Links to my favorite stories/blurbs/one shots & the credits to all the authors🫶🏻 (if you do not want to be listed, please let me know). If you liked any of these stories, go check out the authors and give them love!
Also I apologize for it being so long!
🪐 - smut/18+, mdni
Credits to @rmstitanics for the divider :)
The Pitt
Dr. Whittaker (Dennis)
f*ck, marry, kill - @sapiensecrets
loverboy - @bounty-jes
wet t-shirt contest - @sapiensecrets
(pt1) Ring and an apple - @cupchattie
(pt2) Forgive and protect - @cupchattie
Frank Langdon
Non-displaced - @escapi3m
Jack Abbot
(pt1) Welcome to the Circus - @witchywidow97
(pt2) Just One Shift - @witchywidow97
(pt3) After Midnight - @witchywidow97
Bridgerton
Anthony Bridgerton
🪐 Maid For Pleasure... In The Servant's Quarters - @fayes-fics
🪐 An Indecent Proposal - @fayes-fics
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Doubts Masterlist - @iheartyouyou
🪐 bedroom hymns - @levanswrites
🪐 "A Different Tip!" - @murdock-slvt
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE ! - @lovebugism
🪐 Not Like That - @youll-never-get-the-g
bitter - @luveline
Eddie Munson
(pt1) bed chem - @snoopysupe
(pt2) bed chem - @snoopysupe
(pt1) Roll for Rebellion - @wonderlandwalker
🪐(pt2) Roll for Rebellion - @wonderlandwalker
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner
🪐 Overruled - @directedbygubler
mystery girlfriend - @plaidcowboy
a hello and a kiss - @alinathinkstoomuch
subtle diamond rings - @yasministration
girl crush - @goorgeousz
Marvel
Loki
🪐Presidential Feast - @alashazam @glasvera (this is their art blog, check it out!)
Wicked
Fiyero (I just love Jonathan Bailey..)
what is this feeling? - @maysileeewrites
RERUN - @delespresso
your fiyero - @fireinmoonshot
The Shiz University Book Fair - @captainsophiestark
to be changed. - @auroracalisto
DETESTATION - @delespresso
Top Gun
Bob Floyd
🪐 worst way - @geminiwritten
🪐 shy guy finish first - @hangmanwrites
🪐 short skirt weather - @geminiwritten
Twisters
Javi Rivera
CHASE IT - @roanofarcc
(pt1) Dear Javi - @floralcyanide
🪐(pt2) Dear Javi - @floralcyanide
Teen Wolf
Stiles Stilinski
"Your coach's daughter!?" - @voidangxls
The Summer I Turned Pretty
Conrad Fisher
Blessing in Disguise. - @certaimromance
(pt1) Storm Warning - @broodingboysimp
Long day, bigger feelings- @kerberber
The Wedding That Wasn't - @probably-writing-x
Nobody Knew About Her - @starkeyarchive
~ Note: I will be adding more to this and will update as I find more and go through my likes :)
the story of how one Dr. Trinity Santos' craving for authentic Mexican food led to Whitaker meeting the love of his life...
Polaroid | @siempre-bucky
While Dennis is treating Louie, a picture of Dennis and his wife falls to the floor. Dennis shares little glimpses of his personal life, and has a hard time coping after Louie’s death
send in the doctor | @cherryheairt
between patients | @euon111a
are you more of a coffee or tea person?
Take a Break | @escapi3m
She’s the light of the ER, one who pushes through what no one expects her to. However, when you’re only human, that’s not sustainable.
Birthday Shift | @/escapi3m
You work a rough 12 hour shift on your birthday but luckily Dennis works overtime to try and make your day better.
Imagine | @illumoria
You can’t stop playing with dennis’s chain | sirenskyy
weekend retreat with dennis whitaker | @miusies
You have a what? | @rickgrimes225
Dennis has girlfriend everyone knows about you right? He thinks they know about you but apparently some of them didn't believe him
Imagine, Part 2, Part 3, | @hucklesbaby
"Assigned to follow Whitaker, she’s ready to learn everything he has to teach. She doesn’t realize he’s the one learning something new. how hard it is not to fall for the girl who looks at him like a hero. Slow burn. Soft glances. One very bad idea."
“better than him” | @/hucklesbaby
two weeks since they first met, the closeness between them had grown even more, but he wanted to keep it professional, or at least that’s what he was trying to convince himself of. Trinity helped him ask her out before Ogilvie could.
Dennis Whitaker as the love interest, part 2 | @acpectros
Dennis Whitaker has a soft spot for his boss's daughter, or when Michael Robinavitch's daughter learned the hard way that she is indeed a player.
Dating Dennis Whitaker Headcanons | @the-bat-writes-imagines
Don’t You Want Me, Baby? | @somethingeh
ou really do like dennis, even when you don’t show.
Loverboy | @bounty-jes
four times Dennis’ coworkers wanted to meet his wife and the one time they did
Dennis Whitaker x reader | @mercury-retrogay
When you see something wrong in the world, it's your moral responsibility to try and fix it. This also applies to Dennis and children tv shows, somehow.
something about you | @dumbbandpoetic
four times dennis whitaker realises he’s falling in love with a resident at the pitt, and the one time he actually does something about it.
𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 | @springtyme
An unexpected visit over takeout leads to quiet first impressions, gentle curiosity, and a surprising easy evening.
dennis whitaker angst | @wynnevee
movie night | @none3456789
when a movie night at your best friends apartment is interrupted by an unexpected guest, you've got to find another way to stay warm.
Let Me See It… | @letshearitforthespacedads
Dennis Whitaker’s incredibly supportive partner wants to celebrate his new badge from work.
Different study night | @lipsunsmokedcigarette
You relief him after weeks of not being able to have sex because of studies
later, the day turns into night | @jackrrabbot
dennis stops running from love when he meets you. not immediately, and not without pain, but pain is something he knows well.
Dennis Whitaker x reader | @cartersway
A small scene of you and Dennis talking about his life before Pittsburgh.
Ring and an apple | @cupchattie
You and Dennis have been secretly dating for over a year and the ED just now finds out your boyfriend is their very own Dr. Whitaker with an apple bite.
Forgive and protect | @/cupchattie
You forgive Dennis for leaving a bite mark on your arm and you also protect him in a critical moment with a patient.
the weight of small things | @vanillapjm
They don’t fall in love the way people do in movies. There’s no single moment, no score swelling beneath it, no rain. It’s quieter than that. It’s the way two people who are both running on empty stop, briefly, in the same place, and find that the stopping feels better than the running did.
Widow | @bitchinbarzal
Choose | @/bitchinbarzal
The coffee. | @aures-nook
Dennis definitely liked that specific cafe because the coffee was good and no other reason. Definitely not the cute barista he manages to get the number for and go on a date with.
Drabble | @katescaffe
Real Man | @goddessofstarss
You were a fellow new grad R1 who finally got the money to move into an apartment, yay! But you needed help moving in, so you asked your fellow classmate/R1/good friend Dennis Whitaker for help. That is when you finally saw what being a farm boy did to a man
Welcome to my Dennis Whitaker directory, full of all the stories I love! Each work is credited to their amazing author, and if you enjoy a story as much as I do don’t hesitate to reblog or comment to encourage and show them some love.
masterlist ● The Pitt
⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪ rec list
⛨ The weight of small things┃@vanillapjm
five times dennis whitaker didn't say anything, and one time he did.
⛨ don’t you want me baby┃@somethingeh
you really do like dennis, even when you don’t show.
⛨ I’ve got you┃@sapiensecrets
you get a concussion while at work, courtesy of a med student panicking over a bit of blood.
⛨ miscommunication┃@dreamingofagoodfic
being in love with your best friend was probably a bad idea. an even worse idea? being in love with your best friend who is also your coworker and dating your other coworker. note to self: don’t talk to dr robby about relationship stuff.
⛨ real man┃@goddessofstarss
You were a fellow new grad R1 who finally got the money to move into an apartment, yay! But you needed help moving in, so you asked your fellow classmate/R1/good friend Dennis Whitaker for help. That is when you finally saw what being a farm boy did to a man.
⛨ ring and an apple pt2┃@cupchattie
You and Dennis have been secretly dating for over a year and the ED just now finds out your boyfriend is their very own Dr. Whitaker with an apple bite.
Summary: You forgive Dennis for leaving a bite mark on your arm and you also protect him in a critical moment with a patient.
Pairing: Dennis Whitaker X CN!reader (Charge nurse)
CW/TW: Established relationship, inaccurate medical terms, mention of drugs, guns, Car accident, assault *not proof read (SORRY)
AN: HEY Y’ALL HEYYYY, quick author's note- you can skip if needed! FIRST a quick thank you for all the likes and comments. I didn't think this would do well at all lol! I am so glad you guys enjoyed it. Here is part two! This one is kinda long… I think I went a little crazy. If you think I should keep this going lmk, feel free to send me your ideas! I will do my best to get to them, if any of you choose to do so. I didn't proofread so I am sorry lol! That's it… TANK YOUS!
Part 1 ! Part 2
You smile back sheepishly at the faces staring at you. The buzz of the trauma center has returned to normal but you have not.
“Yes,” you finally choked out. Nodding your head, you continued “Whitaker was... the kid”
“Is he?-”
“Yes, he is Mr. Blue... My boyfriend” You respond to princess happily shrugging your shoulders.
"How the fuck did I not know?!" Santos expressed with her arms crossed, leaning back against her chair. “I live with Huckleberry?”
The shock that had you in a choke hold found its way out of your body, With your breaking news settling in you start to feel a new mix of emotions, a sense of anxiety, and guilt.
Guilt that you and Dennis never told them.
Guilt that they found out when Dennis wasn't with you.
Nervous for the rapid question about to come your way — oh god, you were not ready for their questions.
You and Dennis didn't mind if they found out, but you imagined this interaction to play out with both of you present, not just you.
Now that Perlah and princess know, it is bound for this new hot and steamy gossip to spread like wildfire. While you and Dennis never cared or felt ashamed about your relationship, the fact that they now know changes things. You started to get a little overwhelmed thinking about it.
Their rapid questions had already started, not helping the overwhelming feeling that lingered. They fired mostly "how" and "when" questions at you.
Subconsciously, your eyes drifted to the room Dennis got called into. You needed to talk to him.
"Hey! alright cut it out" Dana stood up from her chair, standing between you and the rapid QA.
"Your questions are overwhelming, go do something" Her glare towards them was fierce but the group only halted, still looking at you for answers to their unresolved questions.
"You can take charge of a WHOLE trauma center without feeling overwhelmed but you can't answer a few questions?!" Santos asked trying to peer over Dana's shoulder.
"ugh yes... hehe?" you nervously laughed, quickly logging out of your computer and standing up.
Leaving the group behind with speed, you made your way into the room Dennis was in. Your hands shook a little as you opened the door. Dennis stood at the head of the bed his focus on intubating the patient.
You checked the patient's vitals before speaking. Robby smiled at you as you stepped to his side.
" Their vitals are good” he whispered to you, “The patient was sedated and is now in the process of being intubated." he updated you.
You nodded your head and updated him on the outside status "No other incoming traumas at the moment"
"Nice" His voice slightly high-pitched when he responds, His tone making you smile.
"Dr. Whitaker a word please" you called out watching as Dennis propped open the patient's mouth.
"What's wrong blue?" his focus never broke from the patient as he called out to you, something about this scene in front of you made you feel tingling throughout your body.
Stuck in your daze, it was only a matter of seconds before he was finished and looking up at you. His face and eyes that once tightly held focus were now softening at the sight of you. It was very subtle but you noticed it right away.
You didn't say anything, not wanting to draw dramatic attention anymore. You nodded your head back, signaling you wanted to talk outside the room. He nods, following you.
"Ohhh, Dr. Whitaker is going to get yelled at by one of our charge nurses. How bad do you think he fucked up?" Langdon poked at childishly.
Robby shook his head at Langdon, "Just be lucky it isn't you this time" he said causing Langdon's smile to drop. A shivering memory of the last time he got yelled at by you ran down his spine.
You walked into an empty room on the far side of the ED, away from the vultures lingering near the command center.
Softly you closed the door when Dennis walked in, "What's wrong?" he asked as soon as he heard the door click
"They know Den" you pressed your back against the door pushing on it as if you were trying to prevent someone from getting in.
"w-what?" He made his way to the light switch behind the curtain, unaware that you were now tracking right behind him.
"How though??" his voice squeaked turning around only to find you very close to him, your pointer finger instantly stabbed into his chest, not with enough force to hurt him.
He stumbled back from how close the two of you were, his back hitting the wall as you took another step closer.
"Because of you!" you whisper-shout. He pouted at your words, looking confused he leaned his head down and pointed at himself for some sort of clarification.
"ME? What did I do?" he asked softly, a little panic laced in his voice.
"You. BIT. me! Why did you bite me that hard last night?" You turn slightly pulling your left arm sleeve up, showing him the bruised teeth marks.
"shit!" He exclaimed, gently taking your arm in his hands, "I am so sorry, my love" his cheeks reddened but all he felt was guilt. He leaned down and kissed the mark, You pout feeling comfort in his actions.
"My angel, I am so sorry. I- I didn't mean to" he said, guilty eyes meeting yours, he looked down and shook his head.
Your heart hurts seeing the disappointment and guilt slowly take over his expression. Gently, you raise your hand to the side of his face, caressing his cheek, you watch as he melts into your hand.
"It's okay, I am okay" you say. You explain to him that Santos saw the bite on your arm before he came in and that was why you were glaring at him. You tell him that when he left his apple on the counter, Santos had somehow compared the bite from his apple and your arm. Rambling about how you kind of felt like it was a setup and then spiraling about how much things are going to change.
"This doesn't change anything, I don't care that they know. Baby, I am more concerned that I bruised you this badly...Let me check your iron levels and-" Dennis rambled, messaging the area and feeling around it.
"Den I am okay... really, I am" you say, taking a hold of his hands and pulling them away from your arm.
" And yes, it does!" you whisper dramatically, "it changes many things, right now they are going to interrogate us like the FBI. Then they are going to watch and dissect every interaction we have!”
"It will be okay" he smiles at your antics, trying his best to reassure you. He let go of your hands and started to pat down the sides of your hair.
"Are you upset that they know?" he asked looking into your eyes, his hands staying on the side of your head, gently holding it. You lean into him, feeling your familiar comfort space.
"No, definitely not" you hum, "I actually feel a little relieved in a way? - I don't know how to explain it?"
"Then everything will be okay" he said gently, " yes, they are going to act like the FBI with us but just give them time. They will lose interest in us the second something new comes up. Don't stress yourself out about the change"
You nod your head, knowing everything he said is true.
"You're right, thank you Denny" You smile, he leaned your head forward and kisses your hairline. Your anxiety calmed, Dennis always knew what to say to you.
He let go of your head and let his hands fall to both sides of your arms giving them a gentle squeeze.
"now please let me check your bruises out. I am so sorry - I really didn't mean to bite you that hard"
"Den I forgive you, no more apologizing. We had fun last night anyways" You smile at him, giving him a little wink, Slight blush crept onto his cheeks "I am okay, it doesn't even-" you pause, feeling your work phone vibrate. You frantically search for it, forgetting what scrub pocket you put it in.
"PTMC charge nurse blue" you answer the phone when you find it, stepping back from Dennis.
"Go ahead medic command" you say into the phone
"Four-car collision, six victims. one pedestrian, one infant, one teen driver, three adult drivers. First victims are 8 minutes out, the rest following right behind" You rush to the door.
"Thanks " you say hanging up. "Four car collision, let's go" Dennis follows quickly with your foot steps, his Right hand to his chest securing his stethoscope.
Before you open the door you look up at Dennis giving him a firm nod.
"We got this" he says reassuring you.
"Thank you" you say one last time before pushing the door open.
"Four-car collision, six victims. We need 5 rooms open and someone for peds. We have an infant and a teen driver victim. 7 minutes out or sooner" you yell out rushing to the command center of the ED.
Dana nods her head at you, standing up. "Come on people lets go! Discharge anyone we can right now, let's try to clear up some rooms. Move patients into the hallways if you need to" she directed, pointing people in multiple directions.
"I need all my doctors to finish up checking on their current patients and be ready for incoming trauma. We don't know what condition these people are coming in"
“Whitaker, your Med students are late? What the hell?!” Dana yelled
Dennis looked up at Robby, who was already looking at him. He gave him an apologetic look, frantically looking around to see Dana eyeing Ogilvie and joy who were walking out of the hallway where the lockers are.
Dennis inhaled deeply, slowly exhaling. Your boyfriend, the most patient person on the planet was starting to grow bothered with a certain med student. You watch his shoulders tense a little, and how he tries to relax them with a shrug and quick neck roll. You wish you could help at the moment but there was nothing you could do.
“Its okay” you whisper, “let Robby handle this.”
He nods, watching as Robby rubs his hands together and then presses them on his faces
“This is a trauma center, trauma doesn’t care what time it is. Our job is to be here on time and help people as soon as they come in. You can’t fulfill those needs if you are coming in super late. Please be on time next time, Javadi is here bright and early every day, she’s still a med student. Time management saves both us and the patient, am I clear?” Robby says to them, wordlessly they nod their heads.
“Incoming trauma lets go” he shouts as the first two patients get rolled in. On top of the gurney was a woman holding her baby. The woman had blood on the side of her head and body. The baby didn’t seem to have any blood or cuts on them, but they were crying frantically— most likely from stress.
“Jane, 28-year-old female, seat belt bruises, rib fractures, possible concussion, and multiple glass lacerations. Cory 10, month old male, seatbelt bruises and a head bump from his car seat...” One of the medics says, listing off the injuries and medication they had provided on their way.
Robby ran up, putting on some gloves, Mel followed right behind him. They introduce themselves, quickly starting their assessments while the medics continue to push the gurney out of the way.
instantly another gurney gets pushed in, "Chan, 18-year-old male. Head hit pretty bad, open head wound, possible concussion, very disoriented. Complaint of lower chest to rib pain, became agitated on the way over" The medic pushing from the head on the gurney.
Dennis was the first to greet this patient, you followed closely behind. Ogilvie watched you, flowing behind as well. The side of your eye glances at him before glancing at the ambulance bay doors. You see two police officers walking towards the doors, most likely coming to take statements.
Dennis is at the side of the gurney trying to walk with it. The medic stops in the middle of the ED so Dennis and you can make a quick assessment.
"Chan, I'm going to have to cut your pants, okay?" you say grabbing the clothing scissors, starting to cut at the left side of his pant leg. You don't even get four cuts in before the scissors are flung out of your hand. The patient had kicked both of his legs, yelling as he did so. Pain shot through your right hand that was holding the scissors.
"Get the fuck off me" he said lunging forward reaching for the bottom of his left leg.
"Chan" Dennis said, "We are trying to help, I am going to need you to calm down or we will have to sedate you"
Dennis nodded his head at Ogilvie, silently signaling to help restrain the patients. They both hold the patient against the bed, and he starts to calm down after hearing he will be sedated.
You look up at your boyfriend waiting for confirmation to continue, he gives you a nod. His hands firmly hold down the patient, biceps flaring at you with his stance. The back of your mind internally screams at the sight while you are in action.
Pushing it away, you look up at Ogilvie noticing his force on the patient is much less than Dennis's since the patient has calmed down.
You reach for the ends of his pants again, this time ripping the fabric with your hands since your scissors slide across the room. At the same moment, the patient jerked, yelling for everyone to get off him. You took a step back in time when he started kicking his feet again. He lunged again with more force this time, easily freeing himself from Ogilvie's restraints reaching for the same area.
Through the ripped flaps of his pant leg, you saw it. The gun now peeked out of the opening. It was strapped just above the ankle.
“GUN! Everyone get down! DOWN!” you yell
You head the room gasp, the sound of shuffling and footsteps was heard. In the quick second you had, you watched as nurses and doctors crouched behind desks and stations. For the side of the patient, Ogilvie dropped down along with the medic who was still at the back of the patient's head, hiding behind the gurney. Dennis at the other side of the patient continue to try to restrain the teen, desperately because you were directly in the most dangerous spot possible at the moment.
Everything felt like it was in slow motion, but in reality, it was not. You did not crouch or stand down, you reached for the gun at the same time the patient was reaching for it. Through your peripheral vision, you saw the two officers running through the double doors of the ambulance bay.
They would not get to you in time, you needed to act now. If you go to take cover he could easily turn to Dennis and open fire, you could not let that happen.
The patient was quicker than you, his hands gripped the gun, drawing it. You followed his speed, your hands gripping his on the gun quickly you found the button to drop the fully loaded magazine.
You watched as the magazine dropped onto the gurney. Hastily, you swiped it off with your free hand letting it clink to the ground, and sliding across the ED floor.
One officer assisted Dennis, restraining the patient fully. While the other officer ran to your side, snatching the now unloaded handgun from the patient's grip.
Ogilvie peered from behind, looking at you in awe. Dennis was pale, during that moment his blood ran cold. He felt frozen unaware of what to think or do. His face remained expressionless.
The gun was pointed at you, you were in direct line of fire… he could have lost you. Emotions flashed through him, instantly he felt rage toward the person lying on the gurney for putting him girlfriends life in danger. He pushed down harder on the patient.
Robby ran up with a syringe, stress written all over his face.
“Why would you do that?!” The officer with the handgun yelled at you. Dennis snapped his head up, glaring at the back of her head.
“All clear” she said, looking around and back at you.
You ignore her, pushing past her to try and help with the patient now that Robby had administered a sedative. The patient’s resistance slowly decreased until he lay limp on the bed.
You take place next to Dennis when pushing the gurney to a room.
“Are you okay?” he asked, you look up at him and nod.
You don’t regret what you did, you felt it was the right thing. You’re supposed to take care of the team, without a doubt, you are going to do that even if it means risking your own life. You could not let anything happen to them especially Dennis.
Robby cleared his throat masking you look up at him. You guys had just parked the Gurney in a room, the team worked moving under and over each other. He had a certain look to his face, nudging his head towards the doors, his way of asking about what had happened outside a few seconds ago.
“What? Abbot taught me… and I am fine” You were not entirely fine, you were confident in your action but still shaken up and scared even. You felt a little vulnerable when you really thought about a fully loaded gun being pointed at you- AND being in front of your boyfriend. ‘I am fine’ was all you could say before focusing on your work to drown the thoughts out, Robby shook his head.
The rest of the trauma patients from the car accident settled in. When there was a second to spare Dennis made his way to you.
For the first time at work, not caring who was in the room, he hugged you- tight. He closed his eyes, relieved he is able to still hug you and feel you wrap your arms around him, he gets to feel you melt into his arms. You really needed the hug but you assured him you were fine. He asked if you were okay checking around your head, you nodded your head, ignoring the pain in your non-dominant hand from where the 18-year-old had kicked you.
You didn't want to tell him, you had other things to worry about. You and Dana were busy trying to get everything settled for the night shift.
The moment ended quickly since your intern got called into a room by Robby. Dennis walked into the room, looking back at you before closing the door.
He and Robby were checking on the sedated 18-year-old. His labs and scans came back. In the corner of the room, standing guard was the police officer who had yelled at you. Dennis scowled at her before going to the patient to check his pupils.
The other officer who had assisted Dennis with holding down the patient walked into the room. Dennis looked up at him, they gave each other a tight nod.
“Chan has a warrant out for his arrest under multiple charges. DUI, auto theft, assault charges against women and a peace officer, and failure to show up to court. Based on the statements he was the cause of the pile-up today” The officer walked over to Robby and handed him the patient's wallet.
Dennis peered over Robby's shoulder, looking at the lab's results. He felt his blood start to boil, slightly angered about the information and test results they got back.
“Drug test is positive for fentanyl” Robby said looking up at the officers. They shook their head, eyes focused on the teen lying peacefully in the hospital bed.
Dennis analyzed the sleeping body, noticing the way his chest inflated and deflated. A small twitch in the hand caught his attention, he looked at Robby who seemed to have noticed too.
Robby made eye contact with Dennis, handing him the tablet to list off the other results.
“Positive for fentanyl… head staples, a concussion, and a few broken ribs” Dennis spoke, side eyeing the teen and looking harshly at one of the police officers.
“He will make a full recovery, hard to say for the other patients” Your boyfriend shut the tablet off, hitting the side of it against his palm. He looked up at Robby, silently communicating that he is ready to leave. “His Sedative should be wearing off soon”
He took one last look at the 18-year-old, clenching his jaw before looking up at the officer who yelled at You
“Keep him Cuffed to the bed” he said through his teeth, voice stern with authority, harshly pointing to the criminal.
He walked towards the door, Robby following behind. He was about to open the door when he heard Robby speak.
“Oh- ugh officer?” Robby said, both officers looked up at him, “Don't ever yell at my charge nurses, or any of my doctors and nurses again.”
The two officers looked at each other, one glaring at the other. Dennis and Robby left the room without another word.
The shift pretty much wrapped up after that, the night shift rolled in but all the day shift people stayed late to finish up their charting.
You sat with McKay, who was playing with your fingers while asking for your help in choosing the right words for her chart.
You sat backwards in your chair, your knees pressed against the backrest of the chair, and your back pressed against your desk.
Dennis sat at the computer across from you, keeping an eye on you. Being with you for so long he can tell when you are masking and right now he can tell that you are. He knows you want nothing more than to be home, wrapped in his arms.
Tonight he will go home to you and stay with you, He needs to make sure you're okay. Beneficial for both you and him, he feels he won't be okay with himself if he is separated from you.
The image of the gun being pointed at you is taunting him, the dread he felt, the feeling of thinking he was about to see you get shot still lingered.
He typed faster, just wanted to clock out and take you home already, your weekend should have started two hours ago.
Also, because Ogilvie has been giving you the googly eyes, it is starting to pinch a nerve in him. After a traumatic day, neither of you needed that right now.
Jack Abbot approached your desk with a tight smile, your back was facing him as you chatted with McKay. He leaned his weight onto the counter, peering over it a little and clearing his throat to get your attention.
Instead of turning your body you tilt your head back to peer behind you.
“Jack!” you smile, turning your whole body, now sitting properly on the chair.
“Ugh… I just got yelled at because of you. Don't ‘Jack!’ me” he said mimicking you. His voice held no venom just dramaticism.
“I just got told about your little hero stunt” he said with a smile leaning forward, “Good job kid” Pride filled his words, You smiled at him.
That smile didn't last long before he spoke again, “and I heard through the grapevine who Mr. Blue is… How come you didn't tell me?!?” he paused looked around, “Of all people!”
McKay twisted her head at Abbot, “Hey” she gasped dramatically.
Abbot ignored her, waving his hand off at her before directing his focus on Dennis. Who had obviously been listening.
“You better treat her well Whitaker” he said, pointing firmly at him.
Your boyfriend looked at him and then at you with an eyebrow raise, you laughed shaking your head.
“Abbot, you're two years too late for that talk” you laugh holding your hand up at him.
He was about to say something else before Robby appeared behind him. He looks at you and Dennis before pointing at the two of you, “With me now” he says before walking away.
You and Dennis look at each other before standing up quickly following behind Robby's long strides. Leaving your coworkers to stop what they are doing to speculate.
You made it to robbys make shift office, which Gloria had gifted him, The two of you sit down in front of his desk.
“I have a couple of things I want to run by you two” he started with
“First the two of you-” Your boyfriend cut him off.
“I'm sorry, we didn't tell you about our relationship! We just wanted to keep it private and we didn't want to make it such a big deal, we don't want this to affect our work. If it's too much… I can transfer just keep her here please” he rambled continuing to talk, you looked at home shocked by his offer.
Robby scoffed out a small laugh, “Whitaker stop” he says cutting Dennis off.
Dennis nods his head and closes his mouth. Nervously, he fidgeted with the hems on his scrubs. You nervously bit your lip, bouncing your leg on the ground.
“Your relationship is a topic to discuss but that isn't the important one. You've been together for a while already both working here and no one noticed. That only shows me you both are fully capable, I just need you two to sign an HR paper for safety measures. No one is leaving or transferring, I am not losing a doctor or one of my charge nurses without a fight” Robby reassured, gently waving up and down signaling the two of you to calm down, you both look at each other and nod. Your tense shoulders slowly started to drop.
“I want to talk about safety. What you did was incredibly stupid blue” he said looking at you, you sucked on your teeth, inhaling sharply.
“It was very brave of you but stupid. I understand Jack taught you, he is a good teacher but you've never done it in action before. I almost lost or had a charge nurse seriously injured on my shift and I cannot have that” he said sternly, “Nevertheless, I am very proud of you and grateful for what you did. You saved many people but that could have gone very bad so please think about your safety next time.”
You listen to him, nodding your head. “I understand” Before he could say thank you, you started to speak again. “But just how you can't lose someone on your shift, I can't either. My job is to keep this place running alongside Dana. I saw a danger and I acted to protect my people. Yes, I was underexperienced but I knew how to disarm him. The officers would not have gotten to us in time, Me taking this chance was way better than none. You always said ‘We do what we have to do to save as many people as we can’ and that's what I did. The possibility of me being down is way better than our whole ED being down.” You take a long breath, squeezing your eyes shut before opening them.
Robby nods his head, respecting the words. “ okay” he says calmly, closing his hands together. He knows you're right, thinking about all the different outcomes.
He turned to your boyfriend now.
“Whitaker, thank you for keeping a strong restraint on the patient at the time. I will need to have a personal chat with Ogilvie. If he had a stronger restraint this whole situation could have been handled differently. I am going to talk to Gloria AGAIN to see how we can better guarantee the safety of our staff.” Dennis just nods his head replying with a small okay.
“Thank you” you say softly.
“Now last thing before I have you sign the HR papers. You both were hands-on with something more traumatic than most days. I want you to know if you want to talk with Kiara or me about this and how this is affecting you, please do so whenever you are ready”
The meeting was over after that, and you both signed the papers. Robby released both of you, telling Dennis to finish his charts and both of you to give your hand-offs already.
You two went back to your place, stopping to pick up some of your favorites on the way. Dennis took a quick shower before running you a warm bath.
He lowered the lights in your bathroom, as you sank into the warm water. He frowned for the thousandth time today seeing his bite mark on your arm, He placed your food on the bath caddy tray ready for you to eat once you get settled. He sat on the floor outside the tub, his food sitting on his lap and he watched you relax in the warm water.
He just wanted to be near you, see you in the flesh. His right hand is in the water trying to massage away the bruise on your arm. Ditching his food he leaned over the tub to kiss your head, returning his head to his left arms that rested at the edge of the tub.
“I love you” he says through watery eyes. Emotions from today to great to ignore.
“I love you too Den” You pause, reaching to wipe a tear with your already wet hands, “I am not going anywhere”
You lean forward kissing his nose. You laugh nervously as you sit fully back into the tub.
“What?” he asked, confused like a puppy.
“Ugh, now that we are home and not trying to save a patient… My hand kind of got hurt from when the patient kicked me” you say watching as Dennis's face drops.
Instantly, he reaches for your hand, which you gladly gave to him.
“You should have said something baby” he says examining it. It was swollen and tender but not broken.
“Keep it out of the warm water, I will get an ice pack and wrap it when you are out” he said gently kissing it, as he does with all your other injuries.
You felt better, you felt loved, you were with your safe space in the comfort of your home.
Dennis will always be your safe space, You are not leaving him anytime soon, nor would you let anything happen to him.
Summary: You and Dennis have been secretly dating for over a year and the ED just now finds out your boyfriend is their very own Dr. Whitaker with an apple bite.
Pairing: Dennis Whitaker X CN!reader (Charge nurse)
CW/TW: No use of Y/N, you are referred to as “blue”. Job Title is charge nurse, you work alongside Dana. Established relationship, Secret relationship, throwing up, biting, cursing, mention of needles and sutures, inaccurate medical terms, making out, not NSFW but slight mention/insinuation of car sex.
(not proofread, sorry!)
Part 1 ! Part 2
"You are killing me!" Dana laughed
You and Dana sat at your computers, laughing at something you had said. She was to your left, typing away on her computer.
You were on your computer beside her pulling discharge papers for a patient. A gasp from Dana shifted you out of your focus. "Oh heavens, when did Mr.Blue get you this??"
Her warm hands yanked your left hand away from your keyboard mid-type. The action surprised you, catching you off guard. However the rushed feeling of blush and heat spread across your face when you realized what she was squealing about.
Your boyfriend had gotten you a promise ring. Saving up from a few of his most recent paychecks, he wanted to get you something special. He wanted to show you with actions that he is ready and committed to you. So he bought you a promise ring, He thought it was cliché for your guys' age group at first but then he started to think of it in a different light. You get to walking around happily with a ring that matches your perfection, You get to show off how happy you are in a healthy relationship. You get to feel the reassurance you occasionally needed when you look down at the ring and remember the words he said to you.
" I promise to love and cherish you every day, I promise that I will save up the money to buy us the dream house you have always wanted. I promise you that when I do buy us that house, I will properly propose to you and we will have the most beautiful ceremony in our backyard. We will finally live together, and build a family. I promise to be the man you deserve, to take care of you in any way possible. I promise that in the near future I will marry you."
Your heart felt like it was getting swallowed just thinking back at the memory. You smiled fondly, looking at Dana who examined your left hand.
"When is the wedding?" She assumed it was an engagement ring.
"When did Mr. Blue pop the question?? Why didn't you say anything?" Dana squealed again, her accent thick with her words. She refers to your boyfriend as "Mr.Blue", in fact the whole ED does. For the simple fact, they don't know your boyfriend. They don’t know his name, what he looks like, anything really... or so they thought.
You and Dennis have been dating in private for almost two years now. You both never mentioned it to anyone and no one even suspects it.
The team knows you two are close but you've always kept it professional and given each other a good amount of distance at work.
Occasionally, you would mention having a boyfriend not giving away a name or feature, while Dennis never mentioned anything about his dating life. They didn't even think he had a girlfriend.
You started dating six months before he started working at the PTMC center with you. You had been a charge nurse alongside Dana for a while already, and Dennis had just moved here from his hometown.
The two of you had run into each other one day when you were walking in for your shift. He had bumped you pretty hard on his way out, causing both of you to drop your belongings. Panicking he apologized profusely, helping you up and gathering both your things. He handed you your handbag, keys, and phone, while he went back down to gather his papers and phone from the floor.
"Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" he said breathlessly as he struggled to control the panic in his voice
"I am okay. What about you?" you asked, dusting your scrubs off. He nodded his head tightly, wordlessly responding to you.
You got the chance to look at him, He was wearing regular jeans and a dark oversized gray T-shirt. His curly hair was slightly overgrown from whatever previous haircut he had, it fit his features well. His cheeks were rosy, which made him look even more adorable than you already thought. He had an awkward smile on his face now. Honestly, it seemed more like a nervous cover-up smile. He was swaying his body anxiously as he held his previously scattered papers close to him.
You felt a ping in your heart. He was cute, REALLY cute. Suddenly, you got hit with nervousness, but you swallowed it and smiled.
"I'm okay" he mumbled, looking at the floor. Awkwardly, he fidgeted with the corner of his papers. Your smile widened watching his actions.
"I am blue, I am a nurse here" you told him, reaching out to shake his hand. He finally looked up at you again, extending his hand. They were soft and warm, maybe a little too warm.
" Dennis Whitaker, MS4" a shocked expression crossed your face.
A med student? You thought, "Doctor... okay!" You smiled again nodding your head with a more pleased expression, a little chuckle left his mouth.
"Does that mean you are going to pursue a residency here?" you question, you notice his shoulders become loose, the topic causing him to become less tense.
"Thinking about it" he waved his papers, "This is the one I have my heart set on, but there are others I have been looking into" he said freely. His new smile held a lot more genuineness to it, his facial expressions soft and pleased, his eyes with a hint of pride.
"Not that you asked" you say. Looking down at your watch, you start to take small steps past him and towards the entrance. It was time for you to clock in already. "Listen to your heart Doctor"
He turns around to look at you, nodding his head. "Will do… Thank you!"
You were walking backwards so you could look at him again, "I have to clock in now but I hope to see you around Dr. Whitaker"
“Yeah! … you too blue” he awkwardly waved.
Giving him a final smile, you fully turn around and walk into the chaos of the ED.
A couple of hours later, you did end up seeing Dennis again. You had received a call on your personal phone mid-shift. It was then, that you noticed your phone wasn't actually yours? The lock screen was different. Instead of seeing your usual lock screen, you see a young boy hugging a baby calf.
Finally, you see the number calling was your phone number. Your phone had gotten swapped with Dennis's phone when you guys bumped into each other.
Dennis called his phone number using your phone. He apologized many times, reassuring you he did not mean to take your phone. Unable to come back to the ED for a swap phone right now, you came up with the idea to meet at a cafe after your shift.
The cafe went very well, both of you forgetting the whole reason you met up was to swap back your phones. Laughing and talking about any topic your minds would come up with. Quickly, your and Dennis's dynamic became comfortable.
By the third hour of hanging out with Dennis, he knew he needed to keep you in his life.
"If you are okay with it" Dennis started, the two of you walking side by side slowly on the sidewalk of some random park. "I— I would like to do this again sometime?"
Nervously he looked up, scared of feeling any type of rejection. His face softened when he saw the twinkle in your eyes, and the faint blush creeping. A little chuckle left your mouth.
"Make this a dinner and you've got yourself A date”
“Re —Really? … A date?” He stuttered, "Yes, A date" he confidently reassured himself, heat rushing to his face. His hands felt like they were overheating, but he blamed the temperature on the tea he was holding in his hand.
"Yes, A date" you mimicked his words in your own delightful tone. You felt hazy, hands slightly shaking. You may have blacked out a little in your moment of confidence.
Now here you sit at the charge nurse station with Dana, who was still gushing over the ring Dennis got you.
"He got me this about a week ago" she squeezed your hand, "Our two years is around the corner but he was too eager so he gave it to me sooner"
"Oh my God he was going to propose on your two years!" she exclaims
"No no, it's a promise ring. He wants to buy us a house before he officially proposes" You squeeze her hand back before finally letting go and turning back to your computer.
“Kid has dreams!” She paused "Wait!- You're telling me it's been two years and we still haven't met him?!" Dana shook her head.
"Who?” Frank asked walking up to the desk, looking down at the girls. Trailing behind were Dennis and Robby.
"Her boyfriend! Look he got her a ring!"
Your eyes meet with Dennis, a sense of comfort washing over you. He smiled at you fondly, his ears perked up, growing slightly pink when Dana squealed about the ring again.
Robbys eyebrows lifted in surprise, "Well congrats!" he said with a smile. You nodded a quick thank you, "not an engagement ring yet" you corrected
"We are never going to meet this dude! Watch her boyfriend be a cut out of Dylan O'Brien" Frank joked, throwing his hands in the air giving everyone a goofy smile.
Dennis rolled his eyes at Langdon, amusement and a hint of annoyance laced in your boyfriend's demeanor. He handed you his previous tablet in exchange for a new one.
"Dr.Langdon, just because your first marriage was a cut out of Dylan O'Brien doesn't mean mine will be" you joked, handing your boyfriend a new tablet mouthing "sutures"
He nodded his head at you while laughing at your comeback to Frank. You feel fuzzy when you hear his familiar laugh. You watch your boyfriend closely, his Biceps flexed as he gave the iPad a light squeeze for a good grip. His lips moved as he soundlessly read and examined the information on the tablet.
"Quick and easy" he says looking up at you, "Can you assist me?"
You answer by standing up, looking back at Langdon who was struggling to come back from your words.
"Alright duties call, Go be a doctor or something" you tell him moving your hands in a shooing motion.
“Robby, discharge papers are ready for room 5” you said turning the corner towards Dennis making your way towards the patient's room. From behind you can hear Dana harshly whisper, "You're the reason we don't get to meet him" and a small "ouch" following after.
Walking side by side with Dennis, you look at him. He was already looking down at you, a soft expression on his face.
"Hi" you whisper, finally being able to greet him after the majority of your shift, you both had 3 hours left.
He looked around the hallways before leaning done closer to the side of your head, "Hi Baby" he whispers back.
"How are you Mrs. Whitaker?" he says quietly, satisfaction taking over him when he sees a tint of red at the top of your ears.
MRS. WHITAKER?!?, The inner demon clawed at your chest.
"I am tired Mr. Blue. How about you?" You play along letting your body lean towards him, stopping yourself at a good distance.
"I am ready for the shift to be over, so I can take my girlfriend out to eat. Do you by any chance know what she might be craving tonight? " he asked
You hummed In response, “You, maybe?” he halted at your answer, craning his neck to look down at you. Frantically he looked around then back at you. His eyes are screaming Don't say things like that I am shutting down.
“Oh but if you are talking food-wise, she has a couple of things in mind” you laugh, opening the door to the patient's room.
Dennis was still in a distressed state of mind when he entered the room. He fumbled over his words as he introduced himself to the patient, constantly looking up at you, the tablet, and the patient.
You shake your head amused that you can still so easily get to him. You thought by now he would be used to you and your relationship, that certain things wouldn't have the same effect as they did in the beginning of your relationship, but Dennis constantly proves you wrong. He says things that still make your stomach turn in a good way and clearly, you do the same for him.
“Alright, we did a couple of tests on you to rule some things out,” Dennis said fluently now after clearing his throat and shaking his head. Trying to shake his previous thoughts away.
“Everything came out clear! All we need to do is give you some injections to prevent infection and stitch up your wound” he said, ordering you to grab the necessities.
As you are placing the needed tools and the tray for Dennis, you notice the patient looking pale. His eyes lingered on the injection needles and suture hook.
Sweat was starting to develop on the top of his head, “Honey is everything alright” you ask gently placing a hand on the patient's shoulder. Dennis, who was putting on some gloves looked up.
“Hey, what are you feeling?” he asked, rolling his chair closer.
“No, I’ll be fine. Just terrified of needles—” he cut himself off. Vomit spewing out of his mouth and directly onto Dennis’s scrubs.
Horror filled all three pairs of eyes, you took and step back. Sympathetically look at your boyfriend, he pushed his roller chair back in hopes of dodging the throw up but of course that didn't work out in his favor.
“I'm sorry! Im so sorry! Oh my God, I am so sorry Doctor!” he panted wiping his mouth.
“I-It's okay. Ugh- Can you get him some nausea and vomiting medication” Dennis asked you, eyes pleading for help. You handed the patient a tissue and Dennis some paper towels from above the sink to try and clean himself up a little.
Without a word, you walked out of the room and back in quickly with the patient's medication.
“Please take this, we will come back in a few minutes to continue the stitches”
Dennis sighed frustrated as soon as the door closed, “Really? Why me?” he threw his arms in the air, marching behind you to your station.
A couple of heads turned his way, disgust on their face when they smell the throw up on him.
“I don't know but here” you say softly bending down under your desk and pulling out another pair of black scrubs. You keep an extra pair for him knowing his luck with the patients versus scrubs is not the best.
Dana, Mel, and Langdon sat around at their own computers. All with a very expressive look of discomfort from the smell radiating off your boyfriend.
Dennis paid no mind to them. His eyes focused on you, the tight bothered expression he carried had now softened as you leaned over the other side of the desk handing him the new scrubs.
“Go change, we will go back in when you are done” you gently say
“You are my angel blue” he said. If there was no one around, if you guys were not at work and he didn't have throw up dancing all over his scrubs. He would have pulled you in for a kiss, but instead, he gently took the scrubs out of your hands and walked towards the bathroom.
“Careful now Whitaker. Wouldn't want her imaginary devil dog of a lover to come after you” Langdon called out, imitating a rawr.
“Aww, sweetie. Don't talk about your mother like that,” you say, over your shoulder. Fake sympathy dripping from your voice.
“Wait? You are dating his mother?” Mel asked, catching a stiff laugh from Dana and an eye roll from Frank. Mel sat confused looking at Frank with a curious expression.
The end of the shift came quickly, no more scrub changes or anything dramatic after the last. You and Dennis ended up in a booth at your favorite late-night restaurant, debriefing after a long day.
You had just finished your food, having some leftovers on your plate. You leaned back looping your arms with Dennis’s, hugging onto his arm as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“I’m as full as a tick on a tampon” you sigh patting your belly and adjusting your scrub pants.
Your boyfriend laughed, shoulders shaking your head with each chuckle.
“Have you even seen that before?” He questioned leaning back into the booth, letting you melt on his side.
“No, I have not. It's just an expression!” You kiss his shoulder and lay your head back down on it. You got a whiff of his nature musk, before changing into the new scrubs you provided for him. He took a quick body shower in the employees' bathroom to scrub off the scent of throw-up, washing any leftover scent of his cologne off with it.
After paying, the two of you sat in the car for a bit, trying to shake the tiredness away. Dennis sat in the driver's seat watching as you played with his fingers on the center console
He looked around the parking lot, seeing that the place was empty now. Their parking spot was sectioned off from the restaurant.
“What did you say you wanted to eat?” He asked out of nowhere with a mischievous tone, grabbing a hold of your hand that was playing with his. He brought it to his lips for a kiss before returning it to the center console.
Confused because the two of you just ate. You answered anyway, “I said here” pointing to the restaurant.
“No, you said something else before you said this place” You tilted your head at him, leaning against the center console. Both your hands are intertwined now and rest under your chin, His heart crumbled at the sight of you.
“Before I got thrown up on like the grudge from one of our patients” you stifled a laugh, moving your locked hands from under your chin and pressing the back of his to your lips for a kiss. He felt you smile as your lips pressed against his hand.
Your laugh and smile intoxicating him like a fast-acting drug.
Shy from what you had said earlier, you mumbled a response “I said you”
He smiled fondly, watching you with amusement as you lightly bite his hand. Resting your forehead on it to try and hide your blush.
Somehow he was able to release his hand from your tight grip, using it to pull your head up.
“Me too” he said leaning forward, hastily crashing his lips on yours.
Quickly, the action became heated. One second you are leaning over the center console for a heated make-out session. The next his driver's seat is pushed all the way back with you on top straddling him.
“Maybe we should go back to my place” feeling self-conscious and paranoid being so vulnerable like this in a semi-public setting.
“No” he said kissing down your neck, your chest, and left arm leaving little bruises that should be gone by the morning. You were breathing heavily, his actions making you weak. “No time to go home” he whispered through kisses
Your hands were tangled in his hair, squeezing and tugging at the back of his head when he harshly kissed your lips again.
It was safe to say your extracurricular activities did not make it to the bedroom.
The next morning at work was a nightmare, your body was sore and tired. Mentally you are in bed resting in Dennis’s arms and a thick comforter wrapping around you two with whatever random YouTube video he put on. Physically you were clocked in and dragging your feet to your computer.
“You look like shit” trinity said
“Oh baby, bad night's rest?” Dana asked, leaning back in her chair to look at you.
Embarrassment clouds your emotions, knowing why you are so tired. Why did they have to ask?, you thought.
“Yeah, I just need some coffee” you say, feeling like you are giving away all the flashbacks from last night. Sighing, you sat down on your roller chair and started to boot up your computer. You lean back in your chair, giving your back a good crack.
You raise your arms and gather your hair into a ponytail, your shirt shifting as you do so.
“Holly shit” you hear Santos gasp. You turn your neck to her with a questioning look, letting your hands fall to your lap. “When did you get that? It looks like it hurts”
“What?!” you question, slightly panicked looking around your body. Dana, Perlah, and Princess eyed Santos when she squatted beside you and pulled your left arm sleeve up.
Just above your elbow was a bite mark, with light bruising outlining teeth. “Oh my God” the group of nurses watching gasped.
A grim expression consumed your face when you saw the mark. More flashbacks from last night flooded your brain. In the car you remember leaning to the side for a better angle, Dennis trying to quiet his moans attached his mouth to the back of your arm. At first, you just felt a sucking sensation but then you felt his teeth sink into your skin as his eyes rolled shut. It didn't hurt you at all just a little sting, so you didn't think it would leave a mark but with the way the bite looks, it seems your nervous system had just drowned that pain out.
You stare at your arm, mouth slightly open now. Dennis had bitten you… And his teeth marks were loud and proud on your skin.
“Who the hell bit you?” Santos questioned
Panicked you frantically looked around, and at their faces.
“O—oh a kid bit me” you said, laughing a little to play it off. “It didn't hurt at all, I didn't think it would leave such a mark… Don’t worry I am fine” you say taking a hold of Santos' hand and patting it. You can tell her eyes were threatening to roll. Clearly, she didn't believe your story. You overthink what part of the lie she didn't believe, was it the part where the kid bit you? or the fact that it didn't hurt?
“You should have said something, sweetie! Was this yesterday?” Dana asked, resting her hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah. - Yeah it was yesterday” you said, “Don't worry really”
“Well, did you get it treated?” Santos asked.
“I treated it. Don't worry I will make sure to ice it periodically “ you tell her, letting go of her hand so she can return to her desk.
“Next time let someone know baby” Dana said shaking her head.
“Will do” you sigh, trying to brush off the conversation.
You held your head in your hands rubbing your temples for a second. Lifting your head, you finally signed into your computer, clicking through your emails.
“Hey,” Your heart skips a beat. You didn't have to look up to know it was Dennis, his voice cheerful and happy as he approached your computer at the main desk.
He smiles at everyone, greeting them individually. His smile faltered when his eyes landed on your glaring ones.
“Don’t mind her, she got bit by a kid yesterday” Dana said.
Dennis’s head retracted back a little, eyebrows furrowing with concern, the right side of his lip tugging up. His face wordlessly questioned you, thinking why you didn't say anything to him? But still he nodded his head. “A kid?…”
“Nice of you to finally join us, Huckleberry! You never came home last night” Santos stated, looking at the pleased expressions on his face “What's got you so happy? And running late?” she pushed
“I was running late getting everyone coffee” he said in a mocking tone, towards Santos. Only choosing to acknowledge the safe topics “It's in the break room”
Her eyes light up, “Wow! Who milked a cow into your cereal” she cheered, standing from her chair.
“Here a peace offering… breakfast!” she said with fake enthusiasm tossing an apple towards her roommate. Dennis easily caught the apple, hoping to impress you and your watchful eye.
Indeed he did impress you, you drooled over him for any little reason but you shook it away trying to stay bothered with him and his bite mark on your arm.
“Thank you” he said biting into it, not getting a chance to even swallow his bite, Robby rushed out of a room yelling “Whitaker, S15 Now!”
“Oh shit” Dennis cursed with a full mouth. Hastily, he slammed his apple on the countertop just above your computer.
“I-I gotta go” securing his stethoscope with his left hand as he rushed off into the room.
Within seconds Santos lunges forward towards the apple. Nearly squishing you against your computer desk.
Analyzing every carving of the apple and yanking your left sleeve back up comparing the two bite marks. You swat her hand away and pulled your sleeve back down.
“HUCKLEBERRY WAS THE KID?!?” Santos yelled.
Heads turned to the main desk due to the commotion, watching eyes, entertained with everything that was unfolding. Shock painted all over your face, unsure of what just happened and what to do, you looked around not saying a word.
