Fandom: The Resident
Summary: Devon is very quick to wake up when something around him is wrong, and his partner having an nightmare is no exception.
Warnings: PTSD and mentions of violent flashbacks
Word Count: 675
Ship(s): Conrad Hawkisn/Devon Pravesh
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Devon woke with a jerk when he felt something hit his chest.
His first thought was that it was Bailey, the cat that he had rescued for a not-girlfriend a couple of years ago. A quick glance to the side of his chest revealed that the fluffy monster hadn’t moved from where he had curled up hours ago when they first came to bed. That left one other option for what had hit him and it made his heart sink already.
He slowly shifted under the heavy duvet and then shifted onto his left side. He was propping himself up with one arm so that he could separate Bailey and Conrad from each other. He knew that his husband would never do anything to their beloved pet if he was in the right state of mind, but the flailing in his sleep had implied that wouldn’t be what he was met with. His mind was still slowly rousing from his own fitful sleep, pushing away memories of the patients from the day before and focusing instead on the here and now.
He reached out and placed a careful hand down onto Conrad’s shoulder before he shook him. He didn’t do it hard, more of a gentle pushing and pulling of a singular joint to rouse him from the nightmare that he was having. It had taken Devon a long time to figure out the best way to wake his partner when he was like this, but he had it down to a science at this point.
“Baby, wake up. You’re okay, I’m here,” Devon murmured as he did the action one more time. He assessed Conrad like both a worried spouse and one of the best doctors in the state of Georgia. His body was tacky with adrenaline-laced sweat and his face was twisted up with tense emotion from whatever images were playing in his mind. His muscles were tense but beginning to ease up as his brain worked him through the cycles of sleep to wake him up.
Devon smiled softly when he saw those piercing blue eyes open. They were filled with watery tears instead of the fear that he had been expecting. This was going to be a much easier Conrad to deal with than the one that was still stuck in the middle of the dessert in the Marine Corps. “Hey, you just had a nightmare. You’re okay.”
“Fuck,” Conrad whispered. He seemed to be coming more and more to himself the longer that he was awake. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes like he was going to be able to purge the dreamstate from them by doing so. “Did I wake you? Or hurt you? Did I hurt Bailey?”
“Nah, he’s just chilling,” Devon shifted upwards so that he could reveal where the cat was. Bailey had shifted so that he was stretched out as long as he could be and was exposing his belly to them both.
Conrad snuck his hand between Devon and the bed as he wove his fingers into the long fur of the cat. “Hey, bud. Thanks for sticking around.” Bailey stretched even longer than he had been before and rolled over to stand up. He stepped underneath Devon, to which the human rolled his eyes in annoyance, and then stepped onto Conrad’s chest.
Both humans descended back onto the bed so that they were laying next to each other, Conrad supine and Devon on his side. Devon tucked his head around Conrad’s so that he could press little kisses to his husband’s hair whenever he felt another bout of shaking come. Bailey took his place on Conrad’s chest like the most determined jet engine had been placed into a weighted blanket. The purring of something alive on him was enough to help Conrad settle down even more.
It might take them both a while to drift back to sleep, but as they told their patients they would feel better while basking in the restful tranquility that they had created together.
i watched @mien-s edit and HAD to draw something! its kinda wonky but i was going lowkey crazy looking for some conrad/devon content. ik the resident isn't a huge show but there's less than 50 (finished) fics on ao3 and no fanart of this ship. so here, have this
Excellent new episode of The Resident! Loved the Conrad/Devon moments….I love that they are always there for each other…Conrad needs him! Conrad will find his answers one day…for his daughter and himself.
Prompt from kenziegirl186: Can you do another fanfic of Devon having asthma attack and Conrad helps him
A/N: This is chapter 2 of my The Resident fic I’m Here
Rating: T (brief swearing)
Word Count: 873 words
It was a warm August day as Devon stumbled to a stop behind Conrad, the other man jogging ahead on their morning run through one of Atlanta’s larger parks. Setting his hands on his knees, Devon took a wheezy gasp before he started to cough heavily.
Conrad stopped with a frown when he didn’t hear Devons footsteps behind him and turned when he heard the distinct sound of his boyfriend’s wheezing, his eyes widening in concern.
“Dev? Shit, not again. Is your inhaler in your pocket?” Conrad reached down to pat over the pockets of his boyfriend’s shorts, only feeling the weight of the other’s cellphone.
“Where is it? You know you need to carry it with you at all times after the last one you had.”
“A-at home. I t-took it before we left. That’s u-usually enough until we get home,” Devon wheezed out as Conrad helped him to sit down on one of the park benches, leaning forward to rest his sweaty forehead against his boyfriend’s shoulder as the other man ran a hand over his back.
“Okay babe, I understand. I’m not mad, don’t worry. Do you think you could walk to Chastain? We’re only three blocks away, but I can always call someone for a ride. Mina would probably punch me for interrupting her shift, but I know she’d drop anything to come pick us up,” Conrad whispered softly against Devon’s sweaty hair as he rubbed circles over the other man’s heaving back, wincing at the ragged inhales and exhales before pressing a kiss to his temple.
“I c-can walk. I’m just a little tight chested,” Devon wheezed out as he looked up at Conrad with pleading eyes, hoping the other wouldn’t call one of their friends to come pick them up.
“Are you sure? What if the walk makes your breathing worse?” Conrad asked as he started to check Devon’s pulse, noting the high rate.
“I. Can. Walk,” Devon pressed before he started to cough again, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tightly when he felt his chest clench before he tried to regulate his breathing once more.
“Nope. Not happening. I should’ve called minutes ago.”
Conrad shook his head as he called Mina, tucking the phone between his shoulder and cheek as he squeezed Devon’s hand gently.
“What? This better be good.”
“Hey Mina. I’m with Devon at the park three blocks from Chastain. He’s in the middle of an asthma attack. Took his inhaler before our run but didn’t bring it with us. This heat, mixed with the humidity is making it worse. His pulse is elevated and he can’t even out his breathing. We’re at the bench across from that hipster coffee shop, could you come pick us up? I don’t want the walk to make the attack worse than it already it,” Conrad quickly rambled out, knowing Mina would understand.
“Geez, he should be put in a bubble at the rate he’s going. I’ll be there in 5 with an inhaler, but I’ll also have Nic standing by with a nebulizer,” Mina sighed heavily as she hung up before going to inform said coworker.
“Mina’s on her way with an inhaler. She said you should be put in a bubble and I can’t really say I disagree right now. I need to start carrying one of your inhalers myself at the rate we’re going,” Conrad whispered softly against Devon’s temple as he gently wrapped an arm around him in a hug, having moved from crouching in front of him to sitting beside him on the bench.
“S-sorry,” Devon whispered with a frown as he ducked his face against Conrad’s neck, the other’s scent soothing him as he shakily inhaled through his nose.
“Please stop apologizing babe. We both know you can’t help when you have these attacks. I’m just worried about you and I wish there was more I could do to help. That’s all,” Conrad explained, his voice low as he ran his hand over Devon’s back once more, hoping to help loosen the sore muscles that he was positive Devon had.
“You look like shit.”
Devon looked up at Mina’s voice and a wry smile appeared on his lips as she held up the inhaler before handing it to Conrad. She was watching him with intense eyes as he shook the object before holding it up to Devon’s lips, not really giving the other man a chance to hold the object himself before he was inhaling a dose of the albuterol.
“That’s it babe. Slow, deep breaths,” Conrad practically cooed, his voice sweeter than Mina had ever heard him use outside of his young patients. It made her want to gag. But she did find it interesting how gentle Conrad was with the people he cared about, much different than the cocky facade he typically gave off at work.
“Ready to head to Chastain lovebirds? Nic’s got a neb set up in one of the exam rooms, and Devon needs an IV because there’s no doubt he’s dehydrated from running in this humidity,” Mina sighed as she reached out to help Conrad get Devon to his feet, knowing he was going to be just fine as long as Conrad was always by his side.
