More Leyren Headcanons cause theyâre not coming back this week đ
Leyla does not mind that sheâs the one cooking most of the time while Lauren usually brings takeout. However, she did catch Lauren meekly searching up how to make popular Pakistani dishes. While she found the sentiment extremely heartwarming...
âDonât use recipes from those blogs.â
âWhat? Why? They seem good!â
âThey literally whitewashed the recipes! Hell, theyâre using measurements? Real Pakistani cooking involves putting in spices until everything tastes right!â
Admittedly, Lauren was conflicted. On one hand, she depended on the measurements to make sure it tasted right. On the other, she did work well without intricate introductions. Cooking can be like jazz, right?
So the dish did not turn out to be the best. But Leyla was more than happy to be able to share a part of her history with Lauren.
Their first huge fight had occurred a month into their relationship. Still fragile, but could not risk shattering.
It wasnât they were mad at each other. But Leyla had a a hard time driving assholes, Lauren had to deal with ignorant assholes in the ED, it was all but a messy day.
Usually, they would talk it out but the build up of bad things happening one after the other, their breaking point couldâve been just about anything.
So when Lauren came home, with no takeout, and saw no dinner on the table. She couldnât help but recall the dread she felt coming home back before she met Leyla.
And that was their tipping point.
âOh I thought you were cooking dinner-â
âI canât do everything, Lauren.â
âBut I was too exhausted to drop by and get din-â
âAnd Iâm too exhausted to cook dinner! I canât do everything around here!â
âNo! Iâve had a terrible day where one bad thing happens after the other, I canât deal with this right now!â
Laurenâs old instincts kicked in, telling her to run away.
And she did. She pretended to check her phone. âThey need me back at the hospital, understaffed.â
âNo, youâre not going to overwork yourself again. I know youâre lying.â
But Lauren had already left.
It wasnât until the morning that Lauren had come back from the hospital with dark bags under her eyes.
Leyla was on their shared bed, having awoken when sheâd heard Laurenâs footsteps.
âHey Iâm really sorry for running away...â
Leyla sighed, tugging at Laurenâs arm to coax her to lay next to her.
She was hesitant at first, unsure if she was allowed to hold her but when Leyla had buried her face into her neck, it was her cue to hold her close.
âListen, weâre both too exhausted right now. We can leave this until weâre both rested.â
And Lauren listens, holding Leyla close and letâs her steady breath lull her to sleep.
They get better at handling their fights after that. They make sure both of them are at the right mindset, then they talk it out.
We know Lauren has no self-preservation skills but I like to think that Leyla sometimes lacks in that department. (Girl saved a patientâs life even though she had no medical license yet and couldâve risked going to jail-)
So when one of her passengers attempted to pull a knife on her other passenger...well, she got caught in the middle of the cross-fire.
So now she had a knife stuck in her abdomen. Yikes-
Fortunately, the ambulance had been called due to the multiple amounts of witnesses but when Leyla realized she was going to New Amsterdamâs emergency department...well, sheâs gonna be in for a scolding once sheâs better.
The ambulance crew had rushed her in and the moment her name was called, Lauren felt her whole world freeze.
âLauren? Lauren?!â Casey was not about to let his boss get distracted by emotions. âListen, I know you two are really close but right now she is your patient.â
It takes her a moment to ignore her broken heart at the sight of her girlfriend in such a fragile state.
Soon enough, Leyla was sent to surgery.
It lasts longer than she had expected, seeing as she had finished her shift and was seated on the chair right next to Leylaâs bed.
âHey Dr. Bloom! Working overtime again?â She was greeted by one of the nurses making rounds, pausing for a moment till she realized she was still in her lab coat.
âOh uhm- not exactly?â
It takes a few seconds before the nurse realizes. âOh! Okay Iâll leave you to it!â
The nurse leaves and Lauren finds herself holding Leylaâs hand.
âOvertime again? Your reputation precedes you.â
Lauren looks up, seeing an exhausted Leyla looking at her with tired eyes.
âOh thank god youâre okay...â
Despite her initial hesitance, the anticipation, the nerves and worry, she had taken Leylaâs face in her hands to kiss her appreciatively.
That causes a chuckle out of Leyla, not expecting the sudden rise in affection.
âPDA? In your own work place? Who are you?â She teases.
âSomeone who was and still is extremely worried for you. What the hell happened?â
âEh. Asshole passenger.â
Lauren merely sighs, ignoring the stares she gets from her other colleagues who are more than surprised to see her being affectionate with someone.
And of course, she stays with Leyla the whole night despite protests.
âYou stayed with me after the chemical spill incident. Iâm not leaving you alone.â