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“You know, I thought I had an eating disorder in high school, and so I did a lot of research on the subject. I didn’t— No, I just— My sister and I were really picky eaters growing up, you know?”
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20 Apr 2026
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Mel King was a creature of habit.
There was a specific sort of choreography to her life beyond the chaos of the Emergency Department. A carefully controlled routine, a color-coded calendar, a rigid set of rituals that kept her grounded enough to keep showing up day after day, to keep on doing the work that was required of her to save lives.
Everything was going fine for Mel. Her personal life was predictable, unexciting, and perfectly fulfilling, thank you very much.
Enter Frank Langdon, agent of chaos.
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16 Apr 2026
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“What do you think about the severe rash case? Think you want in on it or can I take it?”
Frank turns to face her, which makes her look at him. His eyebrow is raised, an expression of focus on his face. “I think I want you to take a break.”
Mel laughs, glances away before making eye contact again. “That’s a funny joke.”
“No, I'm serious. Mel, go take fifteen,” he says with a firm tone.
“But I don’t need a break.”
Frank places a gentle, yet strong, hand on her shoulder. Mel glances down at it, a bit too stunned to speak; her brain trips over itself. Frank rarely touches her like this. It should be overstimulating — and if it were anyone else, it very well might’ve been — but instead the weight of his hand on her shoulder grounds her. Becomes an anchor.
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16 Apr 2026
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"Mel likes to think that she’s got her head on straight.
She’s been planning commutes and balancing budgets and organizing home aides since she was twenty. If Mel wants something, she makes it happen. Or convinces herself that she doesn’t need it. But there’s one thing, one golden exception to her system, that Mel can’t help dreaming about.
She wants a washing machine."
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Mel spends her Wednesdays trapped in a laundromat because her building doesn't have a machine. Frank decides laundry is more of a team sport
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16 Apr 2026
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"Well, what's your poison, then?" Frank asks, angling his head in her direction.
"What?" Mel asks, mouth dry. All she can focus on right now is the line of Frank's jaw and the tendon in his neck—
"Y'know…" Frank waves his hand around in the air uselessly, "a weird sex thing you're into."
Or, Mel and Frank tell each other what they like in bed, as friends do. Somehow they end up trying those things out on each other.
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06 Apr 2026