Today your shift in the pitt started off great but soon became slightly intolerable.
Two words. James Ogilvie.
An R4 at the pitt, same as you. He was newer to the pitt and you, being a seasoned resident here, got the privilege curse of having him with you for the first few weeks.
Honestly he wasn't that bad at first but it seemed like something new came up with him every shift. Truly a thorn in your side.
It also turns out he is definitely into you.
That poses its own issues with him always asking you questions and following you closely every shift.
The worst is the constant flirting. Corny at first but now it's like nails on a chalkboard. It truly is harmless which is why you've never brought up being married or who your husband is.
It's not something you broadcast. But you keep a constant reminder with your wedding ring on a chain that's tucked securely under your scrub top.
Despite wanting to yell, you refrain. You typically laugh off his attempts to joke or flirt with a slight laugh or politely declining advances.
You’re handing him over to Langdon soon anyways.
Only a few more hours.
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At some point you lose Ogilvie among a series of incoming traumas and don’t bother finding him just yet. He’ll likely find you first.
After finishing a chart, you lay your head on the nurses station counter.
The only thing getting you through this shift is knowing you get to leave early today, followed by date night with your husband. The thought alone has you smiling to yourself.
You glance at the clock and it reads ‘3 p.m.’
“Finallyyy!” you groan as you go to clock out and grab your things.
After you grab your stuff, you're headed to the door when Frank catches your attention from an empty exam room “Woah where's the fire?” he jokes. Okay you might have been moving at a brisk walk, eager to leave and get ready.
“There will be one if I don't get out of here” you huff with a laugh glancing over your shoulder “Ogilvies all yours Langdon!”
He shakes his head laughing “You owe me!” he answers back just as you make it out the sliding doors.
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It's three hours later and here you are back at the hospital. This time you're happy to walk in knowing it's not for another shift.
You're dressed in an outfit you had just recently gotten, specifically for tonight. Your hair is washed and styled, and you even had time for a light makeup look.
You walk up to the nurses station where you find Trinity, Dana, and Frank.
Dana greets you first. “Look at you hot stuff! Hot date I assume?”
“You’d assume correctly” you laugh, a blush covering your cheeks.
Trinity leans forward on the desk “Does he work here?” curiosity in her eyes.
“Yes actually, he's a surgeon” you smile, giving no more hints.
Your three friends gasp at the new information. “Okay you have to tell us who he is” trinity pleas with anticipation.
“Yeah honey, who's the lucky guy?” Dana chimes in with a smile.
Hmmm. You thought. Let's make this juicy.
You bring up your left hand that is adorned with your wedding ring “My husband”
A bright smile grows on your face as you watch the three around you stare at your hand in absolute shock.
“YOU’RE MARRIED??” Trinity all but yells
She gently grabs your hand to examine the ring closer “SINCE WHEN?”
“Yeah, since when!? You've never mentioned a relationship, let alone a marriage!” Dana says with wide eyes and examines the ring too. “It’s gorgeous though honey” she smiles
Frank still stands in shock, jaw dropped “WOW… talk about plottwist”
“I just know whoever he is, he does not play about you” Trinity says while releasing your hand.
The four of you laugh at her comment until another voice speaks up “Who's married?”
Oh my god. Of allll people.
Ogilvie comes striding up, eyes finding you immediately.
“Holy shit girl, you're hot as hell” he says with a smile, eyes roaming your figure.
Frank comes up to your side “Back off Ogilvie, not happening”
“Yeah dingus” Trinity adds as she joins Frank at your side “and did you not just hear, she's married” she emphasizes.
Ogilvie scoffs “Duh Santos, that's why I asked. But here's the real question” he leans forward slightly towards you “Are you happily married?”
You raise your eyebrows and go to reply but he continues.
“Because this so-called husband of yours isn't even here. What kind of man lets someone as gorgeous as you out of his sight?” he questions with a slight smile, clearly believing he's made a great point.
Before he can continue, a gruff voice speaks up from behind him.
“Who says I do?”
Ogilvie turns around and his stomach drops at who he finds. Brendon Park. The shark. As he was about to quickly find out.
Park stalks up slowly from behind Oglivie, hands clasped behind his back, circling the resident.
“And you wonder if she’s happily married right? I’d say very by the way she can't take her eyes off me, don’t ya think?” He smiles smugly.
He looks directly at Ogilvie “Olive tree was it?”
“I-uh-um it’s uh Ogilvie…” he stutters out.
Park shrugs his shoulders “Same thing and still of no concern to me. The same way my wife is of no concern to you.”
He goes to take a step towards the shell-shocked resident before he's stopped by your voice.
“Hey handsome” you coo at him, gravitating towards him with a hug around his waist. His chilling demeanor slips almost immediately as he wraps you into his chest, as if shielding you from any and everything.
You’re only for him.
“Hey sweet girl” he mutters while laying his cheek against your head.
“Almost ready to go?” You look up at him.
“Yeah baby, just gotta grab my things from the office. Walk with me?” He says while pulling away, hands still holding onto yours, gently persuading you to follow. Of course that was no hard ask. You’d follow this man to the ends of the earth if he asked.
“Why yes Dr. Park, lead the way” smiling softly you let him drag you along, pulling you into his side, arm around your shoulder.
Ogilvie stands there with Trinity and Frank.
“You’re such a dumbass” Trinity breaks the silence .
Frank chuckles at that “Yeah olive tree you just became fish food for the shark”
Ogilvie looks at the couple, still in shock at the fact his fellow resident & never gonna happen crush is married to Brendon Park.
He sighs in defeat “Of fucking course she would belong to the shark.”
His organs are bleeding internally, he can't open one eye and can barely walk, but Lyonel Gayratheon proposes that he become his concubine. Lyonel wants that tall cookie so bad
Summary: You and Dennis have been secretly dating for over a year and the ED just now finds out your boyfriend is their very own Dr. Whitaker with an apple bite.
Pairing: Dennis Whitaker X CN!reader (Charge nurse)
CW/TW: No use of Y/N, you are referred to as “blue”. Job Title is charge nurse, you work alongside Dana. Established relationship, Secret relationship, throwing up, biting, cursing, mention of needles and sutures, inaccurate medical terms, making out, not NSFW but slight mention/insinuation of car sex.
(not proofread, sorry!)
Part 1 ! Part 2
"You are killing me!" Dana laughed
You and Dana sat at your computers, laughing at something you had said. She was to your left, typing away on her computer.
You were on your computer beside her pulling discharge papers for a patient. A gasp from Dana shifted you out of your focus. "Oh heavens, when did Mr.Blue get you this??"
Her warm hands yanked your left hand away from your keyboard mid-type. The action surprised you, catching you off guard. However the rushed feeling of blush and heat spread across your face when you realized what she was squealing about.
Your boyfriend had gotten you a promise ring. Saving up from a few of his most recent paychecks, he wanted to get you something special. He wanted to show you with actions that he is ready and committed to you. So he bought you a promise ring, He thought it was cliché for your guys' age group at first but then he started to think of it in a different light. You get to walking around happily with a ring that matches your perfection, You get to show off how happy you are in a healthy relationship. You get to feel the reassurance you occasionally needed when you look down at the ring and remember the words he said to you.
" I promise to love and cherish you every day, I promise that I will save up the money to buy us the dream house you have always wanted. I promise you that when I do buy us that house, I will properly propose to you and we will have the most beautiful ceremony in our backyard. We will finally live together, and build a family. I promise to be the man you deserve, to take care of you in any way possible. I promise that in the near future I will marry you."
Your heart felt like it was getting swallowed just thinking back at the memory. You smiled fondly, looking at Dana who examined your left hand.
"When is the wedding?" She assumed it was an engagement ring.
"When did Mr. Blue pop the question?? Why didn't you say anything?" Dana squealed again, her accent thick with her words. She refers to your boyfriend as "Mr.Blue", in fact the whole ED does. For the simple fact, they don't know your boyfriend. They don’t know his name, what he looks like, anything really... or so they thought.
You and Dennis have been dating in private for almost two years now. You both never mentioned it to anyone and no one even suspects it.
The team knows you two are close but you've always kept it professional and given each other a good amount of distance at work.
Occasionally, you would mention having a boyfriend not giving away a name or feature, while Dennis never mentioned anything about his dating life. They didn't even think he had a girlfriend.
You started dating six months before he started working at the PTMC center with you. You had been a charge nurse alongside Dana for a while already, and Dennis had just moved here from his hometown.
The two of you had run into each other one day when you were walking in for your shift. He had bumped you pretty hard on his way out, causing both of you to drop your belongings. Panicking he apologized profusely, helping you up and gathering both your things. He handed you your handbag, keys, and phone, while he went back down to gather his papers and phone from the floor.
"Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" he said breathlessly as he struggled to control the panic in his voice
"I am okay. What about you?" you asked, dusting your scrubs off. He nodded his head tightly, wordlessly responding to you.
You got the chance to look at him, He was wearing regular jeans and a dark oversized gray T-shirt. His curly hair was slightly overgrown from whatever previous haircut he had, it fit his features well. His cheeks were rosy, which made him look even more adorable than you already thought. He had an awkward smile on his face now. Honestly, it seemed more like a nervous cover-up smile. He was swaying his body anxiously as he held his previously scattered papers close to him.
You felt a ping in your heart. He was cute, REALLY cute. Suddenly, you got hit with nervousness, but you swallowed it and smiled.
"I'm okay" he mumbled, looking at the floor. Awkwardly, he fidgeted with the corner of his papers. Your smile widened watching his actions.
"I am blue, I am a nurse here" you told him, reaching out to shake his hand. He finally looked up at you again, extending his hand. They were soft and warm, maybe a little too warm.
" Dennis Whitaker, MS4" a shocked expression crossed your face.
A med student? You thought, "Doctor... okay!" You smiled again nodding your head with a more pleased expression, a little chuckle left his mouth.
"Does that mean you are going to pursue a residency here?" you question, you notice his shoulders become loose, the topic causing him to become less tense.
"Thinking about it" he waved his papers, "This is the one I have my heart set on, but there are others I have been looking into" he said freely. His new smile held a lot more genuineness to it, his facial expressions soft and pleased, his eyes with a hint of pride.
"Not that you asked" you say. Looking down at your watch, you start to take small steps past him and towards the entrance. It was time for you to clock in already. "Listen to your heart Doctor"
He turns around to look at you, nodding his head. "Will do… Thank you!"
You were walking backwards so you could look at him again, "I have to clock in now but I hope to see you around Dr. Whitaker"
“Yeah! … you too blue” he awkwardly waved.
Giving him a final smile, you fully turn around and walk into the chaos of the ED.
A couple of hours later, you did end up seeing Dennis again. You had received a call on your personal phone mid-shift. It was then, that you noticed your phone wasn't actually yours? The lock screen was different. Instead of seeing your usual lock screen, you see a young boy hugging a baby calf.
Finally, you see the number calling was your phone number. Your phone had gotten swapped with Dennis's phone when you guys bumped into each other.
Dennis called his phone number using your phone. He apologized many times, reassuring you he did not mean to take your phone. Unable to come back to the ED for a swap phone right now, you came up with the idea to meet at a cafe after your shift.
The cafe went very well, both of you forgetting the whole reason you met up was to swap back your phones. Laughing and talking about any topic your minds would come up with. Quickly, your and Dennis's dynamic became comfortable.
By the third hour of hanging out with Dennis, he knew he needed to keep you in his life.
"If you are okay with it" Dennis started, the two of you walking side by side slowly on the sidewalk of some random park. "I— I would like to do this again sometime?"
Nervously he looked up, scared of feeling any type of rejection. His face softened when he saw the twinkle in your eyes, and the faint blush creeping. A little chuckle left your mouth.
"Make this a dinner and you've got yourself A date”
“Re —Really? … A date?” He stuttered, "Yes, A date" he confidently reassured himself, heat rushing to his face. His hands felt like they were overheating, but he blamed the temperature on the tea he was holding in his hand.
"Yes, A date" you mimicked his words in your own delightful tone. You felt hazy, hands slightly shaking. You may have blacked out a little in your moment of confidence.
Now here you sit at the charge nurse station with Dana, who was still gushing over the ring Dennis got you.
"He got me this about a week ago" she squeezed your hand, "Our two years is around the corner but he was too eager so he gave it to me sooner"
"Oh my God he was going to propose on your two years!" she exclaims
"No no, it's a promise ring. He wants to buy us a house before he officially proposes" You squeeze her hand back before finally letting go and turning back to your computer.
“Kid has dreams!” She paused "Wait!- You're telling me it's been two years and we still haven't met him?!" Dana shook her head.
"Who?” Frank asked walking up to the desk, looking down at the girls. Trailing behind were Dennis and Robby.
"Her boyfriend! Look he got her a ring!"
Your eyes meet with Dennis, a sense of comfort washing over you. He smiled at you fondly, his ears perked up, growing slightly pink when Dana squealed about the ring again.
Robbys eyebrows lifted in surprise, "Well congrats!" he said with a smile. You nodded a quick thank you, "not an engagement ring yet" you corrected
"We are never going to meet this dude! Watch her boyfriend be a cut out of Dylan O'Brien" Frank joked, throwing his hands in the air giving everyone a goofy smile.
Dennis rolled his eyes at Langdon, amusement and a hint of annoyance laced in your boyfriend's demeanor. He handed you his previous tablet in exchange for a new one.
"Dr.Langdon, just because your first marriage was a cut out of Dylan O'Brien doesn't mean mine will be" you joked, handing your boyfriend a new tablet mouthing "sutures"
He nodded his head at you while laughing at your comeback to Frank. You feel fuzzy when you hear his familiar laugh. You watch your boyfriend closely, his Biceps flexed as he gave the iPad a light squeeze for a good grip. His lips moved as he soundlessly read and examined the information on the tablet.
"Quick and easy" he says looking up at you, "Can you assist me?"
You answer by standing up, looking back at Langdon who was struggling to come back from your words.
"Alright duties call, Go be a doctor or something" you tell him moving your hands in a shooing motion.
“Robby, discharge papers are ready for room 5” you said turning the corner towards Dennis making your way towards the patient's room. From behind you can hear Dana harshly whisper, "You're the reason we don't get to meet him" and a small "ouch" following after.
Walking side by side with Dennis, you look at him. He was already looking down at you, a soft expression on his face.
"Hi" you whisper, finally being able to greet him after the majority of your shift, you both had 3 hours left.
He looked around the hallways before leaning done closer to the side of your head, "Hi Baby" he whispers back.
"How are you Mrs. Whitaker?" he says quietly, satisfaction taking over him when he sees a tint of red at the top of your ears.
MRS. WHITAKER?!?, The inner demon clawed at your chest.
"I am tired Mr. Blue. How about you?" You play along letting your body lean towards him, stopping yourself at a good distance.
"I am ready for the shift to be over, so I can take my girlfriend out to eat. Do you by any chance know what she might be craving tonight? " he asked
You hummed In response, “You, maybe?” he halted at your answer, craning his neck to look down at you. Frantically he looked around then back at you. His eyes are screaming Don't say things like that I am shutting down.
“Oh but if you are talking food-wise, she has a couple of things in mind” you laugh, opening the door to the patient's room.
Dennis was still in a distressed state of mind when he entered the room. He fumbled over his words as he introduced himself to the patient, constantly looking up at you, the tablet, and the patient.
You shake your head amused that you can still so easily get to him. You thought by now he would be used to you and your relationship, that certain things wouldn't have the same effect as they did in the beginning of your relationship, but Dennis constantly proves you wrong. He says things that still make your stomach turn in a good way and clearly, you do the same for him.
“Alright, we did a couple of tests on you to rule some things out,” Dennis said fluently now after clearing his throat and shaking his head. Trying to shake his previous thoughts away.
“Everything came out clear! All we need to do is give you some injections to prevent infection and stitch up your wound” he said, ordering you to grab the necessities.
As you are placing the needed tools and the tray for Dennis, you notice the patient looking pale. His eyes lingered on the injection needles and suture hook.
Sweat was starting to develop on the top of his head, “Honey is everything alright” you ask gently placing a hand on the patient's shoulder. Dennis, who was putting on some gloves looked up.
“Hey, what are you feeling?” he asked, rolling his chair closer.
“No, I’ll be fine. Just terrified of needles—” he cut himself off. Vomit spewing out of his mouth and directly onto Dennis’s scrubs.
Horror filled all three pairs of eyes, you took and step back. Sympathetically look at your boyfriend, he pushed his roller chair back in hopes of dodging the throw up but of course that didn't work out in his favor.
“I'm sorry! Im so sorry! Oh my God, I am so sorry Doctor!” he panted wiping his mouth.
“I-It's okay. Ugh- Can you get him some nausea and vomiting medication” Dennis asked you, eyes pleading for help. You handed the patient a tissue and Dennis some paper towels from above the sink to try and clean himself up a little.
Without a word, you walked out of the room and back in quickly with the patient's medication.
“Please take this, we will come back in a few minutes to continue the stitches”
Dennis sighed frustrated as soon as the door closed, “Really? Why me?” he threw his arms in the air, marching behind you to your station.
A couple of heads turned his way, disgust on their face when they smell the throw up on him.
“I don't know but here” you say softly bending down under your desk and pulling out another pair of black scrubs. You keep an extra pair for him knowing his luck with the patients versus scrubs is not the best.
Dana, Mel, and Langdon sat around at their own computers. All with a very expressive look of discomfort from the smell radiating off your boyfriend.
Dennis paid no mind to them. His eyes focused on you, the tight bothered expression he carried had now softened as you leaned over the other side of the desk handing him the new scrubs.
“Go change, we will go back in when you are done” you gently say
“You are my angel blue” he said. If there was no one around, if you guys were not at work and he didn't have throw up dancing all over his scrubs. He would have pulled you in for a kiss, but instead, he gently took the scrubs out of your hands and walked towards the bathroom.
“Careful now Whitaker. Wouldn't want her imaginary devil dog of a lover to come after you” Langdon called out, imitating a rawr.
“Aww, sweetie. Don't talk about your mother like that,” you say, over your shoulder. Fake sympathy dripping from your voice.
“Wait? You are dating his mother?” Mel asked, catching a stiff laugh from Dana and an eye roll from Frank. Mel sat confused looking at Frank with a curious expression.
The end of the shift came quickly, no more scrub changes or anything dramatic after the last. You and Dennis ended up in a booth at your favorite late-night restaurant, debriefing after a long day.
You had just finished your food, having some leftovers on your plate. You leaned back looping your arms with Dennis’s, hugging onto his arm as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“I’m as full as a tick on a tampon” you sigh patting your belly and adjusting your scrub pants.
Your boyfriend laughed, shoulders shaking your head with each chuckle.
“Have you even seen that before?” He questioned leaning back into the booth, letting you melt on his side.
“No, I have not. It's just an expression!” You kiss his shoulder and lay your head back down on it. You got a whiff of his nature musk, before changing into the new scrubs you provided for him. He took a quick body shower in the employees' bathroom to scrub off the scent of throw-up, washing any leftover scent of his cologne off with it.
After paying, the two of you sat in the car for a bit, trying to shake the tiredness away. Dennis sat in the driver's seat watching as you played with his fingers on the center console
He looked around the parking lot, seeing that the place was empty now. Their parking spot was sectioned off from the restaurant.
“What did you say you wanted to eat?” He asked out of nowhere with a mischievous tone, grabbing a hold of your hand that was playing with his. He brought it to his lips for a kiss before returning it to the center console.
Confused because the two of you just ate. You answered anyway, “I said here” pointing to the restaurant.
“No, you said something else before you said this place” You tilted your head at him, leaning against the center console. Both your hands are intertwined now and rest under your chin, His heart crumbled at the sight of you.
“Before I got thrown up on like the grudge from one of our patients” you stifled a laugh, moving your locked hands from under your chin and pressing the back of his to your lips for a kiss. He felt you smile as your lips pressed against his hand.
Your laugh and smile intoxicating him like a fast-acting drug.
Shy from what you had said earlier, you mumbled a response “I said you”
He smiled fondly, watching you with amusement as you lightly bite his hand. Resting your forehead on it to try and hide your blush.
Somehow he was able to release his hand from your tight grip, using it to pull your head up.
“Me too” he said leaning forward, hastily crashing his lips on yours.
Quickly, the action became heated. One second you are leaning over the center console for a heated make-out session. The next his driver's seat is pushed all the way back with you on top straddling him.
“Maybe we should go back to my place” feeling self-conscious and paranoid being so vulnerable like this in a semi-public setting.
“No” he said kissing down your neck, your chest, and left arm leaving little bruises that should be gone by the morning. You were breathing heavily, his actions making you weak. “No time to go home” he whispered through kisses
Your hands were tangled in his hair, squeezing and tugging at the back of his head when he harshly kissed your lips again.
It was safe to say your extracurricular activities did not make it to the bedroom.
The next morning at work was a nightmare, your body was sore and tired. Mentally you are in bed resting in Dennis’s arms and a thick comforter wrapping around you two with whatever random YouTube video he put on. Physically you were clocked in and dragging your feet to your computer.
“You look like shit” trinity said
“Oh baby, bad night's rest?” Dana asked, leaning back in her chair to look at you.
Embarrassment clouds your emotions, knowing why you are so tired. Why did they have to ask?, you thought.
“Yeah, I just need some coffee” you say, feeling like you are giving away all the flashbacks from last night. Sighing, you sat down on your roller chair and started to boot up your computer. You lean back in your chair, giving your back a good crack.
You raise your arms and gather your hair into a ponytail, your shirt shifting as you do so.
“Holly shit” you hear Santos gasp. You turn your neck to her with a questioning look, letting your hands fall to your lap. “When did you get that? It looks like it hurts”
“What?!” you question, slightly panicked looking around your body. Dana, Perlah, and Princess eyed Santos when she squatted beside you and pulled your left arm sleeve up.
Just above your elbow was a bite mark, with light bruising outlining teeth. “Oh my God” the group of nurses watching gasped.
A grim expression consumed your face when you saw the mark. More flashbacks from last night flooded your brain. In the car you remember leaning to the side for a better angle, Dennis trying to quiet his moans attached his mouth to the back of your arm. At first, you just felt a sucking sensation but then you felt his teeth sink into your skin as his eyes rolled shut. It didn't hurt you at all just a little sting, so you didn't think it would leave a mark but with the way the bite looks, it seems your nervous system had just drowned that pain out.
You stare at your arm, mouth slightly open now. Dennis had bitten you… And his teeth marks were loud and proud on your skin.
“Who the hell bit you?” Santos questioned
Panicked you frantically looked around, and at their faces.
“O—oh a kid bit me” you said, laughing a little to play it off. “It didn't hurt at all, I didn't think it would leave such a mark… Don’t worry I am fine” you say taking a hold of Santos' hand and patting it. You can tell her eyes were threatening to roll. Clearly, she didn't believe your story. You overthink what part of the lie she didn't believe, was it the part where the kid bit you? or the fact that it didn't hurt?
“You should have said something, sweetie! Was this yesterday?” Dana asked, resting her hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah. - Yeah it was yesterday” you said, “Don't worry really”
“Well, did you get it treated?” Santos asked.
“I treated it. Don't worry I will make sure to ice it periodically “ you tell her, letting go of her hand so she can return to her desk.
“Next time let someone know baby” Dana said shaking her head.
“Will do” you sigh, trying to brush off the conversation.
You held your head in your hands rubbing your temples for a second. Lifting your head, you finally signed into your computer, clicking through your emails.
“Hey,” Your heart skips a beat. You didn't have to look up to know it was Dennis, his voice cheerful and happy as he approached your computer at the main desk.
He smiles at everyone, greeting them individually. His smile faltered when his eyes landed on your glaring ones.
“Don’t mind her, she got bit by a kid yesterday” Dana said.
Dennis’s head retracted back a little, eyebrows furrowing with concern, the right side of his lip tugging up. His face wordlessly questioned you, thinking why you didn't say anything to him? But still he nodded his head. “A kid?…”
“Nice of you to finally join us, Huckleberry! You never came home last night” Santos stated, looking at the pleased expressions on his face “What's got you so happy? And running late?” she pushed
“I was running late getting everyone coffee” he said in a mocking tone, towards Santos. Only choosing to acknowledge the safe topics “It's in the break room”
Her eyes light up, “Wow! Who milked a cow into your cereal” she cheered, standing from her chair.
“Here a peace offering… breakfast!” she said with fake enthusiasm tossing an apple towards her roommate. Dennis easily caught the apple, hoping to impress you and your watchful eye.
Indeed he did impress you, you drooled over him for any little reason but you shook it away trying to stay bothered with him and his bite mark on your arm.
“Thank you” he said biting into it, not getting a chance to even swallow his bite, Robby rushed out of a room yelling “Whitaker, S15 Now!”
“Oh shit” Dennis cursed with a full mouth. Hastily, he slammed his apple on the countertop just above your computer.
“I-I gotta go” securing his stethoscope with his left hand as he rushed off into the room.
Within seconds Santos lunges forward towards the apple. Nearly squishing you against your computer desk.
Analyzing every carving of the apple and yanking your left sleeve back up comparing the two bite marks. You swat her hand away and pulled your sleeve back down.
“HUCKLEBERRY WAS THE KID?!?” Santos yelled.
Heads turned to the main desk due to the commotion, watching eyes, entertained with everything that was unfolding. Shock painted all over your face, unsure of what just happened and what to do, you looked around not saying a word.
