✧ — THE PITT FINDING OUT YOU’RE DATING (except it’s actually only like three people)
characters : frank langdon, trinity santos, michael robinavitch, dana evans
warnings : reader is mentioned to be smaller than langdon. reader has hair long enough for a claw clip. mention of a code blue. gambling (betting pool on reader and frank’s relationship). constant switching of names between frank/langdon. purposeful lowercase.
notes : no abby au ! at some point i started researching the university of pittsburgh’s medical school admission process (for the plot i guess??) ngl this is so lazy. i was super motivated in the first half and then just wanted to get it done by the end </3 (meaning it’s kind of a stupid ending but whatever). maybe will do a part two if anyone cares enough
7:00AM–Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center
7:00 and your workday was already a disaster. you, a senior resident at the pitt, had spent the night at your boyfriend, frank langdon’s, house. you overslept, nearly missing your final alarm before he pulled you out of bed by your ankles at 6:20am. to make things worse, your car decided it would be a wonderful time to stall. instead of waiting patiently, frank just hauled you into his car and drove you both to work.
it was your first time being driven to work by your boyfriend and while it should have been sweet and romantic, all it did was stress you out. your outfit consisted of your black scrubs with one of langdon’s sweaters–one from the university of pittsburgh. “pitt” in bold black letters laid across your chest with “school of medicine” in slightly smaller letters beneath. it was innocuous enough. if anyone asked about it, you could get away with saying you sized up.
frank seemed to notice your discomfort, his hand resting against your thigh as he drove.
“it’s fine. no one’s going to see us,” he reassured you, his tone annoyingly nonchalant.
as much as you wanted to feel reassured by that statement, the people of the pitt had an annoying habit of sticking their noses where it didn’t belong. in both the patient’s and staff’s lives.
especially in the staff’s lives…
a heavy sigh left your lips, staring out the window as he parked the car, scanning the parking lot to see if anyone was nearby. once you had decided it was clear, you pulled your claw clip from your tote bag, carefully collecting your hair into it. you had been an er doctor long enough to know not to wear one while in the car.
frank looked at you with a smug grin on his face.
“don’t.” you warned, a scowl tugging on your lips. “do not start.”
“i’m not starting anything,” he casually said, leaning against his seat. if that expression on his face was anything to go by–he was lying out of his ass.
“...i’m going to work.” you huffed, quickly crawling out of his car and hastily making your way inside.
frank just smiled, giving you a moment to get inside before following after you.
11:00AM–Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center
the morning had been incredibly busy. between the arrival of “the living dead” and a handful of patients with cuts, burns, and the victims from late night bar fights, you were running around the er for hours. with langdon…
unbeknownst to you, several doctors and nurses had been eyeing you and langdon all day. almost anytime dr. robby was called in for a second-opinion or to have a plan of action run by him, he would find you and langdon together.
the nurse station had gotten a little chatty at certain points in the day. princess and perlah had their suspicions for months, but your closeness today only spurred them on. even dana got in on the conversation.
at one point, you were looking over a patient’s chart when langdon came up beside you, a little too close to be considered professional.
robby and dana happened to be standing nearby and gave each other a look, not even needing to speak to understand what was going through their heads.
eventually, as rumors usually did in the pitt, everyone was well-aware of just how friendly the two of you were.
you were finally able to take a seat in the break room, a small lunchable on the table that you were picking from. normally, you would have a nutritionally acceptable lunch, but waking up in a house that wasn't yours and already running late made you work with what you had. and what you had was an extra lunchable that nurse dana had helped stocked the fridge with (mostly for the med students, but who was actually paying attention?).
mid-bite of your pathetic stack of stale
crackers and processed ham and cheese, dr. santos sat down beside you, squinting incredulously as if she knew something.
there was a moment of silence between her staring and your chewing where you waited to see if she would say anything. with a hard swallow, you looked at her, brows furrowed.
you finally opened your mouth to speak, but she swiftly interrupted you.
“how close are you and langdon?”
the question caught your off-guard, your face shifting into a confused expression.
“well we met in college so…pretty close.”
santos pulled back, her gaze slowly drifting over you, notably lingering on your bare ring finger.
“is there something you need? any other questions?”
the question seemed to catch santos off-guard. she blinked, looking anywhere but you for a moment, shrugging her shoulders as she stuffed her hands into her scrub pockets.
“no. no, no more questions.”
your jaw tightened, watching her intently as she played footsies with herself, almost waiting for you to suddenly elaborate.
a sudden code blue over the intercom called her out of her head and cut your break short. with a sigh, you tossed the plastic remnants of your lunchable and got to work.
5:00PM–Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center
the day had been long and grueling. you were only two hours from finishing your twelve hour shift, but god were you tired.
you stood in front of the large board with all the patients listed, hands on your hips as your eyes slowly drifted across the names. the board was relatively empty, which only made you more anxious. that always meant the night was going to get worse.
almost as if sending your anxiety, langdon appeared beside you. he seemed so calm, so in his element.
“so…inflammation or vomiting?” he asked with a grin.
“whoever is first, langdon. i don’t cherry pick my cases.”
his brow shot up, hands raising in surrender. “woah, woah. i do not cherry pick my cases. i just…need a stimulating case.”
“you are such a shit liar.” you huffed, looking at the board once again.
“i’ll buy you dinner if you take the vomiting case.” he teased, nudging you with his elbow.
“you would buy me dinner regardless.”
“that i would.” he happily sighed. he paused, before leaning against the nurse’s station, staring at you for a moment. “speaking of…do you want chinese or mexican tonight?”
“oh my god, i would kill for some chinese takeout…”
“mine. i’m not having a repeat of this morning,” you mumbled under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.
he let out a sharp breath, clearly a laugh he cut short.
“see you tonight then,” he shrugged, “enjoy your vomit patient.”
“wait—i didn’t agree to that!” but by the time you got the words out, he was already halfway down the hall to whichever case he had decided to pick up.
you just sighed, double-checking the room information for your vomiting patient.
you made your way to the patient, blissfully unaware of dr. robby and nurse dana standing on just the opposite side of the nursing station, having heard everything.
7:00PM–Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center
the end of your shift came quicker than expected. you managed to finish up your cases just in time for your shift to end. halfway through opening your locker, you heard someone lean against the other lockers, the sheets of metal clanking as someone’s weight pressed against it.
you turned, expecting to see langdon, and froze as dr. robby was directly in front of you.
“are you and dr. langdon…seeing each other?” he asked, his words slowly but purposeful.
“seeing each other…as in with our eyes? because yes, i would hope we are—“
“you know exactly what i mean.”
you were quiet, awkwardly fighting the smile that kept trying to sneak its way onto your lips.
“it’s my job to know everything that goes on in this er. anything that might impact how we operate.”
“it sounds more like you’re just being nosy.”
dr. robby smiled lightly at your words, “that’s part of it.”
you took a breath, taking a moment to think of just how much to reveal to him.
“we’ve been…seeing each other for a decent amount of time.”
“how long…?” he pushed, raising his eyebrow at you.
“shit,” he sighed, sounding a little defeated.
“why? is that bad?” you quickly asked, almost sounding a little worried.
“no. it just means collins won the bet.”
you paused, blinking for a moment.
“you know better than anybody else here that we bet on anything.” he replied flatly, his nose scrunching slightly. he knew all too well that you also chose to partake in many of these bets.
“right…” you sighed, awkwardly opening your locker. you paused for a moment, looking over at dr. robby. “this…doesn’t change anything about work, right?”
“as long as it doesn’t impact my er or your professional lives, no. it shouldn’t be a problem.”
a sigh of relief left you at his words. drama between doctors wasn’t usually an issue within the pitt, but big news was always scary.
“right well, i should get going…”
dr. robby just smiled, bidding you goodnight before making his way back to the nurse’s station, no doubt going to inform nurse dana of his investigative findings.
once you got to the parking lot, frank was waiting for you, twirling his keys between his fingers.
“hey,” he smiled, wrapping his arm around you as you two walked to his car.
“robby knows we’re dating,” you quickly spilled.
frank just looked at you for a moment, before shrugging. “secret had to get out at some point.”
“pfft. why would i care that everyone in the pitt knows i’m dating someone hot?”
you rolled your eyes at him, puffing your cheeks for a moment as you tried to think of what else to say.
“damn. is there a single bet that woman doesn’t win?”
you smiled at his words, looking up at him. “you reaaally don’t care?”
he looked down at you, his brow still raised. “no, i don’t. now get in the car or i’m making you pay for your own dinner.”
“yeah, well, you love me.”
that comment made you pause for a moment, hand lingering over the passenger side door handle.
you let out a dramatic sigh, but the smile on your lips did nothing to hide your affection towards him.