summary — how obvious does frank langdon have to be for you to realize his feelings for you?
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content — fluff, no use of y/n, no descriptions of reader's physical appearence, no warnings other than light cursing, oblivious!reader, langdon's kinda dorky, reader works at the pitt
a/n: this is shorttt and i wasn't sure how to really end this so i might do a part 2 later! hope u guys still enjoy it!!!
you've been having a rough shift, rougher than usual. the atmosphere at PTMC felt strange and the patients you've dealt with today were crazier than usual. you could've sworn it was just sleep deprivation that made you feel like that, until javadi leaned against the desk you were currently sitting at.
"am i the only one who feels like everyone has gone crazy?"
you looked up from your screen, where you were actively charting about a patient that had shot a nail through their left hand with a nail gun. that alone felt like the appropriate response to javadi's question.
"you're not alone," you sighed, typing out a few more words into the chart. your hands felt like they were only seconds away from cramping.
"oh, thank god." she sighed out of relief. "i genuinely thought i might be having some sort of weird stroke."
"nope. but the er might be," you stated. that was your weak attempt at being humorous.
javadi's mouth twitched into a position that could almost mirror a smile if she wasn't absolutely exhausted. "you can say that again."
"just a few hours left. we can do this," you tried cheering her up, knowing that you didn't even believe in that statement yourself. five more minutes and you might just collapse on the floor.
right then, the overly enthusiastic version of frank langdon, that you rarely saw ever, appeared next to the both of you. "if you keep chit-chatting like this, robby might just kill you."
"hello to you too," you said, your entire body fighting a battle against sleep.
"jesus. you look like the epitome of death," he declared when he saw just how terrible you looked at the moment. you could've sworn you saw concern appear on his face. but again, that could've just been sleep deprivation tricking your mind into believing something that wasn't true at all.
"how are you so… energetic right now?" javadi asked the question both of you were wondering.
"what? this shift has been great!"
"of course you'd think that," you commented, forcing a sarcastic smile on your face.
he stared at you like what you just said was utterly ridiculous and ultimately crazy. "what?"
"nothing," you rolled your eyes. or at least you think you did. your body was starting to become so numb to the point that you weren't even sure if your body was operating properly.
"hey, if you have that much energy, you can always just take my patients," javadi said to him.
just as langdon was about to utter a sarcastic response, dana rushed over to the three of you, all gathered around the same desk.
"langdon, mel's looking for you. she's in central nine."
"oh, okay. i'll be there," he said again with way too much enthusiastic energy for both you and javadi.
dana's eyes wandered from your face to javadi's. "you two don't get paid for sitting around and talking shit, now do you?" she said. you'd almost think she was being judgemental if you didn't know better.
"yes, ma'am," you responded, sarcasm slipping into your tone. your gaze fell on langdon who was still leaning against the desk, rocking on his heels.
"you can go, you know."
"and leave you here? c'mon, aren't you fascinated to know what case mel needs help with?" he was now the one trying to cheer you up. javadi's whole presence shifted at his words, from exhaustion to curiosity.
"not really."
"you're so boring."
"mhm," you hummed. "now scram, boy."
he just huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. he did end up departing, but not without giving you a playful pat on the shoulder. you fought the smile that tried to appear on your face at that, but you could feel just how your heart slightly fluttered.
"now what was that?" javadi said, her eyebrows raised. her whole exhausted demeanour was now completely gone. the tea was apparently more important.
"what?" you feigned.
"i mean, he clearly wanted you to come with him."
"nope," you physically forced yourself to look back at the chart, only to notice that the screen had already returned back to the original desktop.
"yes!" she insisted.
you just ignored her words, signing back into the computer. you could hear her sigh, but she took that as a sign that you weren't willing to talk about it.
the shift was coming to an end, you only had one patient to treat before you could hand out all of your responsibilities to the night shift.
you were currently picking out a specific syringe from the supply room, having to lean on your tippy toes as you tried to reach for it from the top shelf.
that was when langdon opened the door with too much force which startled you to the point that you could've sworn you were having a heart attack. "jesus fucking christ!" you almost lost your balance, having to grab the shelf in front of you.
"sorry! sorry- i didn't know anyone was here," he immediately apologized, lowering his voice.
"you're fine, just… christ." you placed your hand on your chest, feeling your fastened heartbeat. the door closed behind him and the air started to feel warmer from both of your bodies being cramped in the same room.
you tried to reach for the syringe, cursing to yourself. i mean, god, why would they put such an important item so high up? what was the logic behind that exactly? to have every nurse and doctor in the world struggling, apparently.
"you need help with that?" he asked. he tried to bit back the teasing smile that was fighting to emerge on his lips.
you would've loved to refuse the offer, but you seriously needed the syringe, it was your one way ticket home. so, you let out a sigh loud enough to make sure he heard your frustration and muttered, "fine."
then he leaned closer than you expected him to, reaching out for the syringe. his scrub top was itching way too high that you could see the waistband of his boxers. you had to physically force yourself to look away.
after he also struggled to reach the item, he finally caught it with his fingertips. "yes, baby!" he cheered to himself.
with your already red cheeks, the smile that had been forced on your face from his cheer was making you look way too smitten. you bit your cheek to try to suppress it before he could notice.
he handed you the syringe, grinning like a man who've just won the olympics. "see? i've still got it."
you tried to hide your flustered expression with sarcasm, something that came easy to you. "what a gentleman."
"uh huh, you're welcome."
"now, what did you need?"
"well," he cleared his throat. "you remember when i said that i didn't know you were here?"
"yeah?"
"well, that was a lie. i knew you were here. i specifically came here looking for you." he scratched the back of his neck, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"oh," you uttered, your eyebrows now raised. "what for?"
"i know you're exhausted," he started.
"you can say that again," you joked. though, your body had already forgotten sleep ever since his shirt just happened to ride up right in front of you.
"-but i have a very good case for you!" he said with too much enthusiasm.
"no," you immediately shut him down. "i'm so close to finishing my shift."
"please." he held his hands against each other, practically pleading. "it'd be a great teaching case. this is still a teaching hospital, right?"
god, why was he being so persistent? and why was it making your cheeks warmer than they already were?
"i promise it won't take long."
"if i say yes, you owe me," you pointed at his chest with your index finger.
"yes, anything!" he released his hands from each other, now holding them in the air.
"fine," you surrendered. "but- i need to go see my patient first."
"yes, of course. it's not critical or anything."
"okay…"
the both of you continued to stand there for a second too long. "i'll just-" he moved to the door.
"yup."
"come find me in north 2," he said, opening the door.
"okay." and that was when he slipped out of the room, letting the door close behind him.
you let out a deep breath out, one you didn't even know you were holding in the first place. what the fuck was going on today?
you did go see langdon's patient, which happened to not be an actual teaching case, but an adult dressed as a disney princess for a kid's birthday party. langdon found it hilarious enough for him to show it to you and you would've called it a waste of time if you also didn't find it sort of funny. and it's not like you'd complain about getting to spend more time with him.
but now you were once again charting, the endless cycle of being a resident. but it was your last patient's chart and then you were officially free from the ED, so you pushed through it.
"oh my god, when is he going to stop staring at you?" you heard trinity say under her breath.
when you raised your eyes from the computer screen to trinity, she was already staring at you.
"what?"
"langdon," she pointed with her chin to the right.
when your eyes drifted to the direction she was pointing to, your eyes locked with the exact suspect.
you quickly averted your gaze back to your computer screen, feeling your cheeks once again getting warmer for what was probably the tenth time today.
"i don't know why he's doing that."
you could hear trinity groan. you were sure if you looked at her right now, she'd also be rolling her eyes. "yes you do."
you shut the chart you were actively working on and swiftly moved closer to trinity, leaning against her desk. "i swear to god, he's been acting so weird today."
"today?" she mocked.
you ignored her comment and kept explaining yourself, "yeah, like… he keeps asking for me to come work with him on cases and-"
trinity cut you off with your name. "you seriously haven't noticed?"
"what?"
"oh my god," she said, clearly irritated by how oblivious you could be sometimes. well, more often than just sometimes.
"you haven't noticed how everytime you walk into a room he crosses his arms, just to show off? or- or how he always gives you space when working on a patient, like he's memorizing where you like to stand.
she started to list the idiotic things langdon does for you, something she found very aggravating. "he's also always wherever you are. i mean, god, he's practically like a dog when it comes to you."
with each thing she let roll from the tip of her tongue, you started to realize exactly what trinity meant. like finding a key to a locked door. you finally started to uncover just what was behind it.
"ask him for your coffee order and he probably has it memorized!"
you let your gaze wander back to him while listening to trinity's words. he was at the exact spot your eyes had found him in before and, of course, his eyes were still on you.
"told you," she just retorted, giving you a disbelieving side eye and turned back to her screen.
but you couldn't help the smile that was now so clear on your face. because she was right. and hearing those words from trinity might've just been the best thing ever.
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