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The music of the bar pounded in my head as I watched the bodies around me sway to the music. I cant even find the girls from work anymore. They could be right next to me. All I could think about kissing someone right now. I am an awful drunk.
“Come on Den dance!” Victoria said dragging me up.
“Hold uppp Im texting someone.” I whined sitting back down.
“Who?? You haven’t got anyone to text!” Trinity said wrapping her hands around my neck to grab my phone.
“I don’t know I’ll go on Grindr.” I sulked. Its true I was the only one who was single and it sucked. I scrolled through my contacts and only saw people I work with. Honestly depressing. A shot was placed in front of me and i downed it in one. I took Victoria’s shot as well, not sure if she was even old enough to have it. If i had to go home alone I was going home black out. Someone needs to take my phone before I do something I regret.
———————————————The Next Morning ————————————————————
Why the fuck am I on the couch? Why is the sun the brightest thing on earth? What time is it? I don’t remember coming home last night. I looked at my phone, 2pm the days gone already. I need food, I need water. I may need oxygen. I checked my phone again who the hell has texted and called me so much? My eyes adjusted to the blinding light of my phone. Fuck fuck fuck. Have I missed a shift? Why do I have loads of missed calls and 5 texts from Dr Robby. Im fired, my medical career is over. Shakily (partly from nerves and dehydration) I opened my phone and surveyed the damage. Oh my god. I actually may need to quit.
-Lobotomies pending-
Hucklebby: Guys I am quitting my job :((
BobaQueen: Why :(( dont quit we need you!!! xx
Dr Jx: What did you do
Putting the T in PITT: Okay I sent the video of you dong karaoke to the work group chat but you dont need to quit your job. You got most of the words to sweet home alabama and made a fabulous Glinda to my Elphaba
Hucklebby: what the hell are you on about???? Trin!!!
Putting the T in Pitt: oops
Mohottie: What happened?? Some of us had to work
Dr J x: Dont lie you love a night shift now xoxoxo
Mohottie: Dont know what you’re on about…
Hucklebby: I texted someone… someone I really shouldn’t have
Putting the T in Pitt: From work who??
Hucklebby: I actually have to quit its too bad. It was nice knowing you all
Putting the T in Pitt: Share with the class we won’t judge x
I took a screenshot of the awful messages and shared it with the group:-
Me: Michaaeeelllllll :))))))
Me: Come over xxx
Me: I miss you xxx
Me: I need you xx
Dr Robby: Whitaker? Have you been hacked? Abbots saying you might be the Russian’s.
Me: Get my address from my employee file come over for some fun xxx
*missed call from Dr Robby*
Dr Robby: Siri how do I say are you okay in Russian?
Dr Robby: Whitaker have you hit your head?
*missed call from Dr Robby*
*Missed facetime call from Dr Robby*
Me: I need to kiss you. Come get me on your sexy bike.
Dr Robby: Is this for me? Are you aware you’re texting Dr Robby from your job?
Me: More like Dr Hotty xx
*Missed call from Dr Robby*
Dr Robby: Whitaker you may have alcohol poisoning come to ER immediately I will meet you there.
-Lobotomies pending-
Putting the T in Pitt: Well it was nice working with you. I’ll tell them Monday you’ve gone mad and been hospitalised and can never return.
Dr J x: Oh my god…
BobaQueen: Well its nice you were open with your feelings?
Mohottie: I wondered why Jack asked me if you knew any Russian people?
Hucklebby: Honestly i might say my phone got stolen or i was abducted by aliens i cannot face him ever again.
Dr J x: Do you actually mean all that though as may be a good way to get it off your chest.
I thought for a moment. Dr Robby was good looking and definitely my type. I have maybe once or twice dreamt about being pulled into the supply closet with him and him forcing me down on my knees or wrapping my hand around his… okay lets not think about this whilst I’m on the sofa. I would have kissed him if he showed up last night no doubt about it. I meant it but i didn’t want him to know.
Hucklebby: Maybe…
Putting the T in Pitt: Gross x
Dr J x: Awwwwww
Mohottie: Awwwww
BobaQueen: Yay!
Mohottie: Text him. You can either say you were super drunk and didn’t know what you were thinking or you can be an adult and tell him the truth. Your call x
Hucklebby: But what if he doesn’t like me back then my entire working life is ruined :(
Putting the T in Pitt: Move to the night shift. Drunk text with Abbot instead
Mohottie: Get your hands off my man!
Dr J x: don’t even think about it or suggest Mateo
Hucklebby: unsure if you’ve clocked it but I like older men
Mohottie: twins x
Mohottie: omg we could go on double dates with our grumpy old men!!
Mohottie: i’m goggling good date ideas for people with bad knees xx
Hucklebby: No! I am going to move back to Nebraska and let the cows trample me. Maybe I’ll enter a rodeo and let the bull crush me.
Dr J x: dramatic much.
Putting the T in Pitt: We all know those cowboy hips can ride. Maybe tell that to Robby
Hucklebby: No!
At that point there was a knock on the door.
“Get the door!” Trinity shouted from her room. I rolled off the sofa feeling the pounding in my head. Who the hell visits us? Unless I ordered us a stripper or something last night which I really wouldn’t put past me. Hopefully a male one.
“Hey door dash.” A delivery man said holding out a bag. I took the bag and read the note attached. Found your address from your file. Hope this helps the hangover (or appeases your Russia captures) x - R
I stood frozen to my spot. Fuck right off. I hoped the ground would swallow me up. He must still be thinking about the embarrassing texts I sent him. I was secretly hoping if i just never replied things would blow over. But now he is purposefully is reminding me of them. Interesting… Inside the bag was avocados, sourdough bread, eggs, bacon, fancy looking coffee, big carton of orange juice and tylenol. That bastard. He’s sent me the perfect hangover recovery kit.
-Lobotomies Pending-
Hucklebby: sooo someone’s brought me breakfast. *sends photo of bag of food and the note*
Putting the T in Pitt: *us breakfast. I will accept those as replacement for my avocados if you make me food xxxxx
Dr J x: awwwwww he’s thinking of you!
Mohottie: fuck right off now!!!!!
BobaQueen: All good foods for a hangover. He really seems to care eek
Hucklebby: I’m gonna have to text him now aren’t I?!?! :0
Putting the T in Pitt: make breakfast and come in my room to draft it xxx
Mohottie: let us help!
Dr J x: I want to be a coauthor in this! Please can we frame this whole conversation in the staff room for the memories. My first co-authored piece x
Putting the T in Pitt: what next to my collage of Whitaker covered in mysterious liquids?
BobaQueen: I saw Dr Robby studying that the other day. He was looking at them for ages. Blocking the cutlery drawer :(
Mohottie: oooh he’s looking at pictures of you ;) Getting inspiration to think about you covered in his liquids!
Hucklebby: Ewwwww
Putting the T in Pitt: im not hearing the noise of food being prepared!
Hucklebby: Someone free me from this slavery :(
I made food without throwing up and brought it into the room to trinity before she set up a group facetime call with the other girls.
“Awww its nice to see your face for the last time.” Samira cooed. I shoved my face behind a pillow.
“I want to die.” I groaned.
“Tell him tell him tell him.” Becca said from the background of Mels Call.
“Hi Becca.” Both Trinity and I said.
“Sorry Dennis hope you don’t mind me telling Becca about your predicament.” Mel apologised.
“No its fine the more advice the better.” I mumbled. I felt so embarrassed like a school kid who peed himself in front of the class.
We spent time drafting a message apologising but not admitting how attracted I was to him I press sent and threw my phone across the room. If I hear that phone ding in the next 10 years I will have a heart attack.
Dr Whitaker:
Hi Dr Robby,
I cannot begin to apologise enough
for my messages last night. I cannot
recall sending them at all and honestly
I cannot be certain it was even me
that sent it (im thinking aliens or
Dr Santos).I appreciate it is very
unprofessional to send those
messages and I would understand if
there is professional consequences.
Dr Whitaker: P.S. thank you for
lunch the Russians (Santos)
and I really enjoyed it :)
Dr Whitaker: P.S 2 pls do not tell me
you went to ER just to see if drunk me
turned up with alcohol poisoning.
My phone dinged almost instantly and as predicted so did the chest pains. Surely he has not responded almost immediately. He’s old he shouldn’t be able to type that quickly. Santos picked up my phone and screamed “He’s replied! read it read it read it!”
Dr Robby: Whitaker you do not have
to apologise. I guessed you were very
drunk (or kidnapped). Do not worry
about this affecting work at all there
will be no consequences. I am
glad you are safe and had a
good night by the sound of things.
From Dr Hotty x
Dr Robby: Reponse to PS 1- Let
me know if you both need dinner
my treat. I get cooking when
hungover is awful (could even deliver
it on my “sexy bike”)
Dr Robby: Response to PS 2- I was
already there to plan your kidnap
from the Russians no sweat.
I gasped. He was going to buy me dinner what the hell! And deliver it on his bike oh my god my knees will give way. My heart will give way. I cannot tell if this was the best or worst day of my life. Thankfully i have never been at work early enough to see Dr Robby turn up on his bike but I have seen it a lot in my dreams. Is it bad I hope he turns up shirtless… Dream Robby always does. The things I would do for that to happen.
Dr Whitaker: haha no need to buy
me dinner! I will brave the store.
Thank you though :)
Dr Robby: Nooo my treat. I’ll drop
something off (and for Santos to
keep her sweet). Keep
an ear out for the sexy bike later x
Oh my god my oh god oh my god. I need to shower and get dressed into something a bit nicer IMMEDIATELY. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed myself head to toe so there was no trace of last night on me. I threw on my best pair of joggers and a jumper and doused myself in cologne. I ran into Trinitys room.
“Please make my hair look as good as you usually do it.” I begged trinity.
“Only because I am more desperate than you for you to get some action.” She sighed pulling out her hair products and diffuser. “I dare you to kiss him.” she laughed as she began to do my hair. “I will also vacate to Garcias if you need the apartment to yourself. Already have her on standby.”
“Shut upppp. He’s just being nice as he thinks I’m hungover and dying of embarrassment which I am!” I genuinely do not know how I will face him. My heart was beating already at the thought of hearing that bike rev.
“Hope he brings good food. I could kill for a pizza or a burger or something. If not don’t kiss him. Punish him until he comes back with something better. We will only accept hot people if they come bearing good food.” She said with an evil laugh. I tried to lean back and enjoy the feeling of Trinity doing my hair which was one of my favourite feelings. But even this could not calm my nerves. Maybe I can send her down to collect the food.
“Don’t be nervous though.” She said stroking the back of my head as my eyes shut. “I do genuinely think he was flirting with you. I mean he sent a kiss on the bag of food, a kiss on those messages. He’s quoting the drunk texts you sent him. I think if he was a boring straight man he would either ignore you or just accept your apology and never say anything else about. Plus sending and bringing you food come onnnn. So gay!”
“I know I know thats why I’m so nervous. You know I’m so new to all of this and Robby is like double my age and probably experienced in this sort of stuff. Now I’m being thrown into the deep end due to stupid drunk me.” I rambled feeling how tight my chest was getting.
“I know but even if Dr Robby is a big gay slut-“ I shot her a look of horror. “As in has a lot of experience! You don’t have to do anything you do not want or feel ready to do. If he genuinely likes you he’ll understand.” I turned to face her as she adjusted the front of my hair.
“I’m not used to you being nice.” I smiled. She stuck her tongue out at me.
“You made me lunch and have been a great source of entertainment for me today its the least I could do.” She replied. “Now go get your man and me some more food!”
i paced the apartment looking outside every time I heard the slightest rev of an engine. Suddenly I heard the rev of a motorbike. I looked outside to see Dr Robby riding down my road. If this does go anywhere first thing I’m doing is making that man wear a helmet. After one final check in the mirror and a “Good luck!” from Trinity I raced down the stairs of the apartment. He was pulling up as I walked out of the building.
“No bad area.” He said as he swung his legs off his bike.
“Yeah its nice. It was Trinitys place I just moved in after my last place kinda… fell through.” I said nervously.
“Not far from the hospital or mine. Was only like a 10 minute drive. Foods definitely still warm.” He said passing me a bag. Dennis do not focus on the fact he commented how close his place was. He was just making conversation not hinting at anything a all.
“Haha thank you delivery man. Feel like I need to give you a tip or something.” I laughed as I walked across to the low wall to see what was in the bag. I opened the bag and saw various takeout boxes. I lifted the lids to see a big dish of pasta, garlic bread and cookies. Trinity will be very happy. “Where is this all from? Looks amazing. Thank you so much.” i turned to see him stood a lot closer to me now. He rubbed his neck.
“I uh I made it.” He said softly as if he was embarrassed to admit that. My jaw dropped.
“You made this. This whole thing of pasta and all of it.” I confirmed. He nodded.
“I like to cook on my day off and I always batch cook a bunch of meals. I mostly give them to Dr Abbot. You can freeze some of that pasta or use it for leftovers for lunches. Thats what I do when I remember”He explained. I looked up at him. This man who comes across as grumpy and sad is a big old softy. Im glad he had something that gives him some balance. And im glad i now have a new mental image of Robby in an apron and nothing else.
“Thank you really i don’t deserve this. I should be baking you cookies or something as an apology.” I was shocked really really shocked.
“Honestly Whitaker you do not need to worry about it.” He said placing his hand on my shoulder. “If anything it was a nice ego boost. Not often a man my age gets called sexy and hot by someone half their age. Been riding that high all day.” He laughs.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Drunk me is very truthful.” I attempted to flirt. Really need to see if there’s a youtube tutorial on this.
‘Really? Very truthful?” His voice dropped and sounded full of gravel as he stepped closer. I stepped back against the wall of the building. I think I had a fantasy like this once.
“Um yeah. Text before I think.’ I replied nervously.
“What was it you said?” He was stood flush to me right now, I could feel the heat coming from his body. “You missed me? You needed me? You wanted me to kiss you?” He was looking deep into my eyes now and all I could do is gulp unable to form words. “This all true Whitaker?” I nodded quickly, whilst this was slightly terrifying it was working quickly to turn me on.
“Good.” He added before bending down to kiss me. My arms quickly wrapped around his head pulling him closer to me as he pushed his body into mine. I have been waiting for this for so long. Robby moaned against my lips as I pushed my hips into his, his hands tightening on my waist. The kiss was sloppy and desperate as if we had both been craving this for so long. Thank you drunk me.
-lobotomies pending-
Putting the T in Pitt: *sends photo of the two kissing* stg if my food goes cold.
Dr J x: AHHHHHHHH
Mohottie: thats one way to tip the delivery guy x
BobaQueen: Yay! What food did he bring?
Putting the T in the Pitt: I would love to know too Mel but their too busy eating each others faces. Guess I’ll starve to death :(