Warnings: Nothing really besides some suggestive language suggesting some adult stuff. :D
Word Count: 1037
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"Hey (y/n), how was that concert last night?" Conrad's voice rang throughout your small apartment, as you rolled over and back into cocoon of blankets. He was perky, and obviously had one too many of those damn energy drinks. You close your eyes, trying to ignore the headache that could have been from the drinking from the night before or the music that's still ringing in your ears.
"Ugh, god Conrad, what time is it?" You murmur, your brain begging you for more sleep.
A light chuckle fills the space, and you can't help but smile at the sound. Conrad's been your best friend for some time now, you met in med school and been pretty inseparable since. You've been spending nights relieving stress together for almost as long. After years of sleeping together though, and only ever remaining as friends, you've begun to become frustrated with him. So last night, for the first time in years, you spent the night with another man.
Or at least, you spent the concert with him. He was an ass, and you quickly ditched him once the concert was over. The large crowd easy for losing anybody in. But she realized, on the bus ride home last night, that she only had gone out with him to try and make Conrad jealous. To try and spur him to want and desire something more from yourself. "Its, uh, noon."
"Noon? Seriously?" You groaned rolling from you cacoon again to snatch your phone from your nightstand. You have to get ready. Your phone lights up as another face pops up in the user ID. "Crap, I gotta go, someone else is calling me."
"Oh is it Nic, she has a question for you." Conrad replies, still sounding chirpy.
"No, it's the guy I went to the concert with last night." You reply, irritated that the moron didn't get the message last night.
"Wait, is he a friend of yours or-" He sounds confused. Good.
"I'll talk to you later Conrad," You sat up in your bed. "Ok google, hang up!"
Conrad's response was cut off as your home automation system hung up on the call.
You don't bother answering the other guy, Thomas's call. Instead you shoot him a text telling him exactly what you thought of him before getting ready for your shift.
You arrive at the hospital, and don't run into Conrad for a couple of hours, which is odd. When you finally see him-and he sees you-he takes off in the other direction before you can even wave. Eventually you find Nic, once things in Peds has calmed down. "What the hell is Conrad's problem?"
Nic shrugs sympathetically. "I don't know, he was fine this morning, and then around noon he started acting like an ass. He's even managed to yell at Bell three times today. Which is a record."
"Oh yikes, he completely ignored me earlier." You complain, leaning against the nurses desk as Nic rounds it to join you.
"Lucky you, he's been incredibly short tempered with me today." Nic crosses her arms in front of her chest as you thought about your earlier conversation, and how upset Conrad seemed to feel about the idea of you seeing other guys. "Jessica even told him he needed to go take a walk. He was shocked enough to actually do it." Nic recounted. "Any ideas what its about?"
You purse your lips and look over to meet Nic's questioning gaze. "Yea, I think I have an idea. I'm gonna go find him."
Nic knows, she has to, based off the way her eyes widen and she opens her mouth to speak, before closing it and shrugging her shoulders.
"Thanks for the encouragement. I'll see you in a bit."
"I hope it goes well." Nic responds casually as you and her split up and head in opposite directions.
"Me too." You mutter to yourself as you begin your journey to find the mythical Conrad.
You find him, right where you had left Nic earlier, about an hour later. He doesn't see you coming until it's too late and you already have an arm around his shoulders. You feel him tense beneath your arm and you pull him close.
"Hey buddy, how's it going?"
"Fine." Not only is his response short, but so is his tone.
“Whats up, why are you mad?” You ask, tired of not just talking through any problems between the two of them.
“Listen, it’s nothing. Why don’t you go call your new boyfriend-”
“That's what this is about?” You knew exactly what this is about, but hearing him say it, hearing the jealousy, and seeing it in person made your heart race.
“Yes, (y/n), that's what this is about.” He places his clenched fists on the counter as he looks everywhere but at you, his jaw clenched. You dropped your arm from his shoulder then rested a hand on his fist. Once again, you felt him tense beneath you, so you drop your head against his shoulder.
“Why don’t you and I go talk?” It's silent for a moment, before he looks down at your smiling face. His face switches from anger to confusion.
“What?”
“Conrad, you’re the one I want to be with. The only one I want to be with. If you’ll let me.”
He pulls you into a nearby, empty patients room so quickly that your heads spinning. He slams your back up against the wall before he cups your face and plants a strong kiss against your lips and your knees are weak as he lets his hands begin to linger downwards. He’s panting as he pulls away and your hearts hammering in your chest as your own chest heaves. “Hey (y/n), would you like to go on a date with me, tonight?”
You lean in and steal another kiss before you pull away, dragging his hands down to your hips and pulling yourself against his chest. “Does that mean what I-”
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, stealing another kiss as his hands began to caress your back and hips.
You answer with another kiss, as the two of you thrust yourself into the throes of passion.
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Summary: Another Anonymous Resident sent this prompt in ages ago, so if you’re out there, thanks for waiting around for so long!
Conrad / Nick / Jude - Purple
Pairing: (Friendships - Conrad x Jude x Nic)
Warnings: Injuries in the vague, Nic rolls her eyes a lot, soooo if that tells you anything, some grown-up language
Word Count: 1126
A/N: This prompt tripped. me. up. I asked so many people how the color purple made them feel before I finally realized that a bruise was the same color...soooo. Haha. I’m sorry. That and then I am participating in Whumptober, so whump is on the brain. That being said, if you request a prompt, can you do me a favor and explicitly state whether you want the characters you listed in a relationship or just friends. I left this one sort of open to interpretation, but I want to do exactly what someone would want, soooo yea! Thank you all for the continued support, and I’ll see you on the next one!
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“Hey, Nic,” Jude's voice carried through her radio speakers and into the air around her. She smiles at the smooth tones.
“Jude, hi.”
“So,” he clears his throat and then there's some shuffling before another voice starts shouting something from somewhere in the background. Nic glances at her car radio, the source of all the noise, before looking straight ahead at the road again. “Our dumbass friend was a dumbass.”
Nic rolls her eyes, as she hears a clearer objection in the background. “-absolutely not!”
“What’d he do?” Nic asked, contemplating heading in there direction, thankful that she has a well-stocked first aid kit in the back.
“It's nothi-”
“Shut up, you’ve lost all opportunity to talk,” Jude yells, into the mouthpiece, but not at her. Nic spends a moment trying to figure out what's going on with the pair, knowing that it’s probably nothing but trouble.
When Conrad stopped yelling in the background, Jude began to speak again, this time to her. “So next time you see Conrad, don’t be mad, but he could use a ride home.”
Nic nodded, figuring that was exactly where this was going.
“Where are you guys at?” She sighed, and she could hear another objection in the background.
“Would you shut your mouth? You’re not riding a bike because you destroyed yours, and I doubt you feel like running! So shut up.” Nic’s confused but realizes the number of answers she can get over the phone aren’t going to satisfy her.
“Nic, we’re still at the park. We were supposed to help clean up-” Conrad's yelling again and Nic turns down the volume, anticipating Jude’s response as she mentally calculates her route.
“Conrad, I swear to god, if you make one say one more word-”
“You know what, I’ll talk to you when I get there.” Niic doubts Jude hears her as she ends the call in the middle of his rant.
She gets there quicker than she would have if she were just meandering along. She was five over the speed limit the entire way, and it was a subconscious effort of the worry she felt in her gut. She knew, that in theory, Conrad was probably fine. Especially with Jude there, so even if something was wrong, it was unlikely that the situation wasn’t under control. Especially because she’s seen both men at work.
What she was concerned about though, was Jude was clearly not wanting Conrad doing anything but going home, which wasn’t something that she saw Conrad doing willingly. Nic realized that’s why she was being called into the picture. Because while he was stubborn, Conrad would likely listen to her.
Probably.
She pulled onto the gravel driveway and pulled into the parking lot that was still filled with at least twenty vehicles. She almost didn’t find a parking spot.
She begins walking into the clearing before she spots Jude waving her over to the large medical tent. The worry deepens, but she ignores it as she makes her way through the clearing and up to Jude. She closer she gets, she can see the bandage that’s taped to his head and the faint red trails where blood would have trailed down his cheek, and then hastily wiped away. The bandage is surrounded by a sizable bruise that is twice the size of the bandage and spans down to his temple and cheek.
He smiles crookedly at her questioning gaze and points to his head. “It’s his fault, but it looks worse than it is.”
She gives him a skeptical look, “Alright, what happened?”
Jude smirked. “Our boy thought that cutting a corner would be a good idea-”
“Isn’t that against the rules?” Nic asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“You know as well as I do that Conrad’s the reason there are rules,” Jude smirks, shrugging. Nic rolls her eyes and allows Jude to continue.
“His tire slid in the mud from underneath him, he lost control. Couldn’t brake, or go faster, but it didn’t stop him from trying. He hit a tree and ended up bouncing back onto the trail, and I hit him, and I must have hit my head against a branch. Then before you know it, there are twelve grown-ups stacked on top of one another.” Jude says it so casually, and Nic wants to balk at the thought. Twelve people is a lot of weight to be under, with who knows how many bikes thrown into the mix.
“Any severe injuries?” She asked, glancing at the wound on Jude’s head again.
He shook his head, “Nope, worst off was Conrad.” He motioned him to follow her towards the tent. He stops at the opening and points inwards, “Which is why I’m sending him home.”
Nic looks in and winces at the sight of her friend that lied before her. His shirt isn’t on, and she can see the distinct bruises of a bike, (bikes?) His eyes are shut, but he has a matching bandage on his head and the purple bruise is a sharp contrast in the yellow lighting. Hs right leg is being propped up by two pillows, his knee covered in ice packs and wrapped tightly.
“What's the damage?” She asks, speaking loud enough so that Conrad can hear her as well. He doesn’t stir so she makes the assumption that he’s asleep.
“I think he sprained his knee, it's pretty swollen and with his history, it seems likely that there is something wrong with it. He won’t go to the hospital to get it checked out though,” Jude throws up his fingers as quotations, “because he’s dealt with it before.”
Nic rolls her eyes for what feels like the umpteenth time. “Of course he has.”
“His heads hurting pretty bad, and he’s got a couple of broken ribs. So I gave him some pain meds to help, which I nearly had to shove down his throat.” Nic knows how Conrad is and isn’t surprised. “I think if he just rests until his next shift, he can get himself a pair of crutches and be fine.”
“Conrad, not running throughout the halls of Chastain? People are going to get suspicious.” Nic retorted.
“I’ll be running in two days,” Conrad calls from the tent, his words slightly slurred, presumably from the sleep.
“No, you will not be, asshole. Now go home, we don’t want you here anymore.” Jude calls as Nic goes to Conrad's cot.
“Whatever,” He opens his eyes and smirks up at Nic’s approaching form. “Hey.”
“Hey, let's get you home, so you can get some proper rest.” Nic smiles back and squeezes his hand as she prepares to help him sit up.
He groans in preparation. “Ok, maybe three days.”
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