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Some days Derek wonders why he chose to become a doctor. Given the fact that he absolutely despises people you would think that he’d want to avoid them at all costs but instead he goes into a career where his job is literally to interact with people. In fact Laura finds a huge amount of amusement in the whole situation. The first time that he’d informed his family of what he’d wanted to study she’d burst out laughing and wouldn’t stop for a solid 20 minutes. His mom had been more encouraging, informing him again that he should spend more time with other people and that didn’t mean just the pack.
Derek had never got along with other people though, they were so loud and had to fill every moment with noise. He would rather sit with Uncle Peter watching his mom trying to teach the pups while Laura laughed at their sad attempts.
But instead of just finding a nice job where he could avoid people all together he had decided he wanted to help people and become a doctor. He knew why he’s chosen to become a doctor, after Kate nearly killed his whole pack Derek had almost lost himself in guilt and self-loathing. It took him many years after the incident to finally forgive himself and to realize that he wasn’t really to blame. He still felt the need to do something that wasn’t destructive, to do something that would heal and not kill. So he became a doctor and it was a mistake that today he was regretting more than ever.
He’d been given the early shift which probably should have clued Derek into the fact that it was going to be a bad day. Four cups of coffee later and the most he would normally have to do was keep a check on the overnight patients and sit around in peace on the off chance that there was an emergency. But today the world hated him so he’d been stuck with a total of no less than seven intoxicated humans, one of which decided that it would be a great idea to throw up all over him.
Despite the clean clothes he’d managed to get hold of, the smell of vomit still clung to him and he wished that he didn’t have a heightened sense of smell. But now he was stuck with a rancid smell, a raging headache and still another two hours until he got off of his shift and managed to shower.
It was fair to say that Derek was in a terrible mood so when a body suddenly ran into him full force he could barely stop the growl that tried to escape. He looked down at the human and he knew that his face was making the expression that Cora loved to mock.
Derek could hear the boy’s heartbeat sky rocket as he got a good look at who he’d ran into. His apologies were rushed and panicked and before Derek could even speak he had rushed off down the hallway barely managing to avoid running into a nurse heading in the opposite direction.
Derek stood shocked and unsure how to react, on minute the guy had been there and the next he was gone. He felt like he’d just witnessed a natural disaster and now had no idea what to do or what to feel. He couldn’t stop thinking about him for the rest of his shift. He wanted to look into the boys eyes and have his attention only on him. For god’s sake, he didn’t even know who this human was or why he craved him so much. All he knew was that he had never met someone who fascinated him like he did.
Laura sensed something was wrong the second he walked into the house. He shouldn’t be surprised, she always has been nosy, if something was happening with a member of the pack chances were she knew all about it.
“What happened?” She asked, eyeing him curiously.
Derek wasn’t in the mood to be questioned today, not when he barely knew what was happening himself so he brushed past his sister, ignoring her as she continued to bug him for information. Instead he headed for a much needed shower.
That night as he lay in bed he thought back to the boy and promised himself that somehow he would find out who he was. He told himself that he would figure out what it was about the boy that drew him to him. His dreams that night were filled with mole dotted skin and big doe eyes.
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Stiles finally found the room that his buddy Scott was in. He walked in with a huge grin and immediately started ranting about the hot doctor who he’d almost ran into on his way there. Scott listened obligingly as Stiles continued talking about his stubble, which he was pretty sure went against some hospital rule, and the delicious ass that he’d managed to sneak a quick glance at as he ran past.
Scott was used to Stiles’ constant talk and just focused on the sound of his voice, finally being able to relax in the presence if his best friend after the asthma attack that had forced him here in the first place.
As Stiles rambled on he tried not to show how panicked he’d been when he had realized that Scott had been taken to the hospital. He hated this place and hated the part of himself that constantly whispered that one day someone he cares about will come in here and never leave again.
Instead of the depressing thoughts, Stiles concentrated on the doctor that he’d nearly sent flying. He might just have to ignore his hatred of hospitals if it meant seeing doctor stubble again.