A Dutiful Doctor - Olruggio
Gender neutral reader, Olruggio meets reader as they're enjoying a break from work. Neither Olruggio nor reader know their names, and it goes wrong when Olruggio tries to find out.
Probably going to do another part to this lol, not sure how to continue it though!
When you met him, you were having a day off when you had heard him swearing under his breath, clearly stressed over work. You look over and see a man, clearly someone who was a part of the witch community. He was looking urgently for a piece of paper he had dropped, the paper wafting towards you. You grab it before it can go any further, but because of how fast he was running, he lands up crashing into you.
"Sorry!" The man winces, feeling you under him. "Just an important commission."
"Don't worry, I get it." You reply, gesturing for him to sit up. "You look really stressed, are you alright?"
"Just part of being a grown man, nothing special." The man spits out, sounding like an insult to you for even bothering to ask him.
"Sit here with me for 5 minutes." You request.
"Or what?" The man growls.
"I won't give you this important paper back to you unless you sit here with me for 5 minutes.
The man pouts, but complies as he sits down next to you. You notice how tense he is, so you offer him a neck massage. He accepts, but asking for you to stop if he waves his right hand up.
"I'm a doctor, don't worry." You reassure him. "I never continue if a patient withdraws consent - even if it's after the procedure has started."
"A doctor, eh?" The man hums out, feeling you hands start to massage as he moans out of relief. "That's pretty impressive. Where do you work?"
When you disclose the place, he nods in approval.
"You must be pretty-oooh- pretty good." The man lets out another moan, blushing violently when he realises the indecent sounds.
"I think so - I've been there for a few years now." You smile.
"That's funny, I think I would know you." The man tilts his head.
"Ah, that's probably because I get handed the patients nobody else wants to waste their time on." You admit. "I'm glad I get them though - they're always so grateful for me being there."
"You must be a really good doctor if you're still there." The man smiles.
"I get that a lot from my regulars." You smile, before realising you have to head back to tend to someones gnarly wound. "Ah, I'll need to go. Here's your paper, by the way."
Before he can introduce himself to you, and ask to meet you again, you're already collecting dust as you sprint off to work in a panic.
--
"You're late." Your boss screams, no shame as the patients in the waiting room watch on. "What's your excuse this time?"
"I just lost track of time." You admit.
"Just take your elderly patient to your room." She shakes her head, before leaning in to whisper into your ear. "You don't belong here, and you know it."
What was that about? Sure, she told you many times she thought lesser of you because of the fact you were an outsider in her eyes, a term you didn't know of at first until someone else was kind enough to tell you - coincidentally, the elderly lady you were tending to.
"You don't belong here, you know." The elderly lady agrees with the whispered statement. "You belong somewhere that an entire community will see how wonderful you are." She smiles, watching you treat her without wincing at the less pleasant aspects of caring for people.
"Well, I can't complain when I have patients as pleasant as yourself!" You smile warmly at your patient, wishing she could find somewhere who would take you without a reference.
You knew that as disliked as you were by your colleagues, they would intentionally give bad references so you had to stay at their place to treat the patients they didn't like to treat.
Basically, anyone what they profiled as difficult.
"I'm moving to a town a few miles away from here, and they're looking for a doctor. I have ties to them, and you would be a perfect fit." She nods. "You in?"
"Do they need a reference?" You ask, skeptical of how convenient this was.
"Oh, if they need a reference, I'll tell them you're the only reason I'd be coming into this place." She chuckles.
"Well, I would be glad to take you up on the offer." You nod, the old lady lighting up as you accept.
"Wonderful! I will get the ball rolling, give me your address and watch for a letter." She concludes.
--
Five days later, you hear a man's gruff voice come through as you're just about to leave your office to get your next assignment. You knew you'd be getting someone soon, so you may as well get yourself mentally prepared.
"Hey babe!" You hear your boss sing out, to a man who had entered the establishment.
"I'm not y'er babe." The man tuts. "I'm asking about someone who works here, about this tall, really unassuming."
"Oh, but why are you looking for that?" Your boss giggles.
"Because I want to see them again." The man replies, not buying into the whole 'babe' act. "I thought they could give me some insight into some sig-"
"Oh, honey." Your boss pities the man.
"What, they're not an outsider or anything, so what's the problem?" The man protests, voice raised slightly.
"You don't know?" The boss cackles. "She is an outsider. Why do you think we give them only the difficult patients?"
"I wouldn't call myself an easy patient." The man protests. "I'll be back in a few days - book me in a personal appointment with them. "
You hear the man leaving, and a few minutes later your boss is stomping to your office. Slamming the door open, she doesn't give you the chance to ask about what happened.
"You're out." She spits. "Get out. We don't need your kind here?"
"I don't care about your rela-"
"Get out!" She screeches, stomping her foot and pointing her finger to the exit before storming to the staff room to cry.
--
Monday comes, and you finally get that offer letter. Immediate start date, a cottage will be provided to you, a good salary and a decent holiday package.
It was perfect for you.
You don't even think, heading out the moment you get the letter with your packed bags.
Thinking back on hearing that man you met talking to your former boss, it was clear he wouldn't have been interested in getting to know you as a person. He referred to you as an outsider - you understood that has been practically hammered into the witching community, but it still stung to hear him use the term outsider when talking about you.
Taking a deep breath, you make your way to your next job, a new found hope that came in the hands of one of your patients. You would have had to think of your other patients before handing your notice, but your boss fired you before you had to worry about that.
--
That same morning, Olruggio had entered your former workplace, looking forward to finally introducing himself to you. He had ranted to Qifrey about how he was taken aback when he found out you were not a witch, to which Qifrey was the anchor.
"Olruggio, remember when I had brought Coco here?" He asks. "You used some harsh words to describe her lack of magic background. And she did not hold that against you. I'm sure if you go in to meet this doctor on Monday, they will be more than understanding if you explain to them properly what you meant."
"But they might not be as open as Coco." Olruggio doubts, Qifrey, rolling his eye.
"Give them a chance to prove you right at least." Qifrey pleads, Olruggio nodding in agreement.
When Olruggio had entered the facility, the first thing he notices is a lot of angry patients, who had found out you were no longer there.
"Oh, please." Your boss tuts. "You're lucky you had them for as long as you did. We don't need to waste our precious time on patients who will just be a waste of resources. We need cases that have promise, they didn't fit our ethos."
The patients leave the place, furious over the only decent doctor leaving. Olruggio walks to the doctor, who puts on a kicked puppy act.
"Oh, they-"
"You fired them, didn't you?" Oluggio grumbles.
"Fine, I did." Your boss confesses. "You know, she just wasn't a right fit. I can see you for a... personal appointment."
Olruggio walks out without another word, devasted to hear he couldn't even speak to you. That massage you have him was that good that he wanted you in his life, even if it was only as a masseuse of sorts.
Gonna do a part 2 bc ive got an idea for it lol, sometimes it takes a while for a good plot to continue a part to come along haha