#go mel

[nothing-an-iratze-cant-fix]

love that Mel is having the logical and correct reaction as a doctor to Langdon’s drug addiction and everyone else has dropped their hypocratic oath and compassion in the sharps bin.

[paperclips37]

Another WIP.... I love making Frank so fucking clueless.

It's joyous to me.

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‘Could you get me an ice pack please? And tell Abbot I’m fairly sure that John Doe has a leaking baggie of cocaine in his gut.’ Whitaker’s face contorted and he scurried out of the room. Frank 90% sure his diagnosis was correct and was 99% smug about it. Dana appeared in his wake. She paused for a second examining him. Her face overly done; pretty good at masking her concern.

‘Oh Ken why is it always you?’ She passed over the ice pack. He hissed loudly as he placed the ice pack against his chest. The cold stabbed into his skin but it melted into soothing numbness.

‘Karma?’ Dana nodded sarcastically at him.

‘That would track.’

‘Love the nurse sympathy.’

‘Oh I only give that to people who deserve it.’

‘Ouch. And I thought you loved me.’ He pressed a hand to his chest, wiggling his shoulders just so. Delighting himself at her eyeroll.

‘Begrudgingly.’ Dana stepped closer and gave him a cursory once over herself. Her hands much gentler than Whitaker’s. Experienced hands.

‘I’m going to get you up to X-ray.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘As talented a doctor as you are you can’t see through your own skin Kid. C’mon.’ The curtain twitched and suddenly Mel was standing there. Face tight with worry. Frank tried to mask any discomfort. Dana’s eyes flicked back and forth curiously. A devious glint blooming in her eyes. Those eyes that never failed to see right through him. ‘I think he needs the VIP treatment eh Mel?’ Mel reacted to the pat on her arm as Dana vanished with a swoosh of the curtain. Her flinch reactions had dulled to many people. But never really gone. Except with him. Weird.

‘She’s getting me a wheelchair isn’t she?’ Mel didn’t respond. Frank glanced over to see the weirdest look on her face. Eyes overly large, eyebrows damn near hitting her hairline. She was staring at his chest. Eyes wide and unreadable. Frank frowned. Mel was many things, unreadable wasn't one of them. At least to him. Was she impressed? No, that couldn't be it.

The bruising must look horrendous by now. He pulled back the ice pack, shivering at the icy droplets sliding down his chest. It was sweet how she cared. He noticed how she swallowed heavily in that way she sometimes did when trying to give herself a moment to steady herself.

The colours were striking against his ridiculously pale skin. His side ached. He had so far refused all pain meds. This was manageable, he’d suffered worse. Verifying Whitaker’s check, Frank gently probed his ribs. No sign of his ribs giving way. Mel shook her head, braid flying behind her.

Her gaze became more assessing. Doctor Mel appeared before him. Leaning down to examine his ribs. Frank did his best to resist the urge to puff up.

‘How’s the pain?’

‘Manageable.’ Her staring up at him from her current stance. Bent over, over the top of his glasses at him was just plain dangerous. Especially as her face was that mix of stern and compassionate that only work for her. He was suddenly very aware of the level of exposed skin and how close she was.

‘May I?’ Her hand hovered at the small gloves on the table just behind her. He nodded unable to trust his voice. Or his impulse control.

Frank turned his gaze to the ceiling. Trying to pretend it was anyone else. But there was no mistaking the gentle, light touch that only she could have. Her hands were cool and worked efficiently across his skin. Frank rattled off medical procedures in order of increasing complexity as she evaluated him.

‘I don’t think anything is broken but I agree an X-ray to confirm is the best course of action.’ She snapped off her gloves and Frank had a flash. A really inappropriate image of her playing the sexy doctor. Time for his yearly physical. That was going to haunt him. He nodded still not willing to trust himself to speak.

[annoying-mel]

rlly proud of who im becoming. very proud

[fcllencngels]

To the people who follow me for the Voltron/Shadowhunters/memes and are severly disappointed by my gays (aka Yuri on ice)

Kindly fuck yourself

Kidding. I love you all. But I love that anime so don’t judge man 

[queen-carol-regina-abby]

You know what

The daytime emmys can go ahead and Snub Mel because after The Happys premieres every award show on the list will be offering one to Mel. #optimistic

[justcourbeau]

You know I thought it was American Farrow.

American Pharaoh makes a bit more sense.

[gayandasleep]

*nervously follows another persons progress in a love live event because you’re rooting for them to not get rekt*

update: she got rekt

[copperopolis]

Woah my follower number jumped for some reason omg