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Dana dropped a folder onto the desk in front of Jack with a sigh. He was still in the process of taking off his coat. She followed soon after the file, resting her head in her hands and rubbing her palms deep over her eyes. Slowly Jack raised his eyes to look at her. "Good Morning, Dr Abbot. Did you sleep well, Dr. Abbot? How's your leg doing today, Dr. Abbot?-" Jack mocked out the conversation, watching Dana rub a hand over her tired eyes. "What happened to you?"
"Dr. Robby is losing his mind. He's been on a war path." She sighed. "Did you do something to him?" She accused, peeking at him from under her brow.
"No...?" Jack furrowed his eyebrows with a huffed smile. "Do I need to?" She gave him a side-eyed glance and shook her head.
Somewhere around a corner, Jack heard the shuffling noise of someone accidentally kicking a lab cart. And then Robby's voice biting back a curse. He came around the corner to the main desk, looking disheveled and thrown off. He seemed to be trying to shake off having stubbed his toe. Robby joined the two of them with a sigh.
"What's got your panties in a twist, Robby?" Jack gave Robby a warm, joking smile. He rubbed a hand across Robby's back, who flinched away from the touch. He got a glower in return. "Alright alright, don't shoot-" Jack held his hands up in mock defense.
"You talk some sense into him-" Dana pointed from Jack to Robby. "And you, get talked sense into before you bite another R2's head off."
"She wasn't following the care plan for-" Robby tried to rebuttal Dana but she just closed her fingers to a point in front of his lips.
"Don't care. Didn't ask. Don't do it again." She glared Robby down and he stepped back on his heels. Dana turned, following one of her nurses as she passed by with a clipboard.
Jack turned to face Robby with a raised eyebrow. "You gonna tell me what this is all about?" Jack slid down the counter to be elbow to elbow with Robby. "I can make you tell me-" He winked. Robby knocked his elbow into Jack's with a roll of his eyes.
"Take a look for yourself." Robby slid the folder Dana left from his side over to Jack. Jack opened the folder, thumbing through the Med student files. It was prep information for the Emergency Department getting another round of students the next morning. The finalized files for Robby to look through as the Resident Attending. Nothing stood out as strange to Jack. He just hummed and slid the folder back.
"Jack." Robby opened the file and slid the folder in front of Jack's view again.
His eyes scanned the page. Whitaker, Dennis. He got glowing notes from his last rotation and past teachers. Did well in his classes and seems to make people like him easy from what the recommendations say. Jack shrugged.
"Seems like he'll be fine." Jack turned the folder and slid it back. "You worried about him being a bad fit?"
"Jack."
"What?"
"Jack." Robby tapped his finger on the name again. Whitaker. "Dennis?" Robby whispered with a raised brow. Like it was a clue as to why he was acting insane.
"Okay? And?"
"Dennis. That is the name of the med student I've been-" Robby lowered his voice, his eyes watching as Perlah took some papers off the nearby scanner and walked off to one of the other stations. "The one I've been seeing." Robby raised his eyebrows.
Jack looked at him with a moment of consideration before he shook his head with a laugh. "Brother, there's a million Dennis' in the world. Hell, thousands in Pittsburgh alone. The odds that this is your boy are barely anything." Jack looked over the file. "And if it was, would that be so bad? Huh?" Jack shrugged. "Maybe your old ass will chill out a bit knowing you've got a boy to impress around here. And if it is, I can finally meet the boy who's got you coming into shifts late, covered in hickies and limping slightly-" He winked with a grin.
"I can't with you right now." Robby scoffed.
"Take a deep breath, yeah?" Jack moved, guiding Robby with a hand between his shoulders over to the door to the roof access staircase. He opened the door and ushered Robby through. Jack leaned back against the door as it closed. "Hey."
Robby took a slow deep breath.
"Hey." Jack took Robby by the shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the hem of his hood where it hung lose on his shoulder. "It'll be fine. Yeah?" Jack ducked to try and meet Robby's dodging gaze. "If it's him, you go to HR. Immediately, Mike."
Robby didn't meet his eyes, just nodded silently.
"Good, good." Jack soothed his hand down over Robby's shoulder, down his arm. He could feel the tension in his shoulders. "It's a prior relationship. You didn't know he would get dropped here on his rotation." Jack pulled Robby to stand closer to him, his other hand copying his motions over Robby's other shoulder. He pressed his thumbs deep into the tense shoulder muscles. "It'll be fine. Just tell them if it's him okay, don't keep things secret."
"God, he's just a kid." Robby's head dropped onto Jack's shoulder.
"Mike, he's an adult. You said yourself." Jack hummed, in the soft tone that would make Robby melt. He could hear the chaos of the Pitt behind them, voices echoing around and fading into the cacophony. "Don't be impulsive. Take it easy. Don't fuck up your relationship because you're scared."
"It's not a relationship, Jack." Robby sighed. "It shouldn't be."
"Great. That's even easier. You know how many of the people out there have had sex? Hell Mike, we told HR about us and we're fine. Just be honest and everything will be fine." Jack leaned his head against Robby's. Robby's head shot up, him giving Jack a confused look.
"We didn't tell HR."
"Right. No. We didn't." Jack clarified with a light slap to Robby's shoulder. "I did. And it was fine." He spoke clearly and confidently. Something about his tone easing Robby, who just nodded slowly.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Jack raised his eyebrows. Robby nodded. "Good." Jack pulled him into a hug, feeling Robby bring his hands to his waist for just a second before they dropped limp to his side. "Now-" Jack pushed Robby back with a soft and teasing grin. "Stop ruining your resident's lives. Before they go off the deep end, yeah? Langdon's been on edge enough, apparently." Jack backed them both away from the door. "Shen says day shift's all been jumpy lately." Jack mumbled.
Robby followed him out the door like something between a baby duckling and a kicked puppy, pouting eyes ducked down as he breathed steadily for the first time in hours. The end of the shift feeling less like a burning fuse waiting to blow. Instead it felt like knowing he'd be cut loose from a heavy anchor. Jack lead them back to the center console, Robby slipping easily back into his desk. He reached over, grabbing the folder off the counter and tucking it into a file holder behind his monitor.
"Dr. Robby-" Frank's voice carried from down the hall. Robby caught Jack's eyes as he wheeled his chair to peer down the hall.
"Work's never done." Jack laughed.
"Need a second opinion down here-" Frank popped out of an examination room, his eyes finding Robby's quick. He nodded sharply with eyebrows raised, trying to silently tell Robby it was of some scale of urgency. Robby groaned lowly, standing from the chair and kicking it back to his desk.
Time came for Robby to leave work and go home and Jack had to all but force him out the door. He sighed, standing beside his car with one hand on the roof half bracing himself and one hand holding his phone. Robby stared blankly at his texts with Dennis. With a small smile he shook his head, typing out a message.
Michael: You busy?
The typing bubble showed up almost instantly.
Dennis: not currently lol :)
Michael: Be there in 15.
Dennis had a chill from not letting his shower warm up properly, a fan cooling the already cold water that still clung to his skin around the towel on his hips. He hopped awkwardly, shuffling a sock onto his foot. On his bed, his texts with Michael stared up at him. Dennis waited excitedly for Michael to say he was here. Just as Dennis pulled his hoodie over his head, Michael text the single word.
He was quick to slip a pair of Trinity's knock off slides on, grabbing his keys and shuffling out the door. Each step down the stairs, Dennis felt his excitement growing.
Slipping into Michael's car didn't make him nervous anymore. "Hi." Dennis smiled.
"Hey." Michael didnt look at him but half smiled. "How are you?"
"Good. Good." Dennis ran his thumb over the other hands nails, idly keeping himself physically busy. "Tired but good."
"Excited?"
"Definitely-" Dennis didn't mean the sultry tone his voice took on but he was excited. Hed been bored and horny and alone in the apartment with two fingers inside himself when Michael texted. It was perfect happenstance.
"Good." Michael nodded, his eyes glued to the road in front of them. If something was off with him, Dennis didn't think they had the kind of relationship to ask him about it. Figured he probably just needed some sort of outlet.
The walk up to Michael's apartment was the same song and dance it had been every other time. Dennis following him from the parkade through a door, up some stairs, another door, more stairs and then into Michael's place. Michael yawned, toeing his boots off and dropping his keys into a bowl by the door. Dennis slipped his slides off and Michael turned quickly, pulling Dennis to his chest.
Michael kissed him, slow and easy with his hands on Dennis' waist. Dennis kissed back, letting Michael run his tongue against Dennis' own. He pulled back to kiss Dennis' neck, a hand pushing the hood of his sweater out of the way.
Dennis chuckled softly, stepping out of Michael's hands and taking the hoodie off quickly. His keys jangling in his pocket as he tossed it onto Michael's couch. Turning to face Michael, Dennis expected him to kiss him again. Instead, Michael lowered himself to his knees at Dennis' feet. He pulled the sweats from Dennis' hips and down to his ankles, taking his boxers down with them.
Michael's fingers felt warm against his dick, sliding between Dennis' legs to collect the slick wetness and bring it back to his clit. Michael tugged softly, jerking him between his fingers before leaning in to lick over Dennis' clit. Dennis shivered with a soft needing moan. There was something incredibly hot about watching Michael sucking him while on his knees. Like Dennis had a real dick for him to suck.
Michael leaned back on his legs with a satisfied smile. "Get these off." Michael tugged on Dennis' sweats. "Come on." Dennis stepped out of one leg, Michael taking the chance to rub his fingers against Dennis' dick again. He moaned softly, balancing on Michael's shoulder as he stepped out of the other leg.
"You know the way." Michael grinned. "Get going, baby." Michael stood slowly, bracing himself on the couch for a second as he rose from his knees.
Dennis turned to the door as he walked into the bedroom, watching Michael follow him as he worked his shirt over his head. Dennis stared at the scrub top as it dropped to the floor, then at Michael's undershirt that he took off quickly after. "On your knees." Michael instructed when he caught Dennis watching. Dennis listened without thinking, he dropped to his knees and let his hands reach out for Michael's hips as he approached. One hand tangled through Dennis' hair, the other held his jaw gently. Michael guided his cock to Dennis' lips.
"Good boy." Michael praised softly as Dennis took him into his mouth. Dennis hummed, sinking as far down as he could. His eyes drift shut as he felt Michael run his hands through Dennis' hair.
"You like that, baby?" Michael sighed, tugging Dennis closer. Forcing more of his dick into his mouth. Dennis' gag reflex made him sputter for a second before he focused on breathing shallowly through his nose. "Good job, Good boy." Dennis sighed, letting his tongue explore as much of Michael's cock as it could with him so deep in his mouth. Michael groaned lowly in his chest. Dennis' eyes fluttered, his mind happily drifting to the feeling of fingers in his hair and on his cheek and a pleasant weight filling his mouth.
He was shaken from his drifting by Michael's hips easing off, Dennis breathing cold air in as much as he could before fingers closed soft around his throat. Michael lifted, gently guiding Dennis by the hand on his neck. "On the bed." Michael hummed, all but tossing Dennis back over the bed as he tried to steady on his feet. Dennis stumbled back, catching himself and laying propped on his elbows. He watched Michael climb over him with a hunger in his eyes. His hand felt massive as he spread Dennis' legs. He kept eye contact, leaning down to drag his tongue flat over Dennis' cunt. Michael hummed with a smirk.
"You're so wet." Dennis nodded. "Just for me?" Michael asked, dragging his thumb over Dennis' clit slowly, just barely teasing the pressure. Dennis rolled his hips in response, whining with need.
"Yes. I missed you-" Dennis whined before catching himself. "You- your cock." He added. "Missed your cock."
Michael chuckled softly, digging his teeth into Dennis's inner thigh. Dennis gasped. "I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting then, huh?" Michael said, sliding his middle finger into Dennis. Dennis writhed when he crooked his finger, inching just around where it felt best as he teased. "Since you miss my cock so much. Tell me, baby. Tell daddy how much you miss his cock."
"I need it, please." Dennis cried, dropping from his elbows to lay flat on the bed. "Please, God." Dennis had still tried not to take His name in vain, an old hardlearned habit, but couldn't help himself. He didn't even realize he had done it for a minute and by the time he did, he had realized he didn'treally care. Now was not the time for minor religious guilt breakdowns, Dennis considered.
Michael licked across his clit again. A second finger sliding inside along with the first. Dennis moaned when he pressed against his walls, teasing across his g-spot with the pads of both fingers before scissoring them apart inside him. Spreading him open.
The combined feelings had Dennis riding the edge of orgasm already, Michael licking and sucking and humming around his clit like it was a paid job of his. Dennis reached blindly, his head thrown back off the side of the bed in pleasure, and tangled his fingers through Michael's short hair.
Dennis was gasping out needing moans, all but crying on Michael's tongue. Micheal hummed a laugh, sucking hard at Dennis. His hands were holding Dennis' legs open, even as he leaned back to slowly draw his fingers from inside Dennis. "So wet, huh? Needed me that badly? What, were you touching yourself when I text you?"
"Maybe..." Dennis whined. Michael's hands dug hard into the flesh of his thighs, one easing off sooner. Then a harsh smack came down on his clit.
"What was that? Were you?"
"Yes." Dennis sighed.
"Good boy." Michael slipped a finger back into Dennis, curling it slowly. "Keeping yourself wet and ready for me." Dennis tried to hold his head up enough to watch Michael, noting the movement passed where he was focused on pleasing Dennis. Michael was grinding his hips into the edge of the mattress. Dennis sighed a low curse, letting his head drop again. Everything layering on top of everything else and the knowledge that eating him out turned Michael on enough he needed to seek relief while doing so, had Dennis thrown into an orgasm he hadnt even felt coming. He arched down onto Michael's fingers, Michael chuckling softly. "There we go baby, come for me. Cum for me and I'll give you want you want." Dennis could barely hear the grin in his voice over the ringing in his ears.
Slowly his mind came back to him, Dennis realizing Michael had moved to kneel between his legs. With ease and a tight hold on Dennis' hips he pulled the boy up into his lap. Dennis gasped. "You want my cock baby?" Michael asked, rubbing his thumb slowly over Dennis' sensitive clit. Barely touching but enough to keep Dennis turned on and not over stimulated. Enough that he felt his floating mind drift slightly further away from him. If there was any tension remaining in Dennis' body, he couldn't feel it anymore. He nodded. Michael sighed with a soft smile. "Okay. Okay, good."
The first press of Michael inside him felt more anything than it had before. An easy slide to feeling so pleasantly full. Michael started shallowly rocking his hips, his hand sliding down Dennis' chest and wrapping softly around his throat. "You look so pretty like this. You know that?" Dennis didnt respond, didn't know if he could even find the words in his mind. Everything felt perfectly out of arms reach except the feeling of Michael's warm cock sliding slowly in and out of him.
"Legs up, baby." Michael put on ankle over his shoulder and Dennis moved his other leg to match, feeling Michael drive deeper with a low groan. "God you're so tight. Always nice and tight for me." Dennis moaned, his head lolling to the side. It was only then that he realized he closed his eyes.
He kept gasping out little noises, even when Michael's hand eased off. The hand slid down his chest, squeezing at the little flesh remaining on Dennis' chest after surgery. Michael's rhythm faltered, for just a second, and he sighed. "Got me close already, fuck-" He eased Dennis' legs back to rest on the bed. "Flip." The one word an easy command, Dennis felt himself obeying before it even registered in his distant mind. "Good boy."
Dennis popped himself up on his knees but Michael tsked behind him. A large hand on his lower back pushed down and Dennis dropped flat to the bed. "There we go. Look at how well you listen. Just need a good hand on you." A kiss was pressed to his shoulder. Followed immediately by teeth, sharp and stinging and, if Dennis' prayers were answered, leaving a bruise in it's wake.
Michael's hips lining up with his, his dick slowly sliding in again, pressed Dennis even harder into the soft mattress. He hummed as Michael started a slow pace again. His knees were pressed tight to Dennis' sides, digging in for leverage when Michael shifted. Dennis gasped, feeling a sharp fuzzy of pleasure race through him. Michael caught on. He reached over Dennis, digging his fingers into the boy's hair and pulling his head back.
"Needed this, didn't you?" Michael teased. Dennis tried to nod, struggled, and decided just to whine his affirmation instead.
"Missed my dick that bad, baby? Needed Daddy to fill you up?" Michael hardly got the words out before groaning low. He let go of Dennis' hair and fell over him, laying his bodyweight down on Dennis' back. His thrusts turned harsh and fast. "Tell me you need it."
"I need it." Dennis said, not even thinking.
"What do you need?" Michael was digging deeper into Dennis, suddenly hammering perfectly against his g-spot. Dennis jolted with every hard thrust.
"Need your- Oh, fuck. Your- Your cock." Dennis hummed, gasping at a surprisingly rough thrust. Michael eassed his pace, turning gentle. "Need you, M- Michael."
Something about the way Dennis said his name turned Michael ravenous. He was at Dennis' neck, biting a path to his ear before sucking the lobe softly. "Where do you want me to cum?"
"Inside." Dennis hardly said the word before Michael shook, pushing hard into him. "Please."
"As you wish, baby." Michael hummed in his ear, getting a few more thrusts before letting out a low grunt and biting down on Dennis' shoulder again. He let out a moan into the skin between his teeth.
Michael pulled out and was gentle in rolling Dennis back over onto his back. "That feel good?" Dennis nodded through his dazed mind.
"Good. Cause I'm not done with you yet." Michael straddled his thighs and took Dennis' jaw in his hand. He leaned over and kissed him slowly, teasing his tongue across Dennis' bottom lip. When Dennis sighed softly, he licked deep into him. Michael's tongue sliding deliciously over his own, Dennis tried to push up into him. Michael resisted the force, holding him down.
He was still kissing Dennis when he shoved a knee between Dennis' legs, Michael spreading his thighs to settle between them again. Dennis could barely feel him moving before he felt the gentle brush of Michael's cock against his own. Dennis gasped into Michael's kiss, his back arching up off the bed.
"God, you just need me, don't you." Michael hummed, sliding his half hard cock against Dennis' wet folds. "I'm not gonna last long, baby-"
"Thats okay-" Dennis sighed, happily.
"Yeah?" Michael was stroking himself against Dennis' cunt. Dennis looked down his body, watching their kicks together. "Slut like you is just happy to have a cock inside him, aren't you? Huh, baby?" Michael's free hand took his chin again, smacking his cheek lightly when Dennis didn't nod. "You gotta answer if you want me to breed you again, baby."
Dennis hummed as he nodded. "Please-"
"There we go. Good boy." Michael's dick had gotten hard enough again for him to slide easily into Dennis. "Just what you wanted, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes it is-" Dennis let his hand fall down to Michael's thigh. Michael chuckled softly, taking both of Dennis' wrists and holding them on the bed by his own knees.
"Stay." Michael ordered, giving Dennis' hands a soft squeeze to que what he meant. Dennis nodded. "Good. You listen so well to me." Dennis watched something cross Michael's face after he said it, before brushing it away and giving Dennis a fond smirk.
He leaned down and kissed him, thrusting slowly. "I'm really not gonna last long baby. I need to come inside you again."
"Please." It was the only thought in Dennis' mind. Echoing like a prayer. Please. Please. Please. Everything Michael said his mind followed with the gentle begging. It took a second for Dennis to realize he hadnt stopped saying the word out loud, just quietly pleading as Michael raised his hips over his lap.
The new angle pressed Michael's dick perfectly against Dennis' g-spot. It made Dennis stop his pleads and gasp closer to a scream. He tried to push himself more into Michael's lap, to chase that repeated shock of pleasure as it teetering on pain and overstimulation.
"Baby if you keep doing that I'm definitely going to come-" Michael moved his hands to Dennis' hipbones, using them for leverage to bring Dennis down on his lap in time with his hard movement. "You feel so damn good."
"You feel good-" Dennis' words came out in a slurred hum. "Want you to come."
"Of course you do, baby." Michael's voice lowered, nearly a growl as he suppressed a deep moan. "You're such a good slut for me, baby."
"Mhm" Dennis' eyes met Michael's, he was watching Dennis' face and how it changed and his brows furrowed with every press against him inside. It was the sweetest perfect mix between pleasure and pain, a gentle sting that felt so intensely good. "Please-"
"God, you're so perfect." Michael crumbled, collapsing down over Dennis as his thrusting became frantic, losing his rhythm. "So fucking good I can't believe you sometimes." He groaned in Dennis' ear. "Fucking. Perfect." His hips stuttered and Dennis felt him bite hard on his throat. Sucking harshly at Dennis' skin as Michael rode out his orgasm. The sharpness of the feeling overwhelming Dennis' senses, making his hazy mind white over completely.
Dennis went slack, not even realizing he had come again until Michael lifted off him. Feeling him pull out and move off the bed. His mind was still drifting, hardly aware of the light coming in from the hall and the sound of the sink running. He then felt something under his shoulders, lifting him slightly.
Next thing Dennis felt was himself stretching across the bed, noting that he had gotten cold. He also noted a pillow under his head, soft and comfortable. He turned his nose to press into it and breathed in the smell of Michael that clung to the pillowcase. The bed next to him dipped and he felt warmer. A blanket was laid gently over him. "There you go-" Michael's gentle tone cut through the haze.
Dennis hummed softly. "Tired?" Michael sounded close, shifting around on the bed until Dennis felt a finger gently brushing his hair from his forehead. "Adorable." A kiss followed the touch, pressed to the middle of Dennis' forehead.
Dennis opened his eyes for a second, just enough to see the shape of Michael in the dark. He lifted his head and Michael slide an arm under him. Then around his waist, pulling the blanket over and making sure Dennis was warm and tucked in. "You sleep, I'll wake you in a bit. Okay?" Dennis nodded, tucking his head into Michael's shoulder. His shirt was soft under his cheek, Dennis realizing he must have gotten up and dressed in the time Dennis had been drifting. He pet Dennis' hair slowly, tucking him into the crook of his neck. Dennis sighed happily, letting the sleep that'd been hovering over him fall.
"Den? Dennis?-" Michael's voice and touch were gentle across Dennis' skin. "I should take you home, baby." Dennis shivered, having rolled away from Michael's warmth in his sleep. He reached his arm out to the noise, wrapping an arm around Michael's waist and pulling himself to his side.
"You're warm." Dennis mumbled.
"You should sleep in your own bed." Michael kissed his head with a hum.
"You're not there though." Dennis sighed, pressing his face hard into Michael's chest. He breathed deep, a warm woody smell filling his nose.
Michael chuckled, wrapping an arm awkwardly around Dennis and tangling his fingers in his hair. He ruffled the short curls. "I know but I need to sleep, you need to sleep, and you really shouldn't sleep more here. Your roommate will get worried, won't they?"
"Trinity won't care." Dennis shook his head. "But I guess."
"Your clothes are on the dresser." Michael slipped out from around Dennis. Dennis stretched his arms above his head, finally opening his eyes. Michael stepped out of the bedroom and down the hall.
Just as he said, Michael had folded Dennis' clothes and laid them neatly on the dresser. Dennis shuffled his boxers and sweats on, and slipped his sweater over his head. His apartment keys were left sitting beside the folded clothes. He grabbed them and shoved them into his pocket.
When Dennis joined Michael in the living room, Michael handed him a glass of cold water. "Drink something for me, yeah?" Michael smiled. "I'd feel bad if I let you leave dehydrated after all that." Dennis smiled at him and accepted the glass. The cold felt comforting against his palms.
Dennis didn't know Michael wore glasses. He told him as such after the first refreshing sip of water.
"I don't much. I was reading some emails while you slept, I guess I forgot I had them on." Michael shrugged, reaching to take them off.
"Don't" Dennis stopped him. "I like them. It's kinda sexy." He laughed. Michael smiled before letting his hand fall to Dennis' shoulder.
"Okay, kid." He sighed. "Let's get you home, yeah?"
Dennis tried to close the apartment door quietly behind him as he got home. Trinity should be home from work by now and the last thing he wanted to do was wake her up if she had just gotten to sleep.
So naturally, he had left his school bag by the door and in his sneaking, Dennis jabbed his toe into a bag of textbooks as he turned into the apartment. He swore loudly before catching himself. Though the laughter from the living room told him that Trinity wasn't sleeping like he had expected.
"I did the same damn thing when I got home." She shook her head, not looking away from the TV as he entered her peripheral vision. "Don't leave your bag there again, please?"
"I won't, I don't even remember putting it there." He sat on to opposite side of the couch from her.
"Still in your slut era?" She sipped from the mug she was holding, side eyeing Dennis over the rim.
"What?" Dennis looked across the couch at her, feeling his cheeks flush red. Trinity laughed.
"You've got a giant ass hickey on your neck, Fuckleberry." She chuckled to herself, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Anyways there was mail for you in the box. Its a letter from the university." Something in her face dropped, Dennis tilted his head trying to read her sudden change. "You're still good for tuition right?" She didn't look at him as she asked. "Cause my dad said he could help if-"
Dennis' eyes dropped wide open and he shook his head hard. "No, no, I'm good. I'm paying it, it's good." He spoke fast. "It's probably my next rotation placement. They have to send formal lettings for anyone who may not have a computer off campus." Dennis had never moved so quickly in his life, gathering the letter off the counter and coming back to Trinity's side. She laid her legs over his lap as he tore the side of the envelope. Dennis could feel her shoulders trying to not be so tensed.
He flipped the letter open where Trinity could read it too. Just as he suspected, the letterhead was just the formality letter for his ER rotation starting soon. The teaching hospital listed as well as contact information for the administrative staff and the attendings he would be learning under.
"See?" Dennis let her look the letter over. "Me and you at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. I start in a few days." He kept his town calm and comforting. Trinity dropped her head to his shoulder.
"You scared the fuck out of me, Huck." She sighed. "I'm sorry for assuming but-"
"It's okay. I would to if I had met me in an abandoned hospital wing." Dennis laughed solemnly. He leaned his head against hers, feeling her relax. "But I'm paying the tuition, don't worry. Soon enough I'll be good to pay rent too."
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Huck. Unless this guy you're seeing turns out to be loaded-" She hummed. "Maybe he can sugar daddy you and I can finally get a new TV."
"He is a Doctor." Dennis played into her joke. "I dunno, he was a little off today. Seemed like he's working through something right now."
"Awe no. So I don't get to meet him?" She jokingly pouted.
"No way." Dennis shoved her softly before leaning back into her space. "Besides I'm gonna be busy again now that I've got my placement. I probably won't see him for a bit."
"No, you just get to be shacked up at work with me and Dr. Robby and all my other favourite insane people." Trinity smiled.
"Dr. Robby?"
"Yeah, Dr. Robinavitch, but everyone calls him Robby. He's chill sometimes." Trinity reached to the side table for her mug of chamomile tea. "Unfortunately I fear you'll get along. He's also fucking weird." She tried to hide her joking smirk under her mug but Dennis wasn't having it. She only got away with it because Dennis' phone buzzed in his pocket.
Michael: We can't do this anymore.
Michael: I'm sorry, Dennis.