Splintered
I lost a bet, so I wrote this for @pinkthrone445 || find her prompt here
tags: @sunset-shimmer-girl06 @flamesofauburn @babytakeittothehead @nrmmmnleemhs @madxmeschemmenti @noprophet
Archive of Our Own & Wattpad
cw: angst, arguments, dana's broken nose, hints at a pregnancy loss/period, smut, butt-play, strap-on, medical jargon, etc
For Roh
It is 3 pm when charge nurse Dana Evans gets punched by a disgruntled patient, Doug Driscoll, while she's enjoying a much-needed cigarette. You'd been trying to get her to stop smoking for years, not that it would've made much difference. Or maybe it would have, because she wouldn't have been standing in the ambulance bay for him to attack her if she wasn't smoking. Dr Robinavitch checks her over, and the nurses hurry to clean her up and run tests, much to Dana's annoyance.
"Would you like us to call your wife?" Princess asks.
"Which one?" Perlah laughs, and Dana chuckles, wincing.
"I'll text Melissa," Dana says, "But if any of this makes its way up to neurology, you're all fired," she says, holding her head back. You were in surgery, performing a very complicated craniotomy. Dana knew you didn't need the distraction. She also knew how fiercely you wanted to protect both her and Melissa. You would go to war for them, and on more than one occasion, you had nearly broken your hand defending your wives' honour.
You met Dana nearly ten years ago when you were a resident on your emergency medicine rotation. You hadn't quite decided what you wanted to do yet, and honestly, if brains hadn't intrigued you so much, you might have stuck with emergency. Your relationship was the real slow-burn kind. It started softly, and then all the flames ignited at once when you met Melissa in a bar one night.
Dana could see the attraction in your eyes instantly, but she wasn't jealous. It turned her on, especially when the redhead came over, and you giggled at everything she said. Dana smirked as she watched, introduced herself to Melissa, and invited her home.
Neither of you expected to fall in love. With one another, or someone else. But it happened, and you didn't care if anyone judged you for it. You loved them. Love them, present tense. Because you really do love them so much. They occupy your mind 24/7. As a matter of fact, you couldn't wait to go down and see Dana once your surgery was finished.
Dana had texted Melissa and given her strict instructions not to tell you. They both knew how you would react, and they'd just deal with it later. At least then they wouldn't have to bail you out for attempted murder, because if you found Doug Driscoll before the police, one of you would end up dead–and Dana wasn't worried that it would be you.
"Okay, Rodriguez, you can close for me," you say, stepping away from the patient and admiring your work. "Don't butcher it."
"Of course, doctor," the younger woman says as you back away from the table, removing your gloves, gown and hat, tossing them into the trash along with your mask. You stretch, groaning at the pain of standing for seven hours straight. Surgery was your favourite thing to do, but it was definitely your body's least favourite. You shake out your hair, scalp aching from having it tucked neatly in your cap for so long. You drag your nails through your hair and fluff it out, heading to the bathroom to finally relieve your aching bladder. Your belly spasms as you pee, and you groan, placing a hand on your stomach.
You'd been trying for a baby for a while now. Three rounds of IVF and no success. This was another reason Dana didn't want to worry you; she knew the stress wasn't good for you or your body. Standing and performing surgery for seven hours also wasn't good, but there was no way they'd get you to give up on that. And besides, if you didn't carry the baby, who would? They were both menopausal women; the time for them had passed. The time for you may have also passed, based on how hard it was to conceive.
When you wipe, there is a small amount of blood, and you sigh, sliding a pantyliner out of the dispenser in the staff toilets and sticking it in your underwear. When you wash your hands, you stare in the mirror for a while, looking at yourself with anger in your eyes as the tears fall freely. You quickly wipe them when the door opens, and one of your colleagues smiles at you.
"Oh, hey. How's Dana?" she asks as you splash water on your face.
"What? She's fine, presumably," you say, wiping your face with a rough paper towel.
"Oh God, you don't know? A patient punched her."
You feel the exact moment your stomach drops, and your heart begins to race. You toss the paper towel into the trash and brush past the other doctor, practically sprinting to the elevator. You press the button repeatedly, and you feel a hand on your back.
"Whoa, slow down. You know pressing it faster doesn't make it come quicker," one of your fellow attendings says, laughing at his own joke. You're not in the mood for what he thinks are discreet sexual advances, and you shrug off his hand.
"Touch me again, and you'll be paying a visit to ortho," you tell him as the elevator opens and you step inside, closing the doors before he can follow. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, and you twist your wedding ring around your finger as you wait for the elevator to stop on the first floor.
When the doors finally open, you practically push through them like the Hulk before they've even opened properly. You knock into a nurse and apologise, steadying her, before speeding down the hall. Your sneakers squeak against the polished floor, and your pink scrubs are a contrast to the grey of the emergency department.
Perlah mumbles something in Tagalog to Princess, and they both look in your direction with wide eyes. They can probably see the steam coming out of your ears as you march towards them.
"Where is she?" you ask. "Why didn't anyone call me?"
Dana practically sprints over when she hears your agitated voice, and you relax when you feel her hand on you.
"Heeyy," she says calmly. You turn around and gasp when you see her face. Her nose has been cleaned up, but her left eye is already purple.
"Dana," you say, sliding your hand onto her cheek. She hisses when you rub your thumb over the small laceration on her cheek. "Fuck. Did you hit your head?"
"I'm fine," she says.
"Hey, D? Where do you want the incoming trauma?" Someone calls, and you watch as she looks at the board and finds a space for the patient.
"No, you're not working like this, absolutely not," you say. "You need a CT."
"Hey, Rambo," Dr Robby says. "We've done all of that, she's fine."
"She doesn't fucking look fine, Robinavitch!" You exclaim. "What kinda shit show are you running down here?"
"Hey," he snaps. "Bring it down a notch."
"Robby," Dana says, getting between the two of you. "Here's my chart," she says, handing you an iPad so you can look over her results. Your eyes scan the documents repeatedly.
"Fine, but please let me do a neuro exam," you insist, still sounding stern and not your usual soft, fluffy self. You were fuming.
"Hon," Dana sighs. "I'm workin'."
"And I'm your neurosurgeon wife who is pissed at you, and would be even more angry at myself if you had a brain bleed and I couldn't fix it," you say. "Now find me a free triage room."
"Yes, ma'am," Dana says sarcastically, and everyone around you stops gawking when you look up at them.
"I don't know why you're pissed at me," you say to Dana when she glares at you from the examination bed as you start your checks. "Why didn't you fucking call me, Dana?"
"You were in surgery," she says. "And I knew you'd react like this."
"Rightly so," you say. "You're my whole world, Evans. Someone punches you, I expect to be informed!" You hiss and place your hand on your stomach as you shine a light in her eyes. "I'm fine," you tell her before she can even ask. "You're so lucky you didn't get a concussion or anything more sinister," you say.
"I told you, Robby checked me out himself," Dana mumbles.
"You think that makes me feel better? I'm the neurologist, not him."
"Yeah, I fuckin' know," Dana says. "Can I go back to work now?"
"I'd rather you go home," you say, examining her eye again. "That must hurt, baby."
"Don't baby me, not after you came down here into MY department, swinging your dick around like you're somehow gods fuckin' gift."
"Excuse me!" You exclaim, feeling heat rising up your neck again.
"This is why I didn't call you," she seethes. "Now let me do my fuckin' job. People need savin'."
"Oh yeah, cos I run a fucking daycare upstairs, right?" you snap. "You're unbelievable, Dana. I'll see you later." You shake your head as you walk away from her, trying not to break down in front of her. She knows you're reacting this way because you're scared and you love her, but she's so mad at you right now. Likewise.
"Oh! Doctor Schemmenti-Evans," one of your colleagues says. "We've been looking for you. Your next patient is being prepped for surgery."
"Right," you nod. "I'll be there in a minute."
Your next surgery is only a small one, and you're so relieved when you can finally go home. The events of the day have taken a toll on you, and you've either gotten your period or you're losing a baby. You should've checked that before you left, but you just wanted to get home and nuzzle yourself into Melissa's chest.
"Hi, gorgeous," Melissa says when you open the front door. You smile, dropping your purse and keys next to the shoes and walking over to accept her open-armed embrace. "How was your day?"
"Ugh," you groan in response, wrapping your arms around her middle and nuzzling into her neck. "It was a shit show," you sigh. "Is D home yet?"
"Not yet," Mel says, sliding her hand onto your neck and tilting your head towards hers. "You look exhausted, baby."
"Wait till you see D," you scoff.
"Is it bad?" Mel asks. "She didn't show me when we spoke earlier." You pull back from Melissa like she's burned you, and her eyes widen. "What?"
"She told you?" You ask, feeling like the room is spinning. "When?"
"She texted me after it happened," Mel says. "Honey, what's going on?" she asks as she reaches for you again. You pull away.
"Don't touch me, Melissa," you seethe, all of your emotions too overwhelming. Melissa steps back, hurt written all over her face because you never call her Melissa. The two of them have always been M and D to you, unless the occasion called for seriousness. This was a serious conversation. "I can't believe you knew, and you didn't even call me," you say. "I thought you both loved me?"
"We do love you," Melissa says softly, reaching out, but you step away again. Dana walks in the front door at that moment, and Mel gasps at the sight of her eye.
"What's going on?" she asks, hanging her denim jacket on the coat stand.
"What's going on is that my wives can apparently communicate with anyone but me!" you snap. Dana rubs her head and sighs.
"Listen, I don't have the energy for this shit again," Dana mumbles.
"Oh," you laugh, because if you don't laugh, you'll cry. "Fuck you, Dana. I mean it, fuck you!"
"Honey," Mel says softly, "You need to calm down. The baby..."
"There is no fucking baby," you shout, shaking your head. "Right, you clearly only care about me for my uterus, huh?" The tears are rolling down your face now, and you don't even realise until you watch their faces soften. "I'm going upstairs, don't fucking follow me," you say, pushing pasta Dana and sprinting up the stairs. You're angry that you share a bedroom, wishing you had your own space to lock them out of right now. You head to the bathroom and turn on the shower. When you strip your clothes off, you notice there's no more blood on the pantyliner, but deep down, you know it didn't work again. Because the only thing you were good at was surgery, and getting angry, apparently.
You throw your scrubs into the laundry basket and step into the shower, letting the water pour over you. You sob. You don't just cry, you sob, full-body shaking cries. You slide down the wall until you're sitting on the floor of the shower with your head against your knees, holding yourself as you cry.
You're not sure how long they wait before coming upstairs, but before you know it, your wives are in the shower with you. They pull you to your feet, and you reluctantly let them. Mel wraps her arms around your front and holds you to her, and Dana holds you from behind.
"We're sorry," Mel whispers, stroking your cheek. "We didn't want to worry you."
"But we know now that it was stupid not to tell you," Dana says. "We didn't realise you'd get this upset."
"Why?" you sniffle. "You're my wife, of course I'd be upset."
"I know," Dana says. "I'm sorry."
You look at them both, and you cry harder, reaching for them, needing to feel them both.
"It didn't work again," you whisper. "I'm sorry, I'm so useless."
"Hey," Mel says. "No, you're not. You're perfect, you hear me?"
"It's okay," Dana says, rubbing your back. "We can try again, but if it's getting too much for you, that's okay, too. You're all we need."
"Really?" you ask, looking at them both.
"Really," Dana confirms, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You whimper against her mouth before turning to kiss Melissa next.
"I love you both so fucking much," you tell them as they hold you under the hot water.
"Love you more," Mel says.
"Love you," Dana adds. "Why don't we get washed, and then we can get out of here and snuggle?" she suggests.
"I didn't know when you'd both be home, so we're ordering in tonight," Mel says, lathering up your loofah with soap and sliding it up your body.
"Can we get pizza?" you ask sweetly, and they both laugh, because you always want pizza.
"Sure, princess," Dana says, sliding your ass against her front. "We're gonna take real good care of you tonight, because you do so much for us and we've been a bit neglectful lately."
"No," you say. "I've just been in my head, you two did nothing wrong."
"We should've told you," Dana insists. "I'm sorry I didn't."
"I get it," you say. "I blew up in the ER. Can't imagine what I'd have been like if I found out mid-surgery."
"And that's why we didn't tell you," Mel says gently, washing your belly with a longing look in her eyes. She probably doesn't even realise she's doing it, but your heart breaks. Because you're bleeding, yeah, but they're also learning that there's no baby. And that's sad for them, too.
"Hey," you say, cupping Melissa's cheek. "You okay?"
Mel nods. "You both fuckin' terrify me sometimes," she says. "Why couldn't I fall in love with two teachers?" she smirks. "No, had to be extra and love a nurse and a brain surgeon."
"You love it," Dana says, pushing Mel's hair out of her face. "C'mon."
"Shouldn't we be taking care of you?" you ask Dana. "You're the injured one."
"I'm fine," she insists. "You, my love, deserve to be pampered."
Dana wraps you in a big fluffy towel and then wraps herself in one before passing one to Mel. They kiss briefly before following you to the bedroom, where you all dry yourselves off. You drop your towel and walk over to the wardrobe, and Dana grabs your arm, pulling you back.
"Nuh uh, on the bed," she insists.
Dana lays you down gently on your large mattress. She's gentler than usual, taking precautions for her injury and knowing how delicate you are right now. She kisses down your neck, sucking gently. She won't mark you where people can see, but your chest is a free-for-all. She smirks as she bites down into your breast and then sucks until she leaves a dark mark.
"Naughty," Mel says, climbing on the bed, too. You love it when they both focus on you, and you whine when Dana sucks one of your sensitive nipples into her mouth.
She drags her tongue down your body and pushes your legs apart. "D, I've been bleeding," you warn her, and she sucks the inside of your thigh.
"Don't care," she says as she slides her tongue through your folds. You're already tingling, and her tongue makes everything throb.
"Good girl," Mel says, cupping your face to kiss you. "We're going to take such good care of you," she says against your mouth. "You've had a tough day, our poor baby."
"Mmhm," you moan against Mel's lips. "Can you suck my nipples again, M?" Melissa grins, a deviant sparkle in her green eyes as she licks down your neck and across your chest. She nips and sucks at the skin until she's left a couple of hickeys on the opposite side to Dana's. The blonde's tongue slides in and out of you lazily, and the redhead takes one of your nipples in her mouth and sucks hard, looking up at you as she rolls your other breast in her free hand.
"Fuck," you moan. "Feels so good."
"Good girl," Mel mumbles. "Suck her clit, D."
Dana drags her tongue up to your clit, careful not to bump her nose as she flicks your clit. You watch her, and she's not covered in blood, which is a good sign. But you push that thought aside when she sucks your clit into her mouth.
You buck, and Mel holds you down so you don't knock Dana's face. "Careful," she whispers. "Don't wanna break D's nose again," Mel smirks, moving to your other nipple and sucking. Your nipples feel so sensitive, and you shudder.
"Right- there!" You gasp, legs shaking. "Ohhh fuuuckk!"
"Atta girl," Dana says, sliding her fingers through your wetness once you've climaxed. "You're not bleeding anymore, hon."
"Mm, don't wanna think bout it right now," you say as she slides two fingers into you. "God, fuck me, D."
"I think Mel Mel needs some assistance," Dana says as Melissa starts to rub her own clit, watching the two of you.
"I can help," you smile, rolling onto your stomach. You shuffle between Mel's legs as Dana gets up to find her favourite toy. You slide your hands up the insides of Melissa's thighs and look up at her as you slide your tongue through her soaked cunt.
"Mmm," Mel moans, stroking your hair gently. "So beautiful."
"She looks like an angel when she's eating pussy," Dana agrees with a chuckle as she slides her harness on. You feel the bed dip as she climbs back onto it, and you tingle when her hands roll your ass around as she positions herself. The tip stretches you open, and Dana glides in with one slow thrust, making you moan against Melissa.
"Fuck," Mel groans. "I love watching D fuck you, pretty girl. Do you love eating my pussy while she fucks you?"
You nod eagerly, your tongue working Mel up. Spit connects your chin to her cunt as you come up for air briefly, and the sight makes Melissa's eyes roll into the back of her head. You slide your tongue against her clit again, swirling it around in circles. You moan when Dana bumps your cervix with the dildo, thrusting harder. If you weren't bleeding before, you probably would be again now. You can feel the dildo in your stomach as she fucks you gently. Much gentler than she usually is.
"I won't break," you whisper. "You can go harder."
"I don't want to," Dana says. "I love watching your pussy cling to my cock like this."
"Ohhh," you moan at the thought. "Okay."
"Feels good, huh?" Mel asks as she brushes your hair out of your face again. "Mm, make me come, sweetheart."
You look up at her as you wrap your lips around her clit and slurp, sucking it hard. Your lashes flutter innocently as she starts to shudder, holding your head closer to her body. Her eyes close and her mouth falls open, and she groans deeply as she comes, trembling against your face. You release her clit and use your fingers to open her up, licking the evidence of her climax.
"Good girls," Dana says. "Mel, C'mere."
"Gimme a sec," Mel pants, chest heaving. She moves from under you and crawls across the bed to Dana, who is still slowly fucking you. She's moving too slowly to make you come, but you gasp when she squirts lube against your butthole, and you smirk.
"You can help," she tells Melissa, who grins excitedly as she rubs her finger against your tight hole. You moan, backing up into Dana more, and Mel smirks.
"You like it when I play with your butt, don't you, honey?" Melissa asks, circling her finger around.
"Y-yes," you moan as she slowly pushes her finger in. She pokes the tip in and out, edging in slowly. "Fuck," you gasp, and you hear Dana chuckle.
"Filthy girl," she says. "We're gonna make you come, baby."
"Please," you beg as Dana thrusts harder, meeting Melissa's finger that presses against your spongy insides. "Ohh, I'm close," you whimper, your face pressed into the mattress.
"Come for us, honey," Mel says. "I wanna taste it."
Mel's other hand slides underneath you, and she teases your clit, making you gasp. White-hot pleasure shoots through your body, and you try to pull away as it gets too much, but they hold you down, Dana's hips snapping into yours until you can't breathe anymore.
"Wanna taste," Mel mumbles, pulling her finger out of your ass and bending down so she can lick your juices as Dana pulls out. Dana groans as she watches Mel drag her tongue up and down. You tremble, panting into the pillows.
"You want me to make you come now?" Mel asks Dana, and she shakes her head.
"Not tonight, my head hurts," she says, kissing Mel. She can taste you on Mel's tongue, and she groans. "Delicious."
"You okay, lovebug?" Mel asks, crawling up and rubbing your back.
"Mmm, tired," you mumble.
"I know," Mel giggles. "Let's order pizza, and you can go to sleep, hm?"
"Not hungry," you whine as she kisses down your back. You could honestly sleep for a week.
"Let her sleep," Dana whispers to Mel, snuggling up next to you both. "It's been a long day."
"Okay," Mel says. "But I still want pizza, so I'll order our usual, and you can have the leftovers tomorrow."
"Mmm, leftover pizza," you yawn, snuggling into Dana's body. "Love you," you whisper as your breathing evens out and you fall asleep. Dana strokes your hair and smiles, watching you sleep peacefully.
"She looks harmless when she's asleep," she tells Mel. "She ripped into everyone in the Pitt earlier."
"Because she loves you," Mel says, reaching for Dana's hand. "Do you need some painkillers?"
"Mm, please," Dana says. "They're in my purse."
"Got it," Mel says, climbing over your sleeping body to kiss Dana. "You're taking time off, right?"
"Yeah," Dana whispers. "I don't think I even want to go back."
"Okay," Mel says. "I'll look after you, baby."
Dana smiles, holding Mel's hand. "What would I do without you both?"
"Who knows," Mel smirks as she walks away, completely naked. "Probably wouldn't be very fun though, would it?" she asks as she leans against the doorframe, blowing a kiss to her wife. "I'll be back," she says, doing her best Terminator impression, and Dana laughs.
"Crazy, crazy women," she mutters to herself as you snore quietly beside her, tucked right into her arms.
a/n: honestly, I love this so much I'm thinking of writing at least one more part?
