Hey, could you do 1-4, 15, 45 of Ethan x MC? Thank you!
Okay, this is my first time ever writing Ethan so I really hope this turns out okay and you like it! Prompts #1, #4, #15 and #45 from this list!
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Casey was sitting in front of him, his desk between them, and his eyes fixed on the blood test results he was holding in his hands. He was concentrating enough to not notice her angry stare or the way her pen rhythmically drummed on her thigh. She put her pen down on the desk with unnecessary force and stood up, went to the coffee machine and, as she waited for her beverage, turned, leaning her back against the wall and crossing her arms, to watch him again.
"I may use glasses but I can see you." Ethan finally lifted his gaze and watched her, his face reflected no emotion. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
"Because I'm pissed off at you."
"I really can't see why."
"Of course you can't. Forget it." She took the cup and returned to her chair feeling his eyes on her as she observed some tomography. It was late, the hospital was mostly empty and quiet, especially inside of his office, as they kept looking for the disease that was affecting their latest patient. "Maybe Huntington’s disease? The degeneration of the brain cells match."
"But not the headaches and difficulty to breathe."
"Damn it…" She looked at her watch and sighed. It was 2:30 am and her next shift started at 7 am. "Ethan--"
"I want to discuss something with you." His tone was neutral as he searched for something in the top drawer.
"If this is because I called you a 'spoiled child' I'm not going to apologise."
"It's not that. Your definition was certainly accurate." He handed her a paper with Edenbrook's logo in the middle.
"What's that?" She took and read it. There was his full name, a little smile rose up the corners of her lips for a moment looking at the little 'Jonah' printed there, her eyes continued reading his information until one of the last lines caught her attention. “So…I’m your emergency contact?”
"Yes." He said with his expression unreadable, observing her. Her brows knitted together and her gesture serious.
"Change it back." She said with her eyes still fixed on the form.
"You heard me. Change it back." She repeated, leaving the sheet on the desk, an upset look on her face. This definitely wasn't the reaction he was expecting.
"You don't want to be with me but I have to be there if something bad happens to you?" Casey stood up, pacing around the office, collecting her coat and purse. "I want the whole package, not just the bad stuff."
"That isn't fair, Casey." Ethan said, grabbing her arm before she opened the door.
"That…" She pointed out to his desk without taking her gaze from him. "...Isn't fair for me. And I'm getting tired of all this."
"What, are you just going to walk away?" He took a step forward, his blue eyes looking intently at hers, his hand lowering towards hers and held it, giving it a little squeeze.
"I should." She stood frozen there, looking at him as he got closer and closer, until his face was inches away from hers. His large hand enfolded her cheek and, in just a blink of an eye, he was kissing her, his lips demanding over hers, his heat like an magnet. Using all her strength she separated and walked towards the door, opening it before returning to him. “Do it again. I dare you.” He stared at her without moving or saying anything until he took a step back. "Figures." She turned around, heading to the door.
"This is a mistake and you know it." He said, putting on his most inexpressive tone of voice and face.
"You put me as your emergency contact, you kiss me and then you reject me again." She put her coat on and, before closing the door behind her, with a pained look in her eyes, turned towards him. “You don’t even know what you want.” And the door closed behind her.
