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Dr. Alex Danvers is in the 16th hour of her ER shift when she is suddenly pulled away from the floor and is escorted to another area of the hospital.
Her entourage is composed of only herself and 4 police officers. Surely, she isn't in any trouble right? Has she missed any traffic tickets? She is sure that she's ahead in paying for all of her bills. Is it an overdue library book? They stop outside the door on the far end of the hospital's Med-Surg ward. The brunette is still at a loss as to what she is currently doing here instead of attending to some patients in the Emergency Room.
"Dr. Danvers, thank you for your patience," the tall dark officer finally addresses her. "We apologize for the slight secrecy. It's protocol."
"You're just doing your job, Officer uh," the doctor quickly glances at the man's right chest. "Officer Olsen. But to do mine right, you'll have to tell me why exactly is it that I'm needed here."
The cop smiles gently at Alex. "Of course, doctor. Two EMTs will brief you, once inside. We have a patient that needs your assistance on the other end."
Officer Olsen opens the door and gestures for the doctor to go inside. Alex raises an eyebrow but follows the unspoken order. True enough, two EMTs immediately walk up to her to brief her about the patient.
A few moments later and the case just keeps getting mysterious to the brunette. The EMTs report a laceration on the patient's right arm. Usually, this would just be simply taken care of in the ER, but the patient was transported via an ambulance. There must be something more to this.
She walks further into the room where a privacy curtain is drawn around the bed. She could hear quiet murmurs coming from the other side. A man and a woman. Alex decides to announce her presence by a quick clearing of the throat.
"It's the doctor," the male voice whispers, but clearly loud enough for the brunette to hear. "Say something!"
"Uhh, come in?" the female voice says in an unsure fashion that gets a smile out of Alex.
The brunette draws the privacy curtain aside and indeed there are two people behind it, a dark-haired man, and a blonde woman laying on a gurney who is smiling too brightly for someone who has a bleeding arm.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Danvers. I understand that you hurt your arm, miss?"
"She unfortunately did, doctor," the man deadpans. "I will be out of your way but I do have one simple request, if I may?"
"Hmm, go right ahead," Alex answers.
"Doctor, for the sake of my own life," the dark-haired guy pleads, "Please make sure it doesn't scar? Cat's going to kill me."
"Uhh-"
"She's going to tear me apart-"
"Sir, I will do my best-"
"-Limb from limb."
"Winn, stop," the blonde patient who is still smiling tries to intervene but sadly is of no help.
"She'll burn me and scatter my ashes on top of the building."
Alex raises both eyebrows as the man continues to dramatically announce ways that he might be killed while walking away from the room.
"Ah, allow me to offer my apologies, Dr. Danvers," the patient begins. "For my friend and for all of uh, this. I'm so sorry."
"Oh, nothing to apologize for," the doctor assures the blonde as she walks over to the other side to get a better look at the wound. "And call me Alex. I'm sure you're not much younger than I am. And both my parents are Dr. Danvers, It confuses me sometimes."
Pride swells at the brunette's chest as she gets a full belly laugh out of her patient, her very beautiful patient with perfectly curled blonde hair, warm clear blue eyes, lithely built, in fitted dark jeans and a comfortable gray sweater. She looked straight out of a magazine, and for some reason, still smiling at her brightly.
"Okay, Alex," the blonde agrees. "I'm Kara, by the way. Forgive the absence of my manners. Beautiful doctors tend to distract me."
"Oh, is that so?" the brunette fights off the blush she knows is already on her cheeks by focusing on unwrapping the bandage on her patient's right arm. "You must get distracted quite often then."
The blonde guffaws. "No. Just the ones with short brunette hair and lovely hazel eyes."
Alex does not dare look at the blonde in hopes of avoiding getting distracted and blushing even further. "Noted," Alex mumbles as she finally has her first glimpse of the laceration. "I'll send out a mass email to my doctors and attach some applications."
The pretty patient actually snorts this time. "Unless they're named Alex, they wouldn't qualify."
The brunette ignores the last quip and gets to work. The laceration is a clean one, thankfully, it will be an easy job. Alex looks up to ask a question and immediately stops at the sight of Kara staring intently at her with bright blue eyes and a lopsided smile.
"Uhm," the doctor stutters. "May I ask how this happened?"
The blonde slightly shakes her head out of a daze. "Oh! Um, you see," the patient runs a hand through her hair. "We were playing with swords."
"Swords?" the doctor repeats. Now, that one, she had not heard before.
"Well, we had fake ones and real ones," the blonde explains. "I asked Winn, my friend from earlier, to uh- practice with me and we really didn't know that we happened to have the real ones. So, long story short, we were stupid and I got cut by a very real and very sharp sword." Kara ended the spiel with a smile.
"So, you just happen to have these swords laying around at your place?" the doctor asks curiously.
"Not my place, of course," Kara clarifies. "But we do have them." The blonde goes back to staring at the doctor keenly with a smirk playing on her lips.
Alex diverts her attention on finishing up the bandage on the blonde's arm. After a few moments, she finally looks up. "And, you're all done," the doctor declares. She notices Kara's eyes locked onto her chin? Her teeth? Her lips?
With concern evident in her voice, the brunette questions, "Are you in any pain, Kara?"
"Not at all," the blonde sighs. "Just a little sting. Nothing I can't handle."
"Are you sure? I can give you something for the pain if you'd like," the brunette offers.
"I'm sure, Alex," the patient nods firmly.
"Alright. Here are the care instructions," the doctor hands Kara a few pieces of paper. "And some good news in regards to your friend's life, it won't scar." Alex sends a small smirk before disposing of all her used equipment and trash.
Kara lets out another adorable laugh, one that will stay with Alex for the rest of the week, surely. "I'm sure you just saved his life. But I won't tell him until we get to the car. He might grovel at your feet if I do it now."
The blonde starts sliding out of the bed, texting with the phone on her hand. Alex sorts out the minimal paperwork she has for the patient. They both stand up and head for the door.
"Thank you very much for your help, Alex," the blonde speaks sincerely. "I once again would like to apologize for the intrusion. Sorry, and thanks for being so patient, even if I'm actually the patient."
Both women share a nice laugh. Kara starts to look around the room, seemingly in search of something.
"Uhm, do you happen to have a pen and paper?"
Alex pats her scrubs down. She doesn't have anything on her except for her ID. She searches the side pockets of her pants and finds a receipt from a coffee shop from this morning. Luckily, pens are in abundance at the hospital. She offers both to an eager Kara.
The blonde makes use of a desk by the door as the doctor hears voices from the other side. They sound ready to transport their patient back to her place.
Kara stands upright once more and nervously bumps her knuckles together. Her eyes hold trepidation and uncertainty. She takes a deep breath offers the brunette a blinding smile.
"Since you just saved my life and that of my friend's," Kara toes the flooring with her shoe. "I'd like to say thank you."
"Oh, you already did," Alex frowns. "Many times, in fact. And it's my job."
"Yes, I understand that," the blonde steps closer to the doctor. "But I'd still like to express my gratitude."
Winn picks the perfect moment to barge in through the door. "Kara, we have to leave! Cat is being herself and you know how much we don't want that, so chop chop!"
The dark-haired man turns to Alex, "Dr. Danvers you are amazing and I love you and I feel like I already owe you my life so, thank you. Anything you need? You give me a call, alright? Okay! Kara, come on!"
Winn grabs onto his friend's uninjured arm and starts guiding her out, but not until Kara could get a grab onto one of the lapels of Alex's lime-green scrubs and drops a note into her left chest pocket.
"See you later, Doctor!" the blonde exclaims before being completely hauled away by her friend.
Alex stands still in the doorway, unable to move, in shock and dumbfounded about what she just experienced for the past several minutes.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" A loud, fascinated, pissed off Dr. Lane approaches Alex in a hurry.
"YOU MET KARA ZOR-EL!"
"Uhh, you know her?"
"DO I KNOW HER? EVERYBODY KNOWS HER, ALEX!"
"I don't get it," the taller doctor frowns.
"Wait," the shorter woman calms herself for a moment and analyzes her friend's baffled expression. "You really don't know."
The brunette shrugs and shakes her head.
"Your patient earlier-"
"Yes. Kara."
"-is a very famous actress. She's known all over the world and everyone loves her because of a superhero series. Have you really not heard of Supergirl?"
"Oh. Supergirl."
"DAMMIT ALEX! YOU MET SUPERGIRL AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS!"
"I had too many things to handle and did not have time to indulge in movies, Lucy."
Lucy lets out an indignant growl at Alex's nonchalance.
"Oh, she left me a note." The taller doctor pulls out the forgotten receipt from her pocket. Lucy lunges for it but the taller brunette is quick. She lifts the note over her head, where the shorter woman can't reach it.
"Not fair, Danvers!" Lucy tries to make a jump for it but fails miserably. Alex smirks.
"Fine," Dr. Lane gives up, a miffed expression stuck on her face. "I'll let you read it in peace. You better text me ALL ABOUT IT! I'm not kidding, Alex. I'll call your mom if you don't!"
"Okay, okay," the brunette agrees. The shorter woman runs off into the opposite direction and sends the other doctor a wave before turning into a corner and out of view. A chill runs down the back of her neck at the thought of having her mom set her up with another potential date.
Alex opens the note and immediately blushes. She can hardly wait.
'An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but would a coffee date on Saturday make her stay? Pretty please with cherries on top? Call me. xxx-xxx-xxxx Kara'