“What is it?” he asks irritated, lifting his eyes to the sheepish resident before him.
“Uh— Shar— Doctor Kinard,” he stutters and Tommy clears at him. He doesn’t have time for this.
“What?” he says sharply.
“There’s— there’s a man here to see you?” the kid asks, half telling, half asking like he’s afraid he’s wrong.
Tommy frowns. Who’d be here to see him? He swears, if it’s an unhappy patient… he doesn’t have time for this.
“Tell them I’m busy,” he says returning to his task at hand.
The kid does not leave.
Tommy sighs. “Are you hard of hearing or something?”
The boy visibly swallows. “Uh, no. Sir—Doctor.”
Who are they hiring these days? Honestly?
“He said to tell you that, um, you forgot your lunch?”
His lunch? Oh. Whoops. He’d been in a bit of a rush this morning, and just grabbed his bag and left. Honestly he’d been fine with just grabbing something from the crappy hospital cafeteria later.
Tommy rips of his gloves, amputation can wait five minutes. Non-life threatening currently.
He leaves without a word to the resident. What’s he supposed to say? The kid seems to trail behind him anyway. God, they’re so dependent these days.
“Tommy!” Evan says, holding up a paper bag that has a smiling face drawn on the outside. Dork.
“Hey, baby,” he says softly, seeing the way his boyfriend’s eyes light up and a dusting of pink rises to his cheeks. Kid is so easy.
“Baby?” he hears muttered faintly behind him. He turns to glare at the kid who widens his eyes before turning away. But not… leaving.
“You forgot your lunch,” Evan says, proudly raising his hand. Tommy takes the offered bag, smiling when he realises that Evan had packed his favourite pasta as well as several snacks for his sweet tooth.
“Mmm this is why I love you,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to his lips.
Evan pouts adorably. “Only because of that?” He says like a brat.
“Mmm,” Tommy teases. “Maybe for other reasons too.” He winks.
“You busy?” Evan asks and Tommy tilts his head side to side.
“Yes,” he says honestly. “Never too busy for you though.”
“What a sap,” the kid behind him says. Tommy is going to remember this for later.
He coughs turning to the kid. “You say something?” He asks, blinking at him with a glare.
“No! Sorry! Shark— Doctor— Kinard. Sir.” Kids these days are so scared. It’s hilarious.
“Missed you,” Tommy says, ignoring the kid’s spluttering.
“Mmm, it’s been too long. A full 2 hours.”
Tommy laughs into his ear. “Brat.”
“Go save lives,” Evan tells him, pushing against his chest. Tommy rolls his eyes.
“Fine,” he says. “I’ll see you at home.”
Evan nods. “Don’t forget to eat!”
How could he when he has such delicious things to look forward to?
“‘Course not. I love you,” he says, giving Evan a final kiss to his lips and another to his pretty little birthmark.
“I love you, too,” Evan replies, smiling wide. “And don’t torment your students too much!” He calls out as Tommy exits the door.
“No promises,” he mumbles mostly to himself.
He sighs, lets the domestic bliss leave his system before turning to the resident. He’s going to call this one Sheepy. Because he’s sheepish and follows him everywhere like a damn sheep.
“You,” he says turning behind him. The resident stops quickly, nearly running into him. “Page OR5 and ask if they’re ready for me.”
The kid nods but doesn’t move.
“Now?” He glares. “I know your legs work. Unless you’d like to be the one having their leg amputee I suggest a little pace.”
The kid gulps and runs off.
What a day. He might even get to have some fun.
“He called him baby,” Sheepy emphasises. Tommy raises an eyebrow as he stands by the water cooler, eavesdropping on their delightful conversation.
“No way,” female number 1 says.
“Uh huh,” Sheepy continues. “And his voice went all soft and syrupy,” he says, grimace evident in his voice.
“Shark? Are we talking about the same shark?”female 2 says.
“I’m just telling you what I heard!”
“Well I think you heard wrong, huckleberry.”
“He said, and I quote, ‘I’m never to busy for you,’” his voice dropping an octave in some frankly terrible imitation of Tommy.
“Ew,” female 1 says.
Rude.
Tommy coughs. “Are we running a ladies gossip channel or a hospital over here?” He says glaring at Sheepy.
“Uh—” the rest of the crew make the smart decision to disband and walk away.
Tommy wraps his arm around the kid’s shoulders. “Sometimes I pack lunch for Evan too. I even cut his sandwiches into little hearts.”
“Wh—why are you telling me this?”
“They’ll never believe you,” he says with a wink. Turning away and leaving a dumbfounded, mouth-gaping resident standing there.
He laughs.
How dare he call him a sap.
