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Judy opened a cabinet and grabbed some supplies to restock, mostly tongue depressors and cotton swabs. Her next patient would be arriving in ten minutes and over-preparing was something she still couldn’t shake.
A light knock on the door caught her attention and she turned to see Don standing awkwardly in the doorway. He ducked down a bit when he saw her noticing him and he looked ready to turn around.
“Did you need something?” She asked before he could escape.
He didn’t answer at first, sniffing and rubbing his nose to try to settle his nerves, “Uh, do you got a minute? Actually, you know what? You look really busy, I could always come back later.” He gained and lost his nerve all in the same sentence, gesturing behind himself as he took a step back.
Judy crossed her arms and leaned against the counter she was prepping, “I have time. What do you need?”
He fidgeted a bit longer before deflating, “It’s stupid. It sounds really stupid and I don’t know how to ask about this, but I’m just going to go for it. Okay. I’m Don West, I can do this. What’s a little probable rejection?”
Judy raised a brow and watched him continue to fight his inner battle. A minute passed and he still didn’t spit it out, causing her to squint at him, “Are you trying to ask me out or something?”
“No!” He shook his head profusely and raised his hands as if to defend himself, “You’re gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but waaay too young for me, yeesh. Sorry, no.”
“Is it someone I know then?” She pressed now that she had him talking.
“N-Well...Yes. Yeah,” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “Please don’t judge, but uh. So, you’re with Robin, right? And things are going good, and you both also have Scarecrow, right? How’s that going? How open is that whole...thing?”
“Things are going well...” Judy began, uncrossing her arms as she fought down a wry smile, “Scarecrow is still a little jumpy around people, understandably. We haven’t really made our relationship exclusive, but I think you would be better off just asking him yourself.”
“Great! Whoohoo!” Don clapped his hands and shook his fist before pausing, “Wait, how do I know what’s a yes and what’s a no?”
“Well, a ‘no’ would probably look like him shooting you, so, good luck!” She replied, walking over to pat him on the back and usher him out of the room as her patient arrived.
“That was a joke! You’re just joking, right, Judy? Judy?”
All she did was smirk before welcoming the other person and shutting the door on him.