thinking about the possible heartfelt scenes between mel and frank in season two. mel opens up about the past 10 months, the struggles, how night shift was the worst part, second to frankâs absence. mel is never one to get much sleep, but that combined with beccaâs schedule, it was never a smooth transition. frank agrees, saying night shift is something you can never really get used to. she tells him about this windowsill on the 4th floor in the north stairwell that overlooks the city. when she was on nights, if she could slip away for a few minutes, sheâd go up and watch the sunrise. she wasnât able to do it everytime, but whenever she did, it made those shifts worth it.
by the end of the day, most of the day shift is up on the roof waiting for the fireworks to start. frank is hesitant to join everyone. he would never admit this aloud, but part of him is nervous to be in the same space as robby any more than necessary, nevermind being on a literal roof. dramatic? yeah, maybe. but cassie encouraged him that it would be good to be with everyone, so he agreed. he realizes, while taking the stairs up two at a time, that he hadnât seen mel leave, so he hopes she is already up on the roof.
frank sits in one of the folding chairs near the back, and scans the crowd, but doesnât see that familiar honey blonde braid. he figures heâll give her a couple more minutes, the show not scheduled to start for another 10 minutes. but then that turns into 5 minutes, and then 3. nobody is paying attention to him anyway, so he sneaks back through the door and starts back down the stairs. he wonders if sheâs stuck with a pateint, or maybe she did manage to sneak out without saying goodbye. but it isnât until he passes a windowsill on the south stair well that he knows exactly where she is. he heads off in a sprint towards the north stair well, 5th floor, right? or did she say 4th?
he sees her before she sees him, sitting on the large windowsill, her arms holding her knees to her chest, and he can tell she has her headphones in. he walks into her frame of vision slowly, hoping not to startle her. she turns and meets his eyes, smiling, âhiâ, she says, taking out her headphones.
âheyâ he says, breathless, âsorry, i justâŚyou werenât up on the roof, and i wanted to make sure you didnât miss the showâ
as if right on cue, the first string of fireworks are set off, and their attention is directed out the window, where thereâs a perfect view of the fireworks.
âdo you wanna sit with me?â, mel says, turning her attention back to frank.
always, frank thinks, but settles on a simple nod, and sits down across from her, pulling his knees to his chest, mirroring her. few words are shared, as their attention stays mainly on the fireworks, but frank canât stop himself from stealing a few glances at mel. the colors of the fireworks painting her face, her small smile. how could anyone ever do anything but admire her?
they both have their lives to get back to, but for these few moments, they can stay in this reality without worrying about everything that waits for them outside the doors of the hospital.
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