Hospital Love
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Most people grew out of their plushie phase when they hit middle or high school, but that never really happened for Dennis, which was how he ended up twenty-seven years old and still sleeping with his childhood stuffed animal.
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Dennis has a beloved childhood stuffed bunny that he sleeps with every night. Robby accidentally finds it. It goes a lot better than Dennis expected.
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“Come here, kid.” One of Robby’s hands catches Dennis’s and lands against his sternum, trapping his arm against his chest, while the other stays in his hair, fingers winding into damp curls. Dennis’s attention is everywhere and panicked. He catches a flash of Perlah readying the needle and a desperate sound punches out of him.
“Nope, don’t look at that,” Robby says, using the hand in his hair to force his head back, angling his vision away from the commotion and up towards him. Dennis’s eyes lock onto his, pupils blown wide. “Look at me. Yep, good. I’m right here. You’re doing so good, honey. Just keep those eyes on me.”
The IV tourniquet snaps into place and panic flashes anew in Dennis’s face. ”Robby—”
“I know. It’s just Dana and Perlah. We’re just pushing some fluids, no more drugs. You’re safe.” Out of the corner of his eye, Robby can see Perlah speeding through what has to be the fastest IV placement of her career, Dana keeping her grip on Dennis’s hand to stop him from jerking away. Dana shoots him a glance of warning and Robby tightens his hold. “Okay, quick poke now. Still just us. Deep breath, Dennis. I've got you."
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Dennis gets drugged by a patient and has a bad trip.
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Dennis was just musing on whether he had enough money for a cab or if he had to walk an hour through Pittsburgh at night, when a warm, heavy hand landed on his shoulder.
“You good kid?”
Whitaker immediately tensed, recognizing the voice from hours before, and from when they first met in one of the emergency rooms of the ER.
The resident spun on his heels, facing the orthopedic surgeon with his usual nervous smile.“Doctor Park...!” The dark eyes that looked at him so pointedly whenever they met were somehow tamer. A softer shade. “It’s– I’m fine, I just missed my roommate going home.”
He softly dismissed the other’s weirdly concerning expression with a shake of his head, and he felt a loss when that hand slid from his shoulder back to its owner’s side. Doctor Park watched him intently before speaking again, like Whitaker was one of the cut-off limbs he came down to examine.
“Don’t be shy,” His voice was low, and weirdly teasing. “If you need a ride, my car’s right there.”
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Or, the night when The Shark offers a ride home to local mouse boy, and it ends up being something else entirely, that neither of them expected.
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- Part 1 of The Kind Of Love (I've Been Dreaming Of)
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He grabs Robby’s pants, thrown over the bench from the night before and shakes them - hearing the telltale jingle of his keys.
Just as he pulls out the first thing his hand makes contact with, he freezes. Oh, those are definitely not the keys. Dennis isn’t sure what sound comes out of his mouth, he’s not sure he’s even breathing at this point, but it’s enough for the sheets to begin rustling.
“Dennis?” Robby calls, voice sleepwarm and completely unaware. “Baby, come back to—”
Or, in lieu of looking for his keys, Dennis finds something else.
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Dennis washed up and headed toward the room, pulling up the chart one more time on his tablet as he walked. Stable. No new changes since he last checked. Just waiting. Still not looking hopeful. He knocked lightly before entering. He stepped inside and pulled the curtain partially closed behind him, giving the family privacy. The overhead lights were dimmer now. The steady hum of the ventilator filled the quiet.
He turned and froze, a stuttered breath leaving his mouth as he choked on his greeting.
A gun.Or, Post-Sabbatical, Dennis is held hostage by a patient’s grieving family member.