⢠gn!reader, fluff, shaunâs feelings for u have just budded, 2 flustered idiots in love
it was a warm summer afternoon, sun setting low under misty clouds, windows filtering in sun in tall lines against the carpeted floor.
but the surgeon lounge is never a peaceful place no matter how it must be outside the walls. you and shaun were hunched over the same tablet, reviewing a patientâs MRI of his spine. the patient, a chatty, outgoing, extroverted 28-year-old james, came into the ER on a stretcher after suffering a bad fall and twisting his neck severely.
âhis c-1 all the way to c-5 vertebrae are displaced, mustâve suffered a really bad fall.â you remarked, looking at the screen which showed twisted bones.
âyes..we need to fix them into place using screws.â shaun nodded, as if agreeing with himself. but you werenât convinced, something was wrong but you didnât know what. âi donât buy it. something elseââ you were cut off by your pager sounding. code blue, your patient was seizing.
you, dr. melendez and shaun rushed into the patient room, melendez leading with shaun following close behind you in small but hurried steps. james was stable, for now. his tired and weak body taking shallow breaths on the hospital bed as if barely clinging to life but the lovely smile on his face never wavered.
âso, my doctors huh? i donât think a bad neck should cause me to seize.â james laughed, pale and shallow. âno, it shouldnât..â shaun looked away, fiddling with his thumbs.
melendez stood beside jamesâ bed, âwe have a reason to believe that your fall mightâve caused a brain injury, a concussion which may have caused you to have a seizure.â he continued, his gaze flicking to you and shaun before returning to the patient.
âi see..so what now? yâall are gonnaâ dig around in my brains now? that it?â james joked, but you could tell he was genuinely scared, frightened for his life. âmaybe.â melendez confirmed, âbut your brain scans didnât show any abnormalities, perfectly healthy.â he sighed.
âweâll have to keep you here for observation. to ensure you donât go through any more seizures and to figure out what is wrong with you.â melendez pushed off the bedside railing and returned to stand beside the door. âinform us if you feel anything unusual, especially on your neck.â
the day peeled into evening, sun setting over causing dark hues fading into even darker hues further up the sky. you and shaun were still in the lounge room, obsessing over james.
shaun had his eyes bored into the screen as if he could manifest a logical explanation out of thin air, but even he was at his seemingly endless witâs end. numerous books on the spine and the brain and everything in-between scattered across the large table, but still not even a clue.
when you suddenly saw it. it was almost in plain sight but you missed it earlier, the c-1 vertebrae was bent in such a way that it was pressing against the brain stem thus causing high cranial pressure and causing those seizures.
âi got it!â you exclaimed, shaunâs head shot up immediately. âyou did?â he echoed, you nodded and turned the tablet screen to face him. âlook here.â then you began explaining everything to him, and it all made sense then.
âit makes sense now.â shaun nodded, âi canât believe i missed that.â he stood up, arms flailing slightly. you followed in suit, rushing to his side. âhey itâs okay, we have the problem now. but we need to figure out a solution.â you sat down beside him, pushing his books out of the way.
shaun followed, sitting down too and leaning forwards, elbow brushing yours ever so slightly. âokay.â he nodded and began brainstorming with you.
when the perfect surgery was finally figured out and you two had pitched the idea to dr. melendez who had surprisingly agreed, you threw your arms up in equal parts relief and excitement. âahâthat was..tiring.â you stretched long and hard, cramped knuckles and joints popping with satisfied noises slipping from your mouth.
shaun was silent, for a long moment so like he was out of this plane of existence. you turned to look at him, âshaun? you alright?â you waved your hand infront of his face, snapping him out of his trance. âmm?â he hummed, eyes meeting yours for just a split second before he looked away.
âyou okay..?â you repeated, cocking an eyebrow. shaun didnât answer, instead he turned his face away from you as if trying to hide something, âyouâre..a good observer.â he commented after a long while, âand..a good partner to work with..â he continued.
it was true, you had been far more nicer, kinder and of comfort to him than anyone in this hospital and even outside. working with you felt right, in the best way possible. knowing he didnât have to wrack his brains to figure stuff out because he knew he could count on you, it felt nice. better.
the thought made his face warm up ever so slightly, a faint pink blush creeping up his neck traitorously. you were too busy processing the compliment to even notice shaun blushing. âiâuhâthank you..â you stammered, looking away too, trying to hide the own warmth in your cheeks.
shaun didnât know what to say now, his hands awkwardly flailed around, sometimes folding on his lap and sometimes fiddling his fingers. he settled on petting his hair, gently ruffling it to mess it up on purpose.
once you calmed yourself down you finally looked at him, âwell. we should go home now, itâs getting late.â you stood up, beginning to pack your things into your bag.
shaun stood up alongside you, nodding and packing his things up aswell, albeit messilyâwhich was highly unlike him. you glanced at the way he was just shoving stuff into his bag and then at his pinkening face and just smiled.
you reached out slowly, giving shaun all the time to move away before tucking a stray piece of his soft brown hair behind his ear. âslow okay? thereâs no rush.â you flashed a small smile, shaun short-circuited immediately.
god, you were going to kill the poor guy. but, surprisingly, your touch didnât burn him like most did. he didnât find himself moving away when you had reached out, his body stayed put as you tucked his hair back.
he found himself wanting more of your touch. more of you.
he shook the thoughts away and continued packing his things up, avoiding your gaze and his thoughts completely.
later when he was waiting for the bus at the stand outside of the hospital, he caught himself smiling at the thought of you but he didnât stop. he liked the feeling, the warm fluttery feeling in his chest and the melty feeling in the pit of his stomach, it was unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome.
as boarded the bus to his apartment, he had one thought in mind,
he wanted to see you tommorow.
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