feeling guilty for not being there to prevent it. she sat beside you then, wrapping an arm around you. “it’s not fair.”
“i know,” you echoed before pressing a kiss to cassie’s shoulder. your eyes scanned her face, your chin then replaced the spot your lips were just on. “i love you,” you cooed in an attempt to relieve some of the tension in her body.
cassie chuckled, realizing that’s what you were doing. she glanced down at you. the way you looked at her with your chin on her shoulder made you look like an adorable puppy, your cute face irresistible. cassie couldn’t help the grin growing on her face.
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