The Resident Imagines

inbox me a character from The Resident, and any sort of prompt and I will write an imagine for you! that simple. at this point, there are no restrictions, so send in those submissions guys

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I wish someone would make a Conrad's ASMR video or something 🤤

You know what, I would kill for an ASMR video of Conrad in his natural habitat *le sigh* but I don’t know of any, maybe there’s something similar to it out there? Either way, you should hit me up if you find anything!

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Whumptober #2 Explosions

Fandom: The Resident

Whumpee: Conrad Hawkins

Word Count: 1,082

Authors Note: Uh, yikes. Enjoy.

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Hey guys, I never wanted I make a post like this but I’m at a point right this moment where my choices are limited and I could use all the help I could get.

Some background information - I’m a full time, gay, college student. Wednesday, I was fired because of my sexuality (which isn’t illegal in this state, and there’s really nothing I can do about it.) Thursday, one of my best friends had an abortion and Friday I spent a good deal of time with her in the ER because she had an infection because of the procedure. Saturday I found out that my grandfather is going in for another heart surgery. Monday I wrecked my car in an accident that the police are deeming my fault, so now I have a ticket as well as damages to pay on my car. Tuesday I received a ca from another best friend saying that her grandmother who has always been kind and sweet to me and had taken me in, had fallen and has a sever hip break and a brain bleed, neither of which will be operated on because of the state that her body and mind are in. Right now, I’m stressed out. My head had been pounding since the accident and I’m beginning to suspect that I may have a concussion because the symptoms are similar to what I have had in the past. I don’t have health insurance because I can’t afford it. And I’m going to school full time right now, and I have barely enough in my savings to get me through another week of gas.

I have a Ko-fi, and I have a system set up where anybody who tips me can receive a written drabble from me. Right now I’m job hunting and I’m doing my best to find something but with my school schedule, it’s difficult finding an employer who only wants someone two days a week. So if anybody out there is able to help a gal out, I’m more than grateful. I just can’t sleep right now because of how stressed I am and every little bit counts.

Thank you all, and if you’re interested, my Ko-fi is linked here. If you would like to commission a fic from me, visit my blog @imagine-tay-tion I have my pricing structure on there. Once again, thank you all so much and if you can, please share this post. And share love, because he supportbi have received from my friends recently has helped me make it this far, but I’ve been crying nonstop for days, and i can’t imagine more support would hurt.

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Thank you all so much, and much love to you all.

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Thank you all so much for all your help, advice, and love. The support is just straight up whelming and I can’t thank you all more than enough. To add to this post, I definitely have a concussion, and I fell while cooking yesterday and caught myself with a stove. 🙃

To those of you who went out of your way to help me out, please let me know if there is anything I can do to repay you in a non-money way. I write sometimes and I’d love to truly show you all how appreciative I am.

This has been a frustrating and painful week but I am so appreciative of you. I’m job hunting like crazy, and I’m not gonna stop until I get something. I appreciate the help to help me get by!

Thank you all, and if any of you are interested in my offer just send me a message and I’ll eat back to you as soon as possible.

Love Tay

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I realized today that I have very few people to talk to about how amazing and great The Resident is, and in doing so, I decided to create a chat room for all of us to converge and scream about the show! If anyone is interested in joining the chat room, follow this link -> Discord

I’m looking forward to seeing y’all there!

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Do you still take requests?

Yes, I’m always taking requests, I’m just pretty far behind of my prompt list and it may be a while before I get to new ones. (Also, feedback recently has been kinda underwhelming which really kills the desire and motivation to write. But I will always accept prompts!

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Hello! Do you think you can write a imagine for Conrad and Bell? Not a romantic one, even though imagines usually are, but I just think that would be kind of weird for those two. 😂 Anyway, maybe Conrad and Bell butt heads on some important issue, kind of like what we saw in the most recent episode during that doctors meeting, since Conrad is such a strong willed person but he's still only a resident? Whatever you think I just think any interaction between the two always turns out interesting.

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Rage

Summary: Another anonymous Resident requested this ages ago, and I didn’t realize that it was finished until this afternoon, oops.

Do you think you can write a imagine for Conrad and Bell? Not a romantic one, even though imagines usually are, but I just think that would be kind of weird for those two. 😂  Anyway, maybe Conrad and Bell butt heads on some important issue, kind of like what we saw in the most recent episode during that doctors meeting, since Conrad is such a strong willed person but he's still only a resident? Whatever you think I just think any interaction between the two always turns out interesting.

Pairings: (Platonic - Conrad/Marshall) Conrad/Bell (not in a fun sense though)

Warnings: Child Death, and strong rage

Word Count: 944

A/N: Hey, so if y’all are still around, thats fucking awesome. I’ve been going through quite a few changes in my personal life, and it can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. I also received quite a bit of hate back in December, so I decided to scale back all of my writing (because even if the stuff said wasn’t true, that shit still hurts to hear.) But I do have two and a half imagines done, which I will be posting within the next day or so, so enjoy, and who knows, maybe I’ll eventually be able to do these properly.

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Randolph sits at his desk, scrolling through page after page of hospital administration proposals, deciding which ones are worth bringing to the board, and which are not. It’s not exactly as fulfilling as cutting someone open. To hold a beating heart in his heart. To suture tears in a body that wasn’t made to tear. To be the person that decides life, or death. No, administration paperwork was no glorious task, and the few moments that he was able to make it into an ER, especially as of recently, had not gone well.

He prays that neither Marshall or Conrad come looking for him.

Marshall, he can be as angry as he wants with the man, but he’s a brick wall. Everything Randolph says to the man that even insinuates anger bounces right back at him. (Randolph prays that one day he can witness the argument between Marshall, an immovable object, and Conrad, an unstoppable force.)

He’s mulling how that argument would end when he hears a commotion from out in his office reception area, and he can hear two different voices arguing before his door is thrown open and his airhead of a receptionist shoots him a sorry glance before Conrad shoves past her.

“How the hell did you manage to kill my patient!” Conrad yells as he marches to the front of his desk. Randolph is on his feet in seconds, and shoo’s the airhead away. He doesn’t respond until his door is closed. He places his hands gently on his desk as he leans forward, his face inches from Conrad’s.

“What are you on about now-”

“No, you don’t get to play dumb! A nine year old girl is dead because you wanted to play doctor!” Randolph suddenly pictured the face of a young girl, long dark hair and caramel skin. She had missing front teeth and her parents had brought her in for a routine appendectomy. Her resident had been Conrad, and he had been against him taking the surgery from the start.

Everything had been going great until the girl bucked on the operating table (or at least, that's what is written on the record) and Bell had sliced open an artery that had resulted in the girl bleeding out in minutes. On paper, it had been the anesthesiologist’s fault. Charges would probably be filed, but Bell would be behind the doctor one hundred percent, despite his sympathies for the girl and her family.

Bell looked to his opponent and almost felt bad for the third year. His eyes are red, and Bell can’t tell if its sweat or tears on his face. His chest is heaving, and for a moment, the tension in the room, and in Conrad is thicker than any other time he’s ever gone up against the man. His chin is taut and his jaw is clenched and Bell is actually fearful that they’re going to end up coming to fists in a moment.

The phone begins to ring between the two, but Conrad’s eye contact doesn’t waiver, so Bell doesn’t allow his to either.

“How dare you come here, and accuse me, of a mistake that could have happened to anybody?” Bell responds, as calm as he can be, knowing that nothing will piss the man in front of him off more.

“You’re right, Doctor Bell, it could have happened to anybody, but somehow it keeps happening to you.” Conrad seethes.

“I know what you’re implying, but it’s never been right before, and it's not right now. Your judgement is being clouded by-”

“Don’t you bring my judgement into this. I’m not a mass murderer!” The phone stops ringing for a beat before it begins ringing again.

“How dare you?” That was a new term. Randolph's never been called a mass murderer before. “I am a surgeon, a doctor, just like you Conrad. At least I’m reasonable enough to be able to admit that tragic mistakes happen!”

“Mistakes lead to improvement, you’re only getting worse!” Conrad rebutts.

“I am a better doctor that you ever have been, or ever will be!” Bell can feel the fury in his own body beginning to show. He’s shaking, and more so than the normal shaking he’s been dealing with, rather it’s a rage that is swallowing him whole. He clenches his desk beneath his hands as the pair come to a standstill.

The phone stops ringing, and then, after two beats, it begins ringing again. Bell takes a deep breath, trying to convince himself not to punch the younger man, before he picks up the phone. “Bell-”

“Put my son on the phone.” The voice is cold and methodic, and he doesn’t have to introduce himself for Randolph to figure out who it is.

He shoves the phone forward and hands it to Conrad, who stares at it for a moment before taking it and turning away from Randolph. Randolph takes the moment to take a breath and rub at his face.

Conrad doesn’t say anything. Randolph can just hear Marshalls voice on the other end before Conrad finally says ‘I’ll talk to you later.’ and turns back around and hangs up the phone. The whole thing happens in less than a minute and Conrad looks only slightly less pissed when he looks back Bell. “You are being reported, and you will get what’s coming to you.”

With that, the younger man leaves the room, and Bell has never before wished harm on someone like he prays that Conrad falls through a skyroof. Bell’s hands shake as he realizes that his career may truly be in jeopardy.

He needs to find a way to stop the man.

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Can you do one where Conrad is in a friends with benefits relationship with the reader and he gets jealous? Thank you very much 💕 also sorry if there are some mistakes, English is not my first language

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Jealousy

Summary: Another anonymous Resident requested this ages ago, and I didn’t realize that it was finished until this afternoon, oops. 

Can you do one where Conrad is in a friends with benefits relationship with the reader and he gets jealous? 

Pairings: (Relationships - Conradx(y/n)) (Friendships - Nic/(y/n))

Warnings: Nothing really besides some suggestive language suggesting some adult stuff. :D

Word Count: 1037

A/N: Hey, so if y’all are still around, thats fucking awesome. I’ve been going through quite a few changes in my personal life, and it can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. I also received quite a bit of hate back in December, so I decided to scale back all of my writing (because even if the stuff said wasn’t true, that shit still hurts to hear.) But I do have two and a half imagines done, which I will be posting within the next day or so, so enjoy, and who knows, maybe I’ll eventually be able to do these properly. 

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"Hey (y/n), how was that concert last night?" Conrad's voice rang throughout your small apartment, as you rolled over and back into cocoon of blankets. He was perky, and obviously had one too many of those damn energy drinks. You close your eyes, trying to ignore the headache that could have been from the drinking from the night before or the music that's still ringing in your ears.

"Ugh, god Conrad, what time is it?" You murmur, your brain begging you for more sleep.

A light chuckle fills the space, and you can't help but smile at the sound. Conrad's been your best friend for some time now, you met in med school and been pretty inseparable since. You've been spending nights relieving stress together for almost as long. After years of sleeping together though, and only ever remaining as friends, you've begun to become frustrated with him. So last night, for the first time in years, you spent the night with another man.

Or at least, you spent the concert with him. He was an ass, and you quickly ditched him once the concert was over. The large crowd easy for losing anybody in. But she realized, on the bus ride home last night, that she only had gone out with him to try and make Conrad jealous. To try and spur him to want and desire something more from yourself. "Its, uh, noon."

"Noon? Seriously?" You groaned rolling from you cacoon again to snatch your phone from your nightstand. You have to get ready. Your phone lights up as another face pops up in the user ID. "Crap, I gotta go, someone else is calling me."

"Oh is it Nic, she has a question for you." Conrad replies, still sounding chirpy.

"No, it's the guy I went to the concert with last night." You reply, irritated that the moron didn't get the message last night.

"Wait, is he a friend of yours or-" He sounds confused. Good.

"I'll talk to you later Conrad," You sat up in your bed. "Ok google, hang up!"

Conrad's response was cut off as your home automation system hung up on the call.

You don't bother answering the other guy, Thomas's call. Instead you shoot him a text telling him exactly what you thought of him before getting ready for your shift.

You arrive at the hospital, and don't run into Conrad for a couple of hours, which is odd. When you finally see him-and he sees you-he takes off in the other direction before you can even wave. Eventually you find Nic, once things in Peds has calmed down. "What the hell is Conrad's problem?"

Nic shrugs sympathetically. "I don't know, he was fine this morning, and then around noon he started acting like an ass. He's even managed to yell at Bell three times today. Which is a record."

"Oh yikes, he completely ignored me earlier." You complain, leaning against the nurses desk as Nic rounds it to join you.

"Lucky you, he's been incredibly short tempered with me today." Nic crosses her arms in front of her chest as you thought about your earlier conversation, and how upset Conrad seemed to feel about the idea of you seeing other guys. "Jessica even told him he needed to go take a walk. He was shocked enough to actually do it." Nic recounted. "Any ideas what its about?"

You purse your lips and look over to meet Nic's questioning gaze. "Yea, I think I have an idea. I'm gonna go find him."

Nic knows, she has to, based off the way her eyes widen and she opens her mouth to speak, before closing it and shrugging her shoulders.

"Thanks for the encouragement. I'll see you in a bit."

"I hope it goes well." Nic responds casually as you and her split up and head in opposite directions.

"Me too." You mutter to yourself as you begin your journey to find the mythical Conrad.

You find him, right where you had left Nic earlier, about an hour later. He doesn't see you coming until it's too late and you already have an arm around his shoulders. You feel him tense beneath your arm and you pull him close.

"Hey buddy, how's it going?"

"Fine." Not only is his response short, but so is his tone.

“Whats up, why are you mad?” You ask, tired of not just talking through any problems between the two of them.

“Listen, it’s nothing. Why don’t you go call your new boyfriend-”

“That's what this is about?” You knew exactly what this is about, but hearing him say it, hearing the jealousy, and seeing it in person made your heart race.

“Yes, (y/n), that's what this is about.” He places his clenched fists on the counter as he looks everywhere but at you, his jaw clenched. You dropped your arm from his shoulder then rested a hand on his fist. Once again, you felt him tense beneath you, so you drop your head against his shoulder.

“Why don’t you and I go talk?” It's silent for a moment, before he looks down at your smiling face. His face switches from anger to confusion.

“What?”

“Conrad, you’re the one I want to be with. The only one I want to be with. If you’ll let me.”

He pulls you into a nearby, empty patients room so quickly that your heads spinning. He slams your back up against the wall before he cups your face and plants a strong kiss against your lips and your knees are weak as he lets his hands begin to linger downwards. He’s panting as he pulls away and your hearts hammering in your chest as your own chest heaves. “Hey (y/n), would you like to go on a date with me, tonight?”

You lean in and steal another kiss before you pull away, dragging his hands down to your hips and pulling yourself against his chest. “Does that mean what I-”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, stealing another kiss as his hands began to caress your back and hips.

You answer with another kiss, as the two of you thrust yourself into the throes of passion.

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I’m not sure if you’re taking requests, but could you write a story for the resident, where Conrad has either a panic attack or flashback in front of his co-workers?

Hi! It’s really funny that you wrote because I recently decided I was tired of being on hiatus, so…I’ve decided that I really liked your prompt, and wrote you a quick drabble! 

It’s below the cut, enjoy!

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Of Bikes and Sweet Potato Slices

Finally finished and posted the rest of my whump prompt challenge fic from February. But no one is less surprised than me that it took this long. Anyways, I encourage you all, if you enjoy whump and/or The Resident to go take read and let me know what y’all think. Special thanks to all the help  received on this, mostly from @fyeahvulnerablemen and @the-wandering-whumper I would be lost without you both. Thank you.

Title - Of Bikes and Sweet Potato Slices

Fandom - The Resident

Characters - Conrad Hawkins, Nic Nevin, Devon Pravesh, its really an ensemble cast.

Whump - Yes

Working links - Ao3, FFn, Wattpad 

Summary - Sometimes a bad morning is just a warning of things to come.

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Haha, just a friendly reminder that I write long fanfics sometimes as well.

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Devon / Conrad - Conrad never gets sick...until he does.

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Sick Days

Summary: Another Anonymous Resident sent this prompt in ages ago, so if you’re out there, thanks for waiting around for so long!

Devon / Conrad - Conrad never gets sick...until he does.

Pairing: (Relationships - Conrad/Devon) (Friendships - DevonxNic, ConradxNic, DevonxIrving, DevonxMina)

Warnings: Sickness and worry, some grown-up language

Word Count: 1672

A/N: Hey! Guess who’s back. Its me. So this one has been almost finished for a long time, and I think this has been one that I’ve been excited about (given my whump background) so this one was fun until it wasn’t. Also, Devon/Conrad has been a ship that I’ve been excited for from the beginning!! That being said, I hope y’all enjoy it! 

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Hey Conrad, the woman in-” The first year resident stopped talking as Conrad seemingly ignored him. Devon was lucky he had found him at all. It was only with a very vague breadcrumb trail of nurses did he find his boyfriend sitting on a gurney in an obscure corner of the emergency department. Conrad was sitting with his back against the wall, his right leg crossed under his left leg. His left, hung over the side of the bed. His head sitting against the back of the wall as well.

He made no acknowledgment of Devon's words, so Devon walked further down the darkened hall. “Hey Conrad, you OK?”

Conrad still doesn’t make any move or noise to suggest he was hearing Devon, so Devon walks up to the man, frustrated with Conrad's antics. Only as he’s standing right in front of the man, does he realize that maybe there’s more to it than the older doctor being a dick.

His skin is practically translucent, making the black circles under his eyes protrude from his face that much more. His chest is rising and falling raggedly, and Devon can hear the rattle in his chest with every inhale and exhale. His nose is red from irritation, and with all his years of training, Devon can safely make the diagnosis.

Conrad’s sick.

He reaches out and places a hand on Conrad's shoulder, a dangerous move without the proper precautions to the action, and is relatively surprised at the lethargic response.

He doesn’t speak, instead Conrad groans as he blinks his eyes open wearily, the whites of his eyes bloodshot. He doesn’t look at Devon, instead he focuses his eyes blearily on the wall ahead of him. “Conrad?”

“Huh?” Conrad asks, pulling a tissue out of seemingly nowhere and wiping at his nose. He takes a halted breath, which ends with him coughing as he brings a hand to his face to hold his head as he coughs.

“You feeling OK?”Devon asks. Admittedly, it sounded ridiculously stupid. So stupid, in fact, that Conrad rolls his head on the wall to look at the resident and scowl.

“What’s it look like?” Conrad asks, his voice scratchy and hardly existent as he clearly makes an attempt to rouse himself further. Pulling his head off the wall, and leaning further forward, pulling his back off the wall as well as he drops his right leg to hang beside the other. He uses his hands to prop his upper body straight as he leans forward, clearing his throat. He stays like that for a moment, a long moment, before he slides from the bed and to his feet.

He keeps a firm grip on the bed as he bows his head, his other hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “Are you sure you should be-”

“Lets worry about whats important, I’m fine.” He makes an effort to take a few steps forwards before his knees seem to give out on him. Devon smirks, expecting the action and being right behind him to offer a hand. He places his hand under Conrad’s shoulder, preventing the man from falling further.

Conrad even allows the hand to stay there for a few moments, before he shrugs it off when he’s seemingly better. He takes another few stumbling strides down the hallway before once again his knees crumble under him except this time there's no bed to catch him.

Devon's able to just grab Conrad's upper arm before his knees hit the ground. Devon helps guide him to sit up against the wall. The ailing doctor begins coughing heavily, hardly able to catch a breath as Devon reaches for his wrist, attempting to take a pulse.

Conrad pulls his arm away weakly as he continues coughing, shaking his head in protest. “Damn it Conrad-”

“I’m-” Devon continues to be unimpressed and straight up exasperated with Conrad's stubbornness and inability to allow anyone to help him, ever. His words are interrupted with another wet, painful cough, as he doubles over, clutching at his chest.

“You're not fine, clearly.” Devon turns to the entrance if the hallway and waits a moment before turning back to Conrad. “I'm going to get some help, and you're going to stay here because it's unlikely you'll be able to move anyways.” Devon blames his tone on Conrad’s stubbornness.

The man in question doesn't respond, again, and Devon let's his hand linger for a moment before, “I'll be right back, alright babe?”

Conrad nods vaguely this time, as his coughing subsides for a moment.

Devon runs back into the main hallway and runs towards the nurses station, “Hey, Conrad's collapsed and I think he's pretty sick, can you help me get him down to the ER?” He tries to not show his blatant concern for the man he spends most nights with, but he can hear the way his voice wavers and his hands shake with a slight tremor, which he squelches by clenching his fists.

It's always different when it's personal.

The nurses nod, and the first follows him back to Conrad while the other goes to find a gurney or wheelchair. “Bring some oxygen too!” He calls after the taller man before heading back towards Conrad.

When they end up back in the sub-hallway, Devon feels his heart plummet. Conrad's lying down along the wall, slumped against the ground where Devon had just left him.

“Conrad!” Devon doesn't mean to yell, and later on he would say he was just trying to gauge Conrad's consciousness. But he's scared. “Conrad?” Devon asks once more as he collapses to his knees besides his fallen boyfriend.

“Babe?” He says much quieter, as he and the nurse pull Conrad away from the wall and allow him to roll flat onto his back, his chest rising and falling jaggedly. Devon's trying to figure out what's plaguing him as the nurse takes his vitals. Devon is barely listening to her as he tries to rouse Conrad once more, resting a light hand on his pale cheeks before letting it slide to his chest.

Devon's second hand is gripping Conrad's lax one tightly in his grip. Devon knows that the nurse is shooting him glances as she's doing what she needs to do but Devon is way past giving any sort of care. After what seems like to long, the second nurse arrives with tools.

As soon as the gurney's beside them, Devon and the nurses help to lift Conrad onto the gurney. As soon as he's lying down, the male nurse straps an oxygen mask to Conrad's face and then the three of them rush him to a cubicle down in the emergency room.

Irving shows up almost immediately, and he pages down Nic. Both of them push Devon from the group of doctors trying to raise Conrad's stats. They tell him he's too close. He retorts with something like 'we're all too close we gonna send him to Atlanta General?’ before Mina's pulling him away. The kind gesture serves as shock to Devon's system and he follows her willingly to the break room where she forces him into an armchair, and she drops onto the couch.

She doesn't speak, which is typical of her. She does hold his hand supportively though, which was another surprise. Devon's realizes that this probably means that she's just as concerned as he is. As his friend, she's worried for him, but as a surgeon, she has no business helping him.

After a bit of waiting, Irving finds himself standing before the two residents, smiling reassuringly. “He's fine. He's dehydrated, malnourished, exhausted, and he has a nasty case of bronchitis which just all kinda combined and made for a shitty day for him. He's resting now in the ER, and Nic's with him if you want to go see him yourselves.”

Devon's on his feet and doesn't bother with any sort of pleasantries or niceties as he rushes from the room, leaving his friends behind, seeking out his boyfriend.

He finds him fairly easily, the curtains around him are closed and after a quick affirmation from a nurse, he slips in. He's not surprised to see Conrad still sleeping, a nasal cannula tucked under his nose, an IV in the crook of his elbow, and leads leading out from under his shirt, hooked to the monitor sitting above Nic. “Nic.” Devon sighs, and she smiles up at him.

"He's alright, Devon, he'll be alright." Nic soothed, standing to greet him.

She was one of the few people that knew just how close Devon and Conrad were. There was speculation between the pair that Nic knew before they had even gotten together. They had chosen to keep it secret once they had labeled themselves. It was no one's business but their own. Their closest friends knew - Mina, Nic, and Irving - but other than that? It was just speculation.

Devon nodded, "Irving told me-" Devon wiped his eyes, feeling tears begin to form. "This is so stupid, why am I crying?" He asked, primarily to his self.

"Because you just went through a pretty stressful event." She led Devon to the chair besides Conrad's bed that she had just vacated, and grabbed his hand, as he reached for Conrad with his other. "I cried a couple of times to, alright?"

"I know, I know," he wiped his eyes again and brushed at his nose as well with his wrist. "I just - he's OK now-"

"It still happened." Nic kneeled in front of him. "Conrad, he doesn't get sick often, but when he does, he goes all the way." Devon cracked a smile.

"He's done this before?"

"About a year before you got here. It was the only time I've seen him sick and oh boy it was rough for a day or so." Nic smiled up at him as well, before pulling him into a hug. "He's OK."

Devon doesn't voice it, but Nic's words soothed his frayed nerves more than he realized in that moment.

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Are you still writing/ accepting requests?

Hey Resident, 

Yes! Absolutely! I go through them slowly, and I have a running total of about 20 prompts (every one I finish, another takes its place, XD) but I’m so excited that you all like my writing enough to keep me going! I’ve written things I’ve never written before, and I almost wrote smut for the first time, so if anyone is wanting anything explicit, that's now on the table! Yay!

Anyways, thanks for writing in and I hope to hear from you soon!

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I love your writing!! When will your next prompt be out??

Hey Resident, 

So your ask definitely got me off my ass, and I wrote three whole imagines today, in one sitting, which is pretty cool/impressive in my opinion. So expect the next imagine up in the next couple of hours, and the other two within the next couple of days!

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Conrad / Nick / Jude - Purple

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[the-resident-imagines]

Purple

Summary: Another Anonymous Resident sent this prompt in ages ago, so if you’re out there, thanks for waiting around for so long!

Conrad / Nick / Jude - Purple

Pairing: (Friendships - Conrad x Jude x Nic)

Warnings: Injuries in the vague, Nic rolls her eyes a lot, soooo if that tells you anything, some grown-up language

Word Count: 1126

A/N: This prompt tripped. me. up. I asked so many people how the color purple made them feel before I finally realized that a bruise was the same color...soooo. Haha. I’m sorry.  That and then I am participating in Whumptober, so whump is on the brain. That being said, if you request a prompt, can you do me a favor and explicitly state whether you want the characters you listed in a relationship or just friends. I left this one sort of open to interpretation, but I want to do exactly what someone would want, soooo yea! Thank you all for the continued support, and I’ll see you on the next one! 

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“Hey, Nic,” Jude's voice carried through her radio speakers and into the air around her. She smiles at the smooth tones.

“Jude, hi.”

“So,” he clears his throat and then there's some shuffling before another voice starts shouting something from somewhere in the background. Nic glances at her car radio, the source of all the noise, before looking straight ahead at the road again. “Our dumbass friend was a dumbass.”

Nic rolls her eyes, as she hears a clearer objection in the background. “-absolutely not!”

“What’d he do?” Nic asked, contemplating heading in there direction, thankful that she has a well-stocked first aid kit in the back.

“It's nothi-”

“Shut up, you’ve lost all opportunity to talk,” Jude yells, into the mouthpiece, but not at her. Nic spends a moment trying to figure out what's going on with the pair, knowing that it’s probably nothing but trouble.

When Conrad stopped yelling in the background, Jude began to speak again, this time to her. “So next time you see Conrad, don’t be mad, but he could use a ride home.”

Nic nodded, figuring that was exactly where this was going.

“Where are you guys at?” She sighed, and she could hear another objection in the background.

“Would you shut your mouth? You’re not riding a bike because you destroyed yours, and I doubt you feel like running! So shut up.” Nic’s confused but realizes the number of answers she can get over the phone aren’t going to satisfy her.

“Nic, we’re still at the park. We were supposed to help clean up-” Conrad's yelling again and Nic turns down the volume, anticipating Jude’s response as she mentally calculates her route.

“Conrad, I swear to god, if you make one say one more word-”

“You know what, I’ll talk to you when I get there.” Niic doubts Jude hears her as she ends the call in the middle of his rant.

She gets there quicker than she would have if she were just meandering along. She was five over the speed limit the entire way, and it was a subconscious effort of the worry she felt in her gut. She knew, that in theory, Conrad was probably fine. Especially with Jude there, so even if something was wrong, it was unlikely that the situation wasn’t under control. Especially because she’s seen both men at work.

What she was concerned about though, was Jude was clearly not wanting Conrad doing anything but going home, which wasn’t something that she saw Conrad doing willingly. Nic realized that’s why she was being called into the picture. Because while he was stubborn, Conrad would likely listen to her.

Probably.

She pulled onto the gravel driveway and pulled into the parking lot that was still filled with at least twenty vehicles. She almost didn’t find a parking spot.

She begins walking into the clearing before she spots Jude waving her over to the large medical tent. The worry deepens, but she ignores it as she makes her way through the clearing and up to Jude. She closer she gets, she can see the bandage that’s taped to his head and the faint red trails where blood would have trailed down his cheek, and then hastily wiped away. The bandage is surrounded by a sizable bruise that is twice the size of the bandage and spans down to his temple and cheek.

He smiles crookedly at her questioning gaze and points to his head. “It’s his fault, but it looks worse than it is.”

She gives him a skeptical look, “Alright, what happened?”

Jude smirked. “Our boy thought that cutting a corner would be a good idea-”

“Isn’t that against the rules?” Nic asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“You know as well as I do that Conrad’s the reason there are rules,” Jude smirks, shrugging. Nic rolls her eyes and allows Jude to continue.

“His tire slid in the mud from underneath him, he lost control. Couldn’t brake, or go faster, but it didn’t stop him from trying. He hit a tree and ended up bouncing back onto the trail, and I hit him, and I must have hit my head against a branch. Then before you know it, there are twelve grown-ups stacked on top of one another.” Jude says it so casually, and Nic wants to balk at the thought. Twelve people is a lot of weight to be under, with who knows how many bikes thrown into the mix.

“Any severe injuries?” She asked, glancing at the wound on Jude’s head again.

He shook his head, “Nope, worst off was Conrad.” He motioned him to follow her towards the tent. He stops at the opening and points inwards, “Which is why I’m sending him home.”

Nic looks in and winces at the sight of her friend that lied before her. His shirt isn’t on, and she can see the distinct bruises of a bike, (bikes?) His eyes are shut, but he has a matching bandage on his head and the purple bruise is a sharp contrast in the yellow lighting. Hs right leg is being propped up by two pillows, his knee covered in ice packs and wrapped tightly.

“What's the damage?” She asks, speaking loud enough so that Conrad can hear her as well. He doesn’t stir so she makes the assumption that he’s asleep.

“I think he sprained his knee, it's pretty swollen and with his history, it seems likely that there is something wrong with it. He won’t go to the hospital to get it checked out though,” Jude throws up his fingers as quotations, “because he’s dealt with it before.”

Nic rolls her eyes for what feels like the umpteenth time. “Of course he has.”

“His heads hurting pretty bad, and he’s got a couple of broken ribs. So I gave him some pain meds to help, which I nearly had to shove down his throat.” Nic knows how Conrad is and isn’t surprised. “I think if he just rests until his next shift, he can get himself a pair of crutches and be fine.”

“Conrad, not running throughout the halls of Chastain? People are going to get suspicious.” Nic retorted.

“I’ll be running in two days,” Conrad calls from the tent, his words slightly slurred, presumably from the sleep.

“No, you will not be, asshole. Now go home, we don’t want you here anymore.” Jude calls as Nic goes to Conrad's cot.

“Whatever,” He opens his eyes and smirks up at Nic’s approaching form. “Hey.”

“Hey, let's get you home, so you can get some proper rest.” Nic smiles back and squeezes his hand as she prepares to help him sit up.

He groans in preparation. “Ok, maybe three days.”

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