Cuts and Bruises
Pairing: Greg Grainger x reader
Summary: After treating the temporary fill in at Firehouse 51 for a minor injury, Y/n gets the feeling that she'll be seeing Greg a lot more often
Requested: Yes, by anonymous
Warnings: mentions of a fire and minor injuries
Word Count: 1,423 Words
"Hey, Maggie," I greet the charge nurse. "Where are all of these people coming in from?"
"51 just responded to a huge complex fire," Maggie responded. "It's mostly minor burns, cuts, and a few bruises. Just take a patient chart, fix them up, and send them on their way. I want this ED cleared by 3."
"Got it," I say. "Thank you." So, I picked a patient at random and started doing whatever I could to help. After I had treated a few people, I went to the waiting room to grab the next person in line, but just before I could, Sylvie walked in with a firefighter at her side. “Hey, Sylvie. What’s up?”
“Grainger has a cut on his upper arm, and he insists that he’s fine, but it’s pretty deep. I think it might need stitches,” Sylvie put in.
“I’m fine. Seriously,” the firefighter insisted. “It’s just a scratch.”
“I’ll have Y/n be the judge of that,” Sylvie spoke. “Can you check over him? Please?”
“Of course,” I answer. “Follow me.” I led Grainger to the nearest empty bed and had him sit down while I pulled on some gloves. "So, Grainger-"
"It's Greg," Grainger interrupted. "Greg Grainger."
"Y/n L/n," I return, "So, Greg, are you new to 51? I don't think I've ever seen you around before."
"I'm just a temporary fill in as Engine 51's Lieutenant while Herrmann is on vacation," Greg told me. "And I work at Firehouse 40. All of the people we help on calls go to Lakeshore."
"Then it makes sense why we've never met. There's no opportunity for us to cross paths," I claim. "Now, lets see that arm. If you could ditch your coat, that'd be great." Greg took off his coat and laid it down behind him, but the wound was so far up his arm, his sleeve was covering it. "I uh, I'm gonna need you to take your shirt off too."
Greg didn't even flinch and pulled the shirt over his head, setting it down on top of his other gear. My cheeks heated up at the sight of Greg's toned chest and abs, and so I put all of my focus on the cut on his shoulder.
"So? What do you think?" Greg implored.
"W-what?" I stammer out, my face flushing even more.
"Of the cut," Greg stated. "What do you think? Does it need stitches?"
"Right," I murmur. "Yeah, I'd say so. But just a few. I can get you out of here in 10 minutes. Just sit tight." I was true to my word. 10 minutes later, I had finished up the last stitch on Greg's arm and was just putting a bandage over it.
"Thank you for this," Greg said and hopped off the bed, grabbing his gear from behind him.
"It was no problem," I assure him as he began putting his shirt back on. "Now, I don't know if you've had stitches before, but you've got to keep that wound dry for the first 24 hours, and also try not to overuse that arm. We don't want your stitches to rip."
"Got it," Greg confirmed. "Thanks again, Y/n."
"Like I said before, it was no problem," I repeat. "I uh, I hope I get to see you sometime in the future."
Greg smiled. "I have no doubts that you will. Bye, Y/n."
"Bye, Greg," I wave after him as he left the ED. Throwing off my gloves, I exited the treatment room to get to the nurses station, and I just so happened to bump into Will.
"Who was that?" Will asked and followed Greg out of the door with his eyes.
"A temporary Lieutenant for Firehouse 51," I reply and type away at the computer in front of me.
"Mmm," Will hummed. "You've got the hots for him, don't you?"
"What? Will, I just met him 15 minutes ago," I try and reason.
"But you do find him attractive," Will pointed out. "I can see it on your face."
"You cannot," I retort.
"So it is true? You find him hot. You know, I could see you and him being a cute couple," Will confessed.
"All right, I'm done here. Unlike you, I've got patients to work on," I attest to.
"This isn't over!" Will called out playfully as I walked away.
"Yeah it is!" I shout back.
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It had been one week since I met Greg Grainger for the first time. And whenever I wasn't busy with work or my social life, my mind wandered to him. Seeing him shirtless on our first encounter, the sincerity in his voice whenever he talked, the smile he sent my way when he left the ED....lets just say he impacted me in a way I never new someone could after spending just 15 minutes together.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Maggie questioned as she joined me by the nurses' station.
"Nothing important," I lie. "Just about what I want for dinner after shift."
"Uh-huh," Maggie muttered. "You're thinking about Grainger, aren't you?"
"Ugh," I groan. "Not you too. Did Will put you up to this?"
"He may have mentioned something," Maggie revealed.
"Oh my...." I trailed off. "I've only met the man once!"
"Twice," Maggie corrected me.
I frowned. "What?"
"He's standing out in the lobby," Maggie informed me. I turned around, and when I looked towards the lobby, I saw that Greg was indeed standing out there. For a second, our eyes met, and then he started walking towards me. To keep Maggie out of my business, I took a couple dozen steps forwards to meet up with him.
"Hey, Greg. What are you doing here?" I quiz. "Don't tell me your stitches ripped."
Greg laughed. "Surprisingly, no. They are still in place. I uh, I actually came to see you."
"You're still in your gear," I notice. "Did you come over here in the middle of your shift?"
"Yes," Greg responded. "But that's not the point. I came over here because for the past week, whenever I'm not focused on something, I think about you, which is weird because we only met once and it was for 15 minutes. But everyone at Firehouse 51 has told me what an amazing person you are, and that only pushed me to come here more. I guess what I'm trying to get at is that I'd like to take you out on a date."
"A d-date?" I stutter.
Greg nodded. "Yeah. Unless you're not interested or you're seeing somebody. If that's the case, forget about it."
"No. That's uh, that's not the case at all. I'd love to go on a date with you," I admit.
"Good. Great," Greg clarified, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "Well then I will contact you later with the details."
"Greg wait," I interject, and reach forward, my hand grasping onto his forearm.
"What's up?" Greg asked. Instead of answering, I took my small memo book out of my pocket, scribbled something down on it, and then ripped the paper away, folding it neatly before stuffing it into his hand. Greg unfolded the piece of paper and stared down at it, his eyes glancing over my handwriting. "Your phone number?"
"Yeah. You need some way to contact me. How else were we supposed to talk about our date? Because as much as I love meeting up here at Med when we're both supposed to be working, the two of us could be fired for that," I joke.
"Right. Thank you," Greg spoke and sent a smile my way. "I'll be in touch soon." As soon as Greg walked off, I smiled to myself and turned around to head back into the ED. By the nurses' station, both Maggie and Will were waiting, desperate to hear the news.
"Well? What happened?" Maggie pushed.
"I just got asked on a date," I say.
"Told ya you liked him," Will exclaimed.
"So, what are you two gonna do? Tell us everything," Maggie requested.
"As much as I would love that, I've got work," I disclose.
"Work? You don't have any patients right now," Will declared.
"What? I'm sorry. I think I hear Dr. Abrams calling for me upstairs," I share and walk towards the elevator.
"Come on!" Maggie whined. "You can't just leave us hanging like that."
"I can, and I think I just did. See you guys later," I chirp and step into the elevator, the doors closing seconds later, leaving Maggie and Will frustrated in the middle of the ED.
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