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You mentioned Patrick on the Pitt? I'm afraid you can't leave me hanging on that idea... 👀👀👀
doctor zweig who jokes that being a doctor is "just a hobby". who leans against the tables and desks all coy while reading charts and lightly nibbling on the end of his pen. his satisfaction scores are unusually high; he works his patients like a server works their tables. not only is patrick adept, but he's charismatic, with a smile that seems capable of charming even the most stubborn of patients.
"so," he hums as he walks into the room, strolling over to your bedside, "tennis injury, huh? mind if i take a look?" zweig's hands are gentle but firm as he investigates your leg, his thumb brushing gingerly along your knee. "tell me if anything hurts, alright?"
only... you're a bit too busy admiring your doctor to speak. too focused on how his voice sounds, all low and rich and undeniably smooth. too focused on the curve of his lips as they purse in thought. his big hands, his friendly yet mischievous eyes... patrick repeats himself a little louder, and you blink. "hm? i mean, yeah. yeah, of course."
as a patient? he's an angel to talk to, definitely the doctor you want. as a coworker? god, he's insufferable. acts like he owns the damn emergency room— and, to an extent, he's earned the right to be prideful. he is a good doctor... doesn't make it less annoying, though.
plus, i feel like he'd get into messy coworker relationships like. ridiculously frequently. it's like he doesn't know how to find anyone outside of work to date. everyone still fucks with him, though, so he's not changing anytime soon.
