brendon park n ER social worker reader are assigned to a case together but they’re secretly dating! maybe the patient is a young child scared to go into surgery (partly bc shark looks like… shark) but reader tells them a silly story abt him to calm their nerves.
robby is there watching the whole scene like 🧐 putting the pisces together.
oookay I see your social worker reader and I give you nurse reader sorry I felt I'd be able to write it better. there’s like one use of reader being referred to as ‘her’
“—let’s get xrays and then call ortho.“
you give a reassuring smile to the kid as robby speaks. his hand, small in yours, squeezes. the grip, tightening, with each word he hears. scared.
he was wheeled in moments ago with mom. a pretty bad break in his arm.
“is it going to hurt?” you can see his bottom lip wobbling, fat tears already running down his cheeks. his mom already shaking her head as she looks to you. “the xray?” you shake your head “no.” you smile again. “it’s like taking a picture— you won’t feel a thing.” and albeit your soft words, you can still see the fear in his eyes.
“jack, right?” you ask. the little boy nods. “we’ve got a jack here too.” you hand squeezes his this time. “he’s one of our doctors.” he looks to you, and rubs his eye with his free hand. “is he here?” he asks, wetly.
“no. not right now. he’s works at night but sometimes you’ll catch him around here during the day. the man just never knows when to sleep.” you joke and it gets a little giggle out of him. “but robby here,” you tip your head to the other attending “is his friend. so now, he knows not one, but two, jacks.” robby nods his head. “it must be my lucky day.”
it was quick for xrays to finish. you were just waiting for ortho. the kid had seemed more relaxed, lighter even, considering the circumstances. you had managed to keep his mind occupied and were pretty sure he forgot why he was there to begin with.
“what’ve we got?” your eyes pan up to his voice.
park was steering through those in the room as he snapped his gloves on. his eyes glance up to you, lingering, before looking to the little boy. you can feel jacks hand slide into yours again. squeezing once more.
“7 year old male, with a—” your eyes shift to the little boy, who has your hand in his grasp. you watch him watching brendon. “hey.” you whisper, grabbing his attention. it’s okay. you mouth. but it seemed to have fallen on deaf ears seeing as he went right back to watching park.
it wasn’t supposed to be funny. the kid was scared for god sakes. but you couldn’t help but stifle a smile as you see the realization on his face that brendon could possibly be his doctor. if he requires the surgery.
jack instinctively presses himself into your side when brendon approaches. almost trying to make himself smaller.
despite brendon’s appearance and large size, he was actually amiable. not that he’d ever admit it. and you were probably one in a few to see that side of him. you had been seeing him for a little over a month now. not that anyone else was aware. and chances are of them believing that someone like you, can be with someone like park the shark, was very slim.
“I’m gonna take a look at your arm, kid. that alright?” brendon glances at the boy who is staring back at him wide eyed. he asked so lowly, so politely— something that while you were used to— you were sure your fellow coworkers, weren’t. the most decency robby has seen from park in the time he’s worked with him is the few nods of acknowledgment he gets or the short answers in between consults. anything outside of that is few and far between. he was sure other Jack gets more out of him than he does.
jack looks up at you for reassurance, probably even help.
“it’s okay. Dr. Park, here,” you nod to Brendon, “wants to make sure your arm won’t need surgery.” jack squeezes you again and lets out a small shaky breath before giving a tiny ‘okay’ to brendon.
“he looks scary.” the small voice of admittance has the room laughing under breath. even the one who it was in reference too fights the urge to smile. “you know,” you say softly, leaning close to Jack as if about to tell him a secret. “he’s actually a big softie.” you whisper and you can feel brendons eyes on you. his head subtly shaking.
“m’not soft.” he grunts. peering at your through his lashes. you roll your eyes in response.
“he has a shark plushie in his office from when i gave it to him.” you whisper. and brendon looks at you sharply. something that doesn’t seem to startle you unlike the little boy.
brendon gives you a look then looks to the boy. “you need to tell her it’s not good to lie.” and your mouth drops. a laugh escaping as you shake your head.
and robby, being robby, watches. listens. the man too nosey for his own good. he sees the small smiles and the lingering eyes between you and brendon and it suddenly makes sense why the infamous ortho surgeon from upstairs always seems to be making an appearance in the er for even the most minor cases.
"fuck it we ball" is for stress about the future "it is what it is" is for stress about the past and "this too shall pass" is for stress about the present thank you for coming to my TED talk
The oven’s broken, the dishwasher is on the fritz, my computer isn’t turning on, and the drain in the basement floor is clogged so there’s water coming upand flooding the laundry room. *through gritted teeth* but we stay silly
