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Somebody That I Used To Know - frank langdon x reader (The Pitt)

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warnings: 18+, mdni, medical gore, some violence, swearing, sex.

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He has another chance, and he's not going to lose her again.

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warnings: 18+, mdni, medical gore, some violence, swearing, sex.

Summary:

In which (reader) is Dr. Langdon’s ex-girlfriend. After graduating from her master's program, a year after their relationship ended, she visits Pittsburgh to search for apartments, considering moving back home. Not long into her trip, she is injured in an incident downtown and rushed to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, barely hanging on to her life.

(ch. 7) You do your best to settle in for your stay at the E.R with the help of the charge nurse, while Langdon reminisces on your shared history.

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7: 2:00 P.M

Langdon closed the door softly behind him, taking a heavy breath to steady himself before rounding the corner into the E.R’s main floor. He tried to keep himself level, to put his focus on the next task, the next patient. People needed him right now. As badly as he wanted to sit next to her hospital bed as she slept and keep his fingers on her pulse- she wouldn’t want that. She’d tell him not to focus on her, that his work was more important. Just like last time. 

He remembered it, every detail. She’d been there through all of it, anyone who’d worked The Pitt for more than a year knew y/n- she’d come to the park across from the E.R on her evening walks and grab a few drinks with the staff. They’d go home together- the cool wind off the waterfront pushing them closer and closer together. He remembered staying at y/n’s apartment, setting an alarm 30 minutes before he had to get ready for work, just so he could pull her into his arms and watch as the sun started to peek through the blinds, casting golden light across her skin. He remembered the long conversations, how long it took for her to trust him, to trust anyone. She held him arm’s length the first few months, and he’d been there through all of it. 

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Two days before they broke up, she’d received a letter from her dream grad school. She’d been accepted into the program, and it was completely paid for. He’d invited her over, and was making a celebratory dinner, grilling some salmon and pouring a little too much wine. She was on the phone, excitedly calling her parents when her voice suddenly went dry, stiff. 

She sat on the couch, sweeping her hair out of her face, white-knuckling her phone. “Dad, you can’t be serious, this is a big deal- I understand that it’s across the country.. No.. I- I don’t know when you can meet Frank. He’s very busy with work. That’s not what this is about..”

Langdon perked up after hearing his name, and he pretended not to listen, poking at the salmon on the stove, straining to hear the conversation over the sizzling. They’d been together for two years now, and he’d never met y/n’s father, even though they’d been to dinner with her mom a few times. She kept it short when talking about her dad, but it’d been clear for years that they didn’t have a great relationship. 

“My education is important to me!” She suddenly raised her voice before going quiet again. “Yes.. I understand how you feel- but that’s not all that life is about dad! Can’t you at least be happy for me? 

Oh for the love of- I’m not wasting anything!” Her voice began to crack as she bit back tears. 

Frank plated the salmon and quickly turned the stove off, coming to her side with her glass of wine. He set his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks as she kept her mouth in a tight line. Langdon could hear her father on the other line, monologing about something, on and on. y/n looked up at him and took her phone away from her ear, hanging up without another word. Langdon sat beside her on the couch, tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear, gently taking her phone out of her hand and setting it on the coffee table, beside her glass of wine.

“Wanna talk about it?” he'd asked after a few moments. 

She sighed, keeping her eyes trained straight ahead, looking out at the skyline. “He thinks I’ve been in school for too long…’thinks I’m wasting all my best years on ‘just another piece of paper.’ He said I should just get married and have kids already. I always knew he felt this way but I didn’t think he’d.. He thinks…” She grit her teeth, shame pooling in her stomach, weighing on her chest like iron. “He was glad I got my bachelor’s.. but he doesn’t understand why I’m doing anything else. As a woman.” She forced the last word out, anger, confusion, and abandonment settling into her.

Frank was quiet for a second, shock on his expression. Out of everything he’d been expecting, that wasn’t one of the scenarios. He thought of the engagement ring he’d hidden in his sock drawer, the proposal he’d been planning for weeks. Trying to swallow the lump in his throat, he spoke “Hey.. hey, look at me.” he said gently, trying to coax her closer to him. “Baby, I think you’re incredible- this is an amazing opportunity- any choices you make about getting married or your career should be because it’s what you want to do.” y/n was quiet, nodding her head- trying to will herself not to cry, when her tears suddenly overcame her. Langdon immediately cradled her in his arms, rubbing her lower back and kissing the top of her head. She buried her face in his shoulder, tears staining his shirt.

The conflict that rose in her was volatile- uncertain. The two of them had been trying to move in together, touring fashionable brownstones in historic neighborhoods- laughing about how long it would take to ‘christen’ each room. He’d sat with her while she stayed up late, searching online - always carrying a notebook with her if she noticed a “for sale” sign in a neighborhood she liked. She was so happy, choosing tile for their kitchen, a new bookcase, frames for all their photos.. then came the letter. She’d applied almost as a joke, a last hurrah for her teenage self that would’ve killed someone to attend that school. She couldn’t believe that she’d been accepted, and her life came screeching to a halt. She walked a tightrope between her dreams, hiding all the negative pregnancy tests from Frank- desperate to not prove her father right.

She wanted it more than anything, to fall into his arms each night- to have their coffee mugs sitting next to each other on the counter each morning. Dreams of domestic bliss were simultaneously a solace and haunting. She squeezed her nails into her palms when his work friends called her “Frank’s girlfriend.” It was true, she loved him more than anything, she was proud of him- she felt the same butterflies in her stomach as the day she met him. But, Jesus, would she ever be good enough? He was an E.R doctor, saving lives every single day- charismatic, attractive, funny- would she fade into the background one day- everything she’d worked for falling into his shadow? She could never tell him how afraid she was, exposing that ugly, insecure wound to the man who’d held her through everything. It wasn’t fair to him, to give him more responsibility- have another suffering person that depended on him. 

Langdon gently wiped her cheeks, placing a warm kiss on her forehead and down to her neck- tasting the salt of her tears. “There’s my girl..” he said, leaning back to see her fully. He’d never loved anyone more. He tried to hide the sadness in his eyes, the fear that- maybe she didn’t want to get married, maybe he’d messed it all up- rushed her. She always saw right through him, and God. He’d been so ready. 

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Langdon turned the corner, feeling his stomach turn, images of her just hours before flashing in his mind- her quieting pulse, how hard she fought to stay awake, the fear in her eyes before she realized it was him, the way she relaxed, melting in his hands when she saw his face. 

“Dr. Langdon” A voice startled him out of his trance. Dr. Micheal Robinavitch. Dr. Robby. 

“Yeah?” Langdon said, straightening. 

“How are you… doing?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Great. All in a day’s work.” Langdon said, trying to pass by Robby. Before he could, Robby put his arm out, blocking his path.

“Okay- Whatever you say.” Robby conceded. “Just, keep your head on your shoulders until your shift is over..”

“Got it-“ Langdon said, sidestepping past him. He didn’t know if he could take it, all these memories rushing back. He’d spent so many nights lying awake, unable to stop thinking about it- what he’d done wrong, how he could fix it. The night she’d dumped him on her porch was like looking up at the moon- so bright, so beautiful, but freezing cold, distant even as he reached out for her. He didn’t even regain his bearings before she was gone, the next day she was on a plane, clouds eclipsing his moon, the years of closeness and love.

She’d left the door unlocked for him to pick up his things from her half-empty apartment- and that’s when he saw them. The trash can in the bathroom, full of negative pregnancy tests, one after the other. She’d been that worried and hadn’t talked to him about it?? Somehow he’d never reached that part of her, the fear. Langdon shook it all out of his mind, going to check on his other patients. 

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Y/n laid back, staring up at the ceiling. She’d only been able to fall asleep for a few minutes at a time.. and was getting restless. The E.R was loud, and it didn’t help that her phone and belongings were still at the bodega. The only possession of hers that’d remained intact was her fucking underwear. They’d even cut off her bra in the ambulance to get a look at her shoulder. She tried to lean forward, and peek around the curtain that covered the glass exam door. She hadn’t seen Frank in a while.. maybe his shift was over. 

Y/n leaned back in the bed again, counting the ceiling tiles for the twentieth time, trying to clear her head. She’d spent the past year in a haze- finishing her masters half a year faster than her peers. From the minute she’d left Pittsburgh she constantly distracted herself, never leaving herself a moment to breathe.

From the second she got up to the minute she collapsed into bed, passing out with her phone in hand- she filled every waking moment with loud music, going out with friends, drinking enough caffeine to kill a horse to keep herself moving. She never slowed down, never let herself think about the past, charging forward- faster and faster. At her apartment, she’d often left the tv on- the constant buzz and chatter dampening any thoughts, any regrets.

It was fun, challenging- the experience had required her full attention, her 100% every single day. She got to learn from her idols and became independent, successful. By the end, y/n was running on fumes and starting to experience health complications, unable to focus or sit still for too long. She thought coming back to Pittsburgh, at least for a little while, would help her. Now, though- It was almost unbearable to lie here, to do nothing but think about her life, the choices she’d made. Langdon. 

She wanted a drink, a distraction- anything. She was anxiously tapping the guardrail and fidgeting with the hospital bed controls, trying to get comfortable- when there was a knock at her door. 

“Yes?” y/n called.

Dana entered, a soft smile on her face. “How ya doing kid, got any sleep yet?” 

“No…I’m okay though- just-“

“Uncomfortable?” Dana said, raising her eyebrow with knowing. “Ya look antsy.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna take a shower?”

“God yes-“

Dana chuckled at y/n’s response, walking beside her hospital bed and clicking the guardrail down. 

“You’ve been stable for long enough that we can get you cleaned up- It’ll be good for your healing process, we don’t want to risk infection. But- you’re gonna need some help, that okay with you?”

“Yeah, no problem.” y/n nodded, grateful for a distraction. 

Dana started going through a cabinet, and pulled out a roll of silicone bandage tape. “We can put this over your bandages to waterproof them, and take em off later. We’ll maneuver around it the best we can, but best not to risk getting your stitches wet, or getting something in your wound.”

“Makes sense-“ y/n responded as Dana put on gloves, carefully lifting her gown after making sure she was alright with it. She wrapped the silicone around her upper thigh after making sure everything was sterile, and repeated the same step on her shoulder. 

Dana helped y/n get into a wheelchair, and pushed her out towards the main floor. As y/n’s eyes adjusted to the light, she got her first clear look at the E.R. It was busy, almost every room full with staff speed-walking back and forth between rooms. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the bodega owner and his grandson in one of the examination rooms. There wasn’t any sign of Frank. 

“Perlah, you got this? I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” Dana called to a nurse as they passed by the nurses station.

“Hurry back!” Perlah called, looking down at the computer.

“If you guys are busy you don’t have to worry about me- I’m sure one of the nursing students could handle a shower..” 

“Don’t sweat it. It’s always busy, and besides- you’ve been through enough. I’m sure the last thing you want is a man helping you wash your hair.” Dana said with a small chuckle. 

Y/n couldn’t stop herself from imagining Langdon washing her hair, carefully running his hands across her body. She quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. Dana sighed with a knowing look as they turned the corner, as if she could read y/n’s mind. 

Arriving at the shower rooms, she parked the wheelchair and helped her stand, walking her the two steps to the shower chair. It was a large tiled room with a detachable showerhead, so she was able to sit in the shower chair while Dana stayed dry, working around her. Dana was right, after all, she thought- setting aside the dirty hospital gown. It was nice to have someone she was more familiar with do this. She was able to relax, lifting her free hand to scrub the blood and soda out of her hair while Dana worked carefully around the bandages. 

“Dana..?” Y/n started. 

“Yeah?”

“How long do you think I’ll need to stay at the hospital?”

“Well, that’s a better question for your doctor. If I had to make a guess, I’d say you’ve got around 2-3 more days left on your stay. If we can get you upstairs to a care unit before then, no idea.” 

“Got it.” y/n sighed, weighing her options. 

“You got a friend that can help take care of ya at home? Maybe run some fresh clothes by the E.D?” Dana asked, putting some soap in y/n’s hair. It smelled light and fresh, like clean laundry. y/n wondered for a minute if Dana was asking her again because she didn’t know if she’d be honest to Langdon about it. 

“No- I’m staying at a hotel by myself.”

“Ah-” Dana replied, helping detangle her hair. “No boyfriend in town or anything-?” y/n shook her head. 

“So- if you don’t mind me asking, and this stays between you and me- why the visit if your family is outta town? Work trip?”

“I just finished my master’s program.. I guess I was feeling a little homesick. My parents moved an hour out to the suburbs anyway- and I wanted to stay downtown.” y/n said thoughtfully, helping rinse her hair out, the warmth of the shower relieving any leftover discomfort. 

“Congratulations on your graduation- that’s a big deal." 

“Thank you.” y/n said with a smile.

“You know hon, when you came in- you had a card in your pants pocket. Was that your hotel key by any chance?”

She thought about it- retracing her steps. She’d been so scatterbrained that morning she put it in her pocket after leaving the hotel instead of putting it in her wallet. “Yeah.. actually,  I think it is-” 

“If there’s someone you’re close with at the hospital, maybe you could ask them a favor, see if they’d run by the hotel and grab your things.” She insinuated, clearly feeling bad for the girl but not wanting to overstep either. Dana cleared her throat and spoke again. “Or you could just doordash yourself some underwear and call it a day.”

y/n laughed. “As nice as that sounds- I don’t have my phone.”

“Ah- well.. I’ll leave it to you to figure out then.” Dana said, helping y/n rinse herself off. “But don’t hesitate to ask us for anything you need. For now though, we’ll set you up with fresh bedding and a clean gown.” 

y/n nodded gratefully, “Thank you” 

“Don’t worry about it” Dana replied, helping her towel dry without catching any of the silicone wound covers. Once she was dry, she helped her into a fresh gown and she wheeled y/n back to the E.R. 

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠!

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warnings: 18+, mdni, medical gore, some violence, swearing, sex.

Summary:

In which (reader) is Dr. Langdon’s ex-girlfriend. After graduating from her master's program, a year after their relationship ended, she visits Pittsburgh to search for apartments, considering moving back home. Not long into her trip, she is injured in an incident downtown and rushed to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, barely hanging on to her life.

(ch. 6) After the shooting, y'n gets patched up under the care of Dr. Langdon.

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Sɪx : 2:00 P.M

Langdon approached the nurses’ station, leaning over the counter. “So.. do we know anything about the shooting?”

Dana chuckled, her accent coming through a little heavier than usual, “kid, you’re not gonna believe this. Mr. Columbo woke up a little while ago and has been telling anyone who’ll listen about the young lady. Apparently, she was visiting Mr. Columbo’s store- and some idiot with a gun came in and tried to rob the place! As he was going through the register.. He shot him, and started threatening his grandson, who’d been hiding in the backroom. y/n heard the little boy’s voice- and from wherever she was hiding, pushed some kind of vending machine on him!” Recounting the story, the charge nurse couldn’t help but laugh a little, before her voice turned somber again. “Poor thing was hit after she pushed the machine over.”

“Jesus Christ.” Langdon breathed, looking towards the room where the man was sitting upright in his hospital bed, talking loudly to Whittaker, waving his uninjured arm as if to dramatize the story. Whittaker was nodding along, trying to take another round of vitals.

Dana sighed, picking up a folder of patient paperwork and turning back to the computer to continue her work assigning patient rooms. “Robbie just checked on her a few minutes ago. She’s stable now, breathing independently- ready to get that shrapnel out if you’re up to it.”

“Good- yeah, I’ll take care of it-” he said, taking a deep breath, trying to hide the anxiety in his face, quickly pivoting away from the nurses’ station.

“If you want Robbie to take over, just let me know!” Dana called after him- but he only responded with a dismissive wave.

Langdon entered the exam room quietly, closing the door behind him. He’d gone over it in his head a few times, but still felt the sweat balming the back of his neck. The pain medications had taken effect, and she was quiet, looking around the hospital room, watching her own heartbeat on the monitor.

“Okay-” He started, clearing his throat as he set down equipment on a steel cart beside the hospital bed. “How are you feeling? Are you comfortable?”

“I’m alright..” y/n started, trying to take stock of herself, looking down at all of the different wires and tubes connected to her body. She was cold and felt somehow sticky and dry- the remnants of her bloody clothes stuck to her skin, some soda still in her hair from where she’d fallen on the bodega floor. Y/n looked up at Langdon, slowly- taking a deep breath, watching the way he crossed his arms, holding himself stiffly as he clenched his jaw anxiously.

“The pain is mostly gone, and I don’t feel nauseous..which is sort of surprising.. Usually pain meds-” before she could say ‘make me sick-’

“I took care of that.” He blurted out, before clearing his throat to break the silence. “Uh, yeah.. I figured you’d be more comfortable if I gave you some Zofran.” He looked down at the tools on the steel table, avoiding her gaze.

“Thank you-” She said softly. Her head was aching, and she felt the weight of everything unsaid. “Hey.. I-”

Langdon looked down, cutting her off before she could say something she couldn’t take back. “y/n, I’m sorry about this- is it okay if I bring a resident doctor in to help? It’s okay to say no if you’re not comfortable.”

“Oh- of course… yeah- that’s totally fine.” She said with a nod. “I understand.”

Langdon took a deep breath, looking back towards the door for a moment before sitting on a stool beside the bed. “Okay.. we’re going to have to remove what’s left of your shirt to clean up the injury- I can have a nurse help you put on a gown- Do you want a different physician to treat you?” He blurted out. “If you’d be more comfortable, I can request that another doctor-”

“It’s okay, Dr. Langdon- don’t worry.” She said, trying to diffuse the tension in the air- already regretting not just calling him Frank. “I just.. Thank you.” This time, she was the one to cut him off. She took a heavy sigh, weighing it all in her mind. It was simultaneously the easier decision, but she felt the shame weigh on her chest.. the dried blood on her back- “It’s okay, Frank. Just hand me the gown.”

Langdon nodded, a quiet kindness. He didn’t want to make this any harder for her than it already was. He wouldn’t point out that she’d been wearing the coat he gave her- he wouldn’t point out that this wouldn’t be the first time he’d helped her out of her clothes… “You should thank yourself- however you kept pressure on your leg wound kept you alive long enough to get here.” He sat down on a small stool beside her leg, and clicked the guardrail down.

“Who do you think taught me that?” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing and pretended not to notice the small chuckle he let out.

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” He said gently, trying to hide the humor in his tone. “Can you sit up for me?” He asked, putting on a fresh pair of gloves and extending his hand for her to take if she needed it. Without taking his hand, she tried to pull herself up independently, but grunted with pain after turning her shoulder. She took his forearm and let him adjust her accordingly. Sitting directly behind her on the gurney, keeping his eyes trained on her back and her wound.. He carefully cut the shirt up to the collar- allowing her to slide it off with her free hand as he helped her maneuver around the IV and reattach her pulse monitor. He carefully slid her hair over her one shoulder, combing it aside with his fingers.He kept his eyes down and voice low, a rare moment of tenderness as he held the open gown out for her. She slipped her free hand into one sleeve, and crossed it over her chest to cover herself- leaving her injured shoulder and back exposed.

“If you feel dizzy- tell me right away. You’re going to need to sit up but I’m going to make it as quick as I can- I just don’t want you to fall forward.”

“Okay, I will..” She said quietly, a warm breath filling her lungs as she felt the gentle fluttering of butterflies in her stomach.

“Your pulse just elevated slightly, are you feeling okay?”

‘Damn..’ she thought to herself, glad she was facing away from him for once. “Yeah- yeah, I’m fine.”

Before Langdon could question her further, there was a knock on the exam room door and a pause before someone opened it slightly.

“Come in!” y/n called, simultaneously grateful and disappointed by the interruption.

A young woman with blonde hair and a bright smile entered, holding a clipboard across her chest. Langdon looked at the woman with an appreciative look in his eyes, “This is Dr. King. She’s one of our resident doctors and helped me stabilize you” He said, holding his hand out as he introduced her.

y/n smiled back gently, “Nice to meet you.”

“What’s your name?” Dr. King asked, taking a slight double take- watching the way y/n clutched the gown to her chest- and the way Langdon was looking at the blood on her back, lingering on it for a moment before reaching for a warm sterile cloth to wash it away.

“y/n l/n.”

“That’s a very nice name,” Dr. King smiled, sitting on a wheeled stool on the other side of the gurney, laying down her clipboard and putting on fresh gloves.

“Just to catch you up…” Langdon started, looking at Mel and then back at y/n, gently explaining her condition. “Dr. King and I managed to stop the bleeding.. and we have you on antibiotics to combat any kind of infection. There’s some remaining shrapnel in your leg.. as well as some debris in your shoulder…. You’re very lucky that you don’t need surgery- but, to avoid any infection or further tissue damage, we need to remove a few of the pieces of debris.”

Dr. King lifted a glossy X-ray image off her clipboard; it was of y/n’s leg. It must’ve been taken while she was unconscious. “These pieces specifically aren’t deep enough in the dermal layer to be left alone,” Langdon said, pointing them out on the image. “Dr. King?” He turned to Mel, waiting for him to pick up where he left off.

“Well.. Usually with these types of injuries, shrapnel can be left in place and not cause further issues, and the risk of removing it can sometimes outweigh the reward.” Mel said, taking care to look at y/n while she was talking to make her feel included.

“Right,” Langdon said, turning back to y/n. He paused for a moment, studying her expression as she turned her head to look at him. “Okay” He carefully pulled a scalpel and a small pair of medical pliers out of their sterile bags. He ran a gloved hand over her bare back, pointing out her injuries and some of the exposed debris to Dr. King. “After this is done, we’ll have a nurse assist you with showering, and we’ll have to keep you for observation for about two days. Before we start.. I’m going to give you another dose of local anesthetic, okay?”

“Sounds about right..” She breathed, feeling goosebumps rise on her bare skin as he gently brushed his hand along her back, distracting her as he prepped the needle.

“So, what brings you back to Pittsburgh?” He asked, catching her off guard at the exact moment the needle slid into the flesh around her wound.

“Ow- fuck….” y/n said, biting back a groan. “Just visiting for a few weeks-.” She took deep breaths as the numb feeling spread over her shoulder and chest. She decided to keep her prospect of moving back home to herself for now. Dr. King raised her eyebrow, watching the muscles in y/n’s back flex and adjust as she acclimated to the medication.

“Do- do you two know each other?” Mel asked, watching as Langdon used a small pen light to point out the shrapnel.

“From college-” The two said at the same time. Mel chuckled a little to try and dissolve the tension. He continued, using a small pair of pliers to methodically remove tiny pieces of glass and shrapnel on the surface area of her wound. Mel studied how he maneuvered them free, coaxing the pieces free while avoiding causing further injury. It was a rare occurrence that any kind of shrapnel was removed in the E.R so it was a teaching opportunity he couldn’t get his way out of.

“Doing anything interesting?” He asked.

“I got some tickets to a music festival while I’m here, I thought it would be more convenient to come early.”

“Yeah, who would want to miss this?” He chuckled sarcastically.

“Do you remember what exactly happened to you, y/n?” Mel asked politely, hoping to gain a clearer picture from her. “Do you know who shot you?”

“Well, I never saw him, exactly... I was behind a soda machine, picking something up when he shattered the glass door, and I stayed hiding. I thought maybe he’d just grab the money and run away- but, then he started shooting…”

“That was a very brave thing you did. You should be proud.” Mel smiled, setting her gloved hand over y/n’s.

“No, no- I’m just glad everyone made it out okay.. Dr. Robbie told me that the shop owner is okay and can leave today, and his grandson doesn’t have a scratch on him.”

“ You mean Mr. Columbo?” Mel started, “Yes, he’s been.. very energetic. If you want- he can come visit you when you’re all patched up.”

“Maybe” y/n smiled, trying to keep her mind off Langdon’s breath on her neck as he worked. “Did I have my phone when they brought me in by any chance?”

“No” Langdon said. “You just had the clothes on your back.”

“Well that’s convienient.” y/n chuckled sarcastically, looking at the tray where her shredded, bloodstained clothes lay.

Mel laughed a little too loud at her joke before saying “Is there anyone you want us to call? Someone who could get some things from home?”

y/n sighed “I’m staying at a hotel by myself for the time being- all of my friends are busy with their own lives and I haven’t seen them in a year-”

“Is there.. Someone else you want me to call? Family.. Partner?” He said, putting a small emphasis on the last word as he pulled out a particularly tough piece of gravel.

“Ow- Damn it-” She groaned, before the relief washed over her like a wave. “No, I’m in town alone.. My family is on vacation and I’d rather not ruin it-”

“Oh for the.. y/n- you were shot. twice.” He chided, hiding the fluttering feeling that rose in his stomach when she deflected his question about a partner.

“Good thing you’re here then- isn’t it? You seem to be doing fine.” y/n said, still looking forward. The last thing she needed was unnecessary drama and concern when she was trying to prove she was more than capable of doing things alone.

“It’s important to ask for help if you need it-” Mel said, in a slightly gentler tone, “I’m sure your friends want you to be healthy and safe.”

“Thank you Dr. King…Dr. Robbie said I’m in good hands here. As long as I can get this soda and blood out of my hair.. I’ll be fine.”

Langdon sighed. “Just- If you need something- if we can make you more comfortable.. tell us. It’s almost impossible to get a room upstairs recently and this isn’t exactly the most relaxing place to spend the night.” He pushed down slightly on her shoulder with two fingers. “Do you feel any pain?”

“No.. it’s okay. Just pressure”

“Good..” He said, almost tenderly as he continued to work, pulling small pieces of gravel and glass out of the skin. Langdon was done in minutes, irrigating the wound and disinfecting it once more before beginning stitches; sewing her back together as if he was coaxing a rose back to a bud. He put ointment over the stitches, and padded it with gauze before wrapping it- the bandage crossing diagonally over her chest to stay in place. She was able to slip the gown on completely, and he tied the back for her in neat bows.

Mel took the debris and put them on a separate tray for disposal as Langdon opened a new set of sterile tools.

“So… how has your grad program been going?” He asked, wheeling down to the end of the hospital bed to work on her leg.

“I just graduated a few weeks ago.” She said with a small smile, already feeling relief from her freshly cleaned and wrapped shoulder.

“Congratulations.” He took a deep breath, injecting her leg with local anesthetic.

“Ow-” y/n said with a groan, gripping the guardrail with her free hand.

Mel smiled sympathetically,“Here, let me help you get more comfortable.” She puffed out her pillow and helped her lie back slowly on the hospital bed.

y/n looked down at Langdon, watching him as he worked on her leg- carefully debriding the wound. “How’s senior residency?” she asked softly.

“It’s.. good. There’s never a dull moment.”

“Good.” The room was quiet for a few minutes, spare the sound of gravel and metal plinking onto the tray beside the hospital bed as Langdon removed it.

“Hey Fr- Dr. Langdon?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m kind of cold.. Would it be okay if-”

Before she could finish, Mel stood up “I can get you some warm blankets?” Dr. King was grateful to watch Langdon work, but couldn’t help but feel like she was walking in on some complicated personal history.

“Thank you so much” y/n smiled, leaning back into the pillows, glad to feel support from the hospital bed- and his hands.

“Frank.. I’m feeling tired- is that, okay?”

“You’re okay, it’s just the adrenaline from earlier crashing. Antibiotics can also cause fatigue. You can watch the monitor if it makes you feel better.” He said, removing the last piece of debris from her thigh- and irrigating the wound once more.

She nodded, gritting her teeth slightly as he brought out the needle to begin suturing.

“Just don’t look-” he reassured. “..Why don’t you tell me about what you’ve been doing the past year?”

“Well I’ve-” she started, before leaning forward and looking down at her thigh, curiosity getting the best of her. “Oh god..” Dried blood was everywhere, her flesh and muscles ripped apart- a wave of nausea rose in her throat, stinging as her head pulsed, blood rushing in her ears. Sweat clammed up the back of her neck- a chill rising to the crown of her head.

“I told you not to look-” He said, looking up at her. Suddenly, her monitor started to beep, her blood pressure dropping rapidly. He immediately set his tools down, standing so quickly the wheeled stool hit the wall of the exam room.

He quickly looked over her face; it had paled, and her eyes were unfocused. “Hey, Hey- lay down-” Langdon took her by her uninjured shoulder and the waist, carefully hinging her into the pillows. “You feel dizzy?” He said gently, before turning towards the door and calling “I need some help in here!”

“Yeah..” y/n said weakly, her vision darkening - blotchy with colors. Her mouth felt numb and her nerves prickled, time slowing down.

“It’s okay, stay with me...” He said, immediately ripping his bloodstained glove off and throwing it aside, taking her free hand. Fuck this- she wasn't passing out on his watch, not a chance in hell.“Squeeze my hand, as hard as you can.” He said clearly, holding her so tight it hurt, bruising her knuckles. She listened- tightening her shaky grip around his. Langdon leaned over the hospital bed, cupping her uninjured leg under her knee and elevating it. “That’s it.. just keep squeezing. Eyes open- keep looking at me-”

She started to take shallower breaths, forcing out a chuckle as she looked up at him, keeping eye contact as her lashes fluttered, butterflies mixing with the nausea. “Langdon.. I think this is making me more dizzy..” she panted.

He chuckled, quickly lifting her leg higher, resting it on his shoulder to free up his hand. He gently rapped his knuckles on her sternum until she was able to keep her eyes open.

Princess, a trauma nurse opened the door- her eyes widening like plates at the scene. “Jusuko-” She said under her breath, immediately going to the patient’s side. Her heart rate had dropped significantly, and her blood pressure monitor was flashing red, dangerously low. Dr. Langdon was leaning sideways over the gurney- propping her leg up with his shoulder. The patient’s wound still open, and he was preforming thymus tapping, knocking on her collarbone and sternum to keep her alert. The patient was holding his hand, but her grip was faltering.

“She needs another unit of blood- let’s get her on fludrocortisone-” Langdon said, still holding her leg up as Princess took off out the door to get the blood bag and medication from the pharmacy.

From the nurse’s station, Dana noticed the way Princess ran out of the exam room, leaving the door wide open. The charge nurse heard the rapid beeping and immediately went inside.

“Dr. Langdon? Need a hand?” She said, taking stock of the scene- the way he was trying to multitask.

“She’s having a vagal episode- I need cold water and gauze-” He said, quickly turning back to y/n- trying to keep her attention.

Dana grabbed some gauze out of the cabinet, wetting it in the sink and maneuvering around Langdon, lying it over y/n’s forehead, cool water ran down her hairline and rinsed away the warm sweat on her hairline. Slowly beginning to feel more alert, y/n strained, tightening her grip on Langdon’s hand until his knuckles turned white. The pulse monitor began to beep at a normal rate, and her goosebumps started to fade. Princess arrived, with the blood bag and a bottle of pills. She quickly got to work attaching a fresh unit of blood to her IV. Dana took another wet piece of gauze and wrung it out over y/n’s head, cold water gently dripping down her scalp and onto the back of her neck.

“Better?” Langdon asked, not lowering her leg yet.

“Yeah-” She said, breathless for a different reason as her vision cleared up.

“Take deep, full breaths-” He said. “Slower…”

y/n yielded, letting herself be held- just for a moment, taking long pulls of air, exhaling slow as he watched her carefully. Once he was satisfied with her breathing, he leaned his shoulder down, to pick her leg back up- carefully lowering it back onto the hospital bed.

“You doing okay hon, still with us?” Dana asked as langdon took his hand off her sternum, using a penlight to flash in her eyes, checking her pupillary reaction. “Pupils are equal, round- reactive to light..” He muttered as he worked.

“Yeah.. I’m okay.” y/n said, looking up at Dana.

“Sorry..” She said, letting her head fully sink into the pillows, letting go of his hand.

"I told you not to look-" Langdon chuckled, the fear slowly starting to loosen it's grip on him.

“It happens to the best of us-” Dana said softly, shooting a sharp glance at Dr. Langdon. “Take it easy. If you need anything, just say the word.” The charge nurse said, walking back to the nurse's station beside Princess- closing the door behind them.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He said after they'd left, turning away from her to retrieve the stool from where it had hit the wall. With his back turned, he tossed the idea around in his mind. A year ago he’d been full of regret, frustration- he’d been agitated at work.. Now, though- he was just happy her eyes were open, looking up at him again. He wouldn’t make this any harder for her than it had to be. Quickly breaking the silence he cleared his throat, “fainting can be serious, especially after blood loss. What just happened is called a vasovagal reaction- your heart rate and blood pressure dropped suddenly, and when that happens, gravity pulls the blood down from your brain, which causes you to pass out. Elevating the legs and tightening your muscles helps push the blood back to your brain.. It keeps you from fainting. I couldn’t move your left leg so I pushed the right one up higher.”

“Mm..” y/n hummed, trying to will the heat and blush off her face. “That makes sense”

“I’m going to get you cleaned up and then you can sleep all you want…” He took a closer look at her “You’ve got some color back- good. You need to keep your electrolytes up too, how much water have you been drinking?” He opened the pill bottle Princess had brought in, and pulled out a single pill- giving it to her to take with a small cup of water.

“Um-” she started.

“Some things never change. We’ll get you a gatorade or something” He sighed, with a tinge of playfulness on his voice as he sat back down beside her, watching her face to make sure she was looking away. “Just, count the ceiling tiles. I’ll be done before you finish.”

She looked up, her eyes adjusting in the glare of the hospital lights, “sure-” she said, unconvinced- but she started anyway- row by row counting each white tile.

He worked efficiently, irrigating the wound with sterile saline once more, and working on her stitches. “Done.” He placed non-stick gauze over the wound, and wrapped her thigh with an ace bandage- the pressure soothing any lingering discomfort.

She sighed. “I only got to 23.”

“Damn-” He chuckled. “There’s 28. You were close.”

y/n couldn’t help but smile a little, but before she could speak- there was a knock. “Come in!” she called.

Mel entered the room, holding two warm blankets. “I’m so sorry, one of the nurses needed my help with a 3rd degree burn and I got held up.” She said apologetically, laying one of the warm blankets over y/n’s lap- and the other on her chest.

“It’s okay, you’re just doing your job.” y/n said with an encouraging smile. “You just missed the stitches- I made the mistake of looking before everything was cleaned up.” She chuckled.

Langdon stood, “She had a vasovagal reaction- thankfully she didn’t pass out, but she’s still fatigued- She should stay lying down for the next few hours, it’s okay for her to eat if she doesn’t feel nauseous.”

Mel nodded. “That’s good news.” She turned to y/n. “Would you like a sandwich? Our cafeteria isn’t too bad.”

“That sounds nice-” y/n nodded.

Langdon stood, adjusting his stethoscope around his neck. “One of us will be back periodically to check on you.. But you can just press the call button if you need anything, okay?”

“Thank you.” y/n nodded to him as he held the door open for Dr. King. Turning back to y/n, Langdon dimmed the lights. “Call me if you need anything.” He repeated, before closing the door behind him.

y/n took a heavy, shaky breath after the door clicked shut- trying to process everything, the weight of the day starting to sink into her bones, warmth swirling in her chest where he’d preformed sternum taps.

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠!

𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒

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warnings: 18+, mdni, medical gore, some violence, swearing, sex.

Summary:

In which (reader) is Dr. Langdon’s ex-girlfriend. After graduating from her master's program, a year after their relationship ended, she visits Pittsburgh to search for apartments, considering moving back home. Not long into her trip, she is injured in an incident downtown and rushed to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, barely hanging on to her life.

(ch. 5) In which a patient arrives at The Pitt in critical condition from a gunshot wound.

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ five : 2:00 P.M

Langdon seemed to be the only busy doctor in the E.R- rushed between patients and students while the others worked on their charting. He was getting better, less absentminded- dodging Dana’s check-ins as best he could.

He’d just finished examining a little boy with strep throat, throwing away his mask in the hall trash can, when Dr. Robbie cornered him. “Frank- are you doing okay?” He asked, holding onto his stethoscope as he spoke.

“Yes- Robbie. I’m fine, God- why does everyone keep asking me that?”

“Maybe because you’re responding like that to everyone?” Robbie said, raising his eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Look- Seriously, I’m fin-”

“Alright, alright.” Robbie responded, putting his hands up slightly as if in surrender. “I know it’s hard- Just, leave it at the door, please. You have patients.” Langdon nodded, looking back towards Dana at the nurses' station and sighing. “Yeah. Got it.” He knew it was unlike him; he couldn’t blame them for being concerned. He exhaled, hard- trying to get it out of his system.

He headed out for the main floor, tense but focused on the next call. Before he could circle back to the next patient examination room- Dana’s voice rung out over the E.R. “We have an ambulance incoming!! A young woman and an older gentleman are in critical condition, armed robbery victims! Princess, can you please clear Trauma 1 and 2??”

Doctors scrambled, pulling paper scrubs and fresh gloves on, as well as eye protection, before heading for the automatic doors that opened to the ambulance bay.

“C’mon, people! Let's get these gurneys in here! Clear a path!!” Dana took off towards the open doors, helping wheel the first gurney in. Robbie went alongside her, quickly assessing the injuries of the man in the gurney.

The “older gentleman” was wearing a bloodstained flannel; he’d been shot in the arm and was still cognizant, albeit in excruciating pain. His grandson was taken to the family room by one of the nurses as the doctors jogged alongside the gurney. As Robbie called out orders for a tourniquet, Dana leaned over the gurney. “Sir, can you tell me your name??” she called, helping paramedics wheel him into Trauma 2.

“Donnie- Columbo..- please, Doc, there’s a young lady here, you gotta help her- she saved my grandson…” He grunted in pain as the staff adjusted him.

“Okay-” Dana started, “One, Two- Three!” She called, as they collectively moved Donnie off the paramedic’s gurney and onto the hospital bed.Robbie began to work on a tourniquet, asking for blood pressure and oxygen readings before turning to the man lying on the hospital bed.“I can assure you- she is in capable hands, we’re going to do the best we can for both of you.

Across the hall, y/n was unconscious as Langdon wheeled her at the foot of the gurney, barking out orders. He hadn’t gotten a close look at her yet, but it was clear that they were losing her if they didn’t get the bleeding tamped down.

“Ma’am?? Ma’am?? Can you hear me?? Open your eyes!” Dr. Mel King called, examining her retina and responses as they rushed down the hallway to Trauma 1. Suddenly, her eyes burst open, wide like plates- she began to squirm against the restraints of the gurney, hyperventilating- colors flashing across her vision as the overhead lights bore down on her, piercing white. As she was jostled by the gurney, fresh waves of pain spread over her body every few seconds.

“Ma’am! You’re safe, you’re in the emergency department! Please relax and slow your breathing!” Mel called down to her. All y/n heard was garbled speech, her heart pumping faster as her breathing elevated, pumping fresh blood out of her leg and shoulder.

“We need to get her breathing under control! She’s already in shock, and we don’t want her to go hypoxic!” Langdon called, circling to the head of the gurney and locking it in place as Mel tied a tourniquet around her upper thigh. She was still hyperventilating, and Langdon kept his eyes locked on the heart monitor.

Dr. Santos took measurements around them, attaching a blood pressure cuff and calling out "Hemorrhagic shock!.. BP 90- tachycardia pulse 130-” Mel had managed to tie off her leg, but she was still hyperventilating, flailing her arms while she tried to keep her tamped down for an IV.

Langdon put two fingers to her neck to take her carotid pulse, as his eyes finally landed on her face. Time slowed for a moment as it hit him all at once. God, it was her, she was here- she was barely breathing-She’d changed her hair. What is she doing in Pittsburgh? She was shot, bleeding out- right here, right now.

“Holy Fucking Shit." He breathed before shouting, "I need Oneg! Two units!”, snapping back without missing a beat, leaning over her. “She needs imaging over that leg!” She was still hyperventilating, trying to escape the pain as her body felt heavier, colder. She was nauseous, her eyes glazed and fading fast as she moved. Mel managed to get the IV attached, holding her wrist down as the fresh blood entered her bloodstream.

Langdon was at the top of the gurney, inspecting her shoulder wound and checking for a pulse as she started to breathe faster, the bright lights and loud noises of the E.R disorienting her as she slipped in and out of consciousness. "Oh no, you don't-" He muttered to himself, leaning over her as the other doctors reached around her, assessing her and cutting away her clothing to assess the injuries. “y/n! Can you hear me?? Hey, Hey- I need you to calm down.” He cupped her face with his hands, squeezing softly, leaving a warm rush of pink on her clammy skin. Y/n started to soften as he leaned over her, her vision adjusting to the bright lights. She took a deep, trembling breath, settling back into unconsciousness as her pulse slowed, the bleeding stopping as the tourniquet began to take effect.

Her head rolled back onto the hospital bed, and she fell limp at his touch, his voice, familiar and yet- it was like he was calling out to her from across an ocean. “Okay..” Langdon said, taking his first deep breath in a few minutes, watching her vitals stabilize on the screen as the new blood pumped into her veins. “We need to irrigate the wounds, put her on IV antibiotics.. Give her a four of morphine.. She won’t need surgery, she’s lucky it missed her arteries..”

"But- we don't know if she has any allergies to medications yet-" Mel started.

"She doesn't," Langdon said with finality. "Put the orders in, and we'll get it figured out afterward- and I’m giving her a shot of Zofran.” He prepared the medication, disinfecting her upper arm and smoothly injecting her with a syringe.

“Got it-” Mel said, typing Langdon’s instructions out in detail. “4mg.. Ondansetron.. injection-”

y/n’s eyes fluttered open for a moment. “Where… where am I-” she grunted. Before Langdon could speak, Mel cut in. “Pittsburgh trauma medical center. There was a shooting, but you’ll be okay.” She rolled her head over gently, her eyes barely open. Her voice was soft and unsure as her fuzzy vision settled on him. “Frank…?”

“Yeah, yeah.. It’s me.” He said softly, just enough for her to hear- with his back to his coworkers. Langdon let go of the gurney. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding it so tight. Langdon took a shaking breath, leaning his head against the wall for support for a moment, ripping off his gloves that were covered in her blood.

Mel paused inputting patient information for a moment, eyeing Langdon with a sideways look. “Dr. Langdon- are you..?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” He said with a nod, before putting on a fresh pair of gloves. “That patient-”

“Dr. Langdon! Dr. King!” Dana started, swinging open the door to the trauma room. “Do we have a name for the young lady? Our bodega owner, Mr. Columbo, went unconscious before he could tell us.”

“Yeah, Dana- yeah.” Langdon said, squinting as if he had a headache. “y/n l/n, her birthday is y/b/d. No allergies to medication, but is prone to anxiety- I don’t know if she’s taking anything right now.” He dictated. Dana’s face paled in recognition, “Jesus Christ.”

Dr. Santos and Mel shared a confused look as Santos left the room, clearly not wanting to get involved.

“Oh- right, got it.” Mel said, typing the information into the patient’s chart.

Dana exhaled- before turning back out to the main floor. “Alright, everyone, the two patients are stable, show's over! - back to work!”

Mel finished typing on the computer and walked out to attend to her other patients. It was odd, unlike him, not to have at least a moment of gloating after stabilizing such a critical patient. Thankfully, there were no arterial injuries, but she still had a bullet in her leg and was rapidly losing blood on arrival. It was a good save, and she didn’t understand why he was acting so strangely.

Taking a last glance at Langdon as he headed down the hall for supplies to remove shrapnel, she decided to walk up to the nurse’s station. “Dana… does Dr. Langdon know that patient from somewhere?”

Dana paused for a moment, watching as Langdon headed around the corner back into y/n’s examination room. “I dunno..” She said, trying to deflect the question as she grabbed some paperwork for the patient. “Could be. We all live nearby, maybe he’s run into her a few times.” She said, her tone absolute.

“Huh.. yeah.”

⋆｡˚☤🩺✧˖°.

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠!

𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒

A03 link masterlist

warnings: 18+, mdni, medical gore, some violence, swearing, sex.

Summary:

In which (reader) is Dr. Langdon’s ex-girlfriend. After graduating from her master's program, a year after their relationship ended, she visits Pittsburgh to search for apartments, considering moving back home. Not long into her trip, she is injured in an incident downtown and rushed to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, barely hanging on to her life.

(ch. 4) In which you revisit a bodega from your childhood, and havoc ensues.

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Fᴏᴜʀ : 12:00 P.M

The bell on the glass door rung gently as she entered, a familiar sound that took her back to evenings after high school, when she’d stock up on all of her studying snacks. “Welcome in” the bodega owner smiled, looking at her with a warm glow. He was a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a thick flannel shirt. He had a thick accent that reminded her of home.

“Thanks-” She smiled, walking around the small shop, looking for something that would pair well with tea.

“Great weather we’re having-” The bodega owner said, before suddenly there was a loud crash in the back room behind the register. y/n startled a little bit but kept browsing as the owner threw the door open and started scolding a couple of kids that had been playing in the backroom. “Great- just great.. What am I supposed to tell your mother, that you’re back here breaking things??” “I’m sorry grandpa!” A little boy said apologetically. Y/n chuckled to herself as they continued talking, the bodega owner leaving the door slightly ajar this time. Y/n had chosen a few snacks and started heading up to the tea station beside the soda machines.

The owner swept off the counter absentmindedly. “Sorry about that- you know kids..” He noticed she was approaching the tea table and made a suggestion. “I just got the blackberry in this week, you’ll love it.”

“Oh yeah?” y/n asked, turning to look towards him- accidentally bumping the honey bottle off the table- she knelt to the ground and swiped for it behind the soda machine. “It’s the best, sometimes I add a bit of jam at the bottom-”

“I don’t think-” before she could finish her thought, there was a sick crackle in the air, and she heard the sound of glass shattering, shards skidding to the floor at her feet. Before she could pull herself out from behind the soda machine and see if the owner needed any help-

“OPEN UP THE FUCKING REGISTER NOW! I WON’T FUCKING ASK YOU TWICE.”

y/n’s blood ran cold, and her breath caught. She froze, motionless behind the soda machine, trying to look back towards the register. “God! No! Please, you don’t have to swing that thing around!!” the owner exclaimed, his voice shaking.

“OPEN IT NOW, GIVE ME ALL OF IT. YOU GOT CAMERAS??”

“Um- I- we have one by the front door!! Next to the bell!!” y/n heard the clang of the register being opened, the sound of rifling through drawers. She clamped a hand over her mouth, trying not to breathe.

“Here! This is all we have!! Please just take it and go!!” he exclaimed. She could hear him backing up against the wall.

“I KNOW THAT’S NOT ALL OF IT, YOU GOT A SAFE??”

y/n stiffened as heavy footsteps moved closer to where she was hiding, boots crushing the glass that scattered across the floor. “No- no I don’t-” he said shakily, trying to keep his eyes away from the back door his grandchild was behind.

A shot rang out, and the owner yelped in pain. She could hear the sound of him collapsing towards the ground, and she gasped aloud. The footsteps got closer and closer, and as y/n steeled herself, biting back tears- she heard a door creak open.

“Grandpa?” a small child asked in a trembling voice.

“No!” he exclaimed.

“GET THE FUCK OVER HERE, NOW-” The deep voice exclaimed, starting to move away from the soda machine and towards the back door.. y/n could imagine it now, that little boy and his friends- She didn’t breathe, didn’t think- cold sweat flushing over her body as she made a split-second choice- propping her shoes up against the baseboard of the wall, pressing her back against the machine- channelling everything into a singular push.

The machine came crashing down onto the linoleum floor, with the shooter pinned beneath it. Glass and plastic shattered- scattering across the floor as the drinks inside foamed up and popped, spreading a brown sticky puddle of foam across the floor. y/n stumbled, slipping in the liquid and falling off the back of the machine. The shooter’s finger was still tight around the trigger, and she caught two bullets as she fell, one in the thigh and another grazed her shoulder.

The little boy screamed, running for the phone as his grandfather shouted for him. “Call 911! The alarm in my office!”

The theft alarm rang out, a repetitive siren blaring from a small plastic box attached over the broken glass door.

Pain. Searing, white-hot. It felt like she was getting torn apart from the inside, struggling to pull herself up off the floor, and her fingers slipping in the puddle of soda and blood. She rolled onto her back, the lights blinding her as her consciousness faltered. Trying to put pressure on the wound, she reached for her leg- hot metal embedded in her flesh, and held her fist over the wound as her nerves screamed. Her mouth tasted metallic, and she felt the stomach acid welling up in her throat.

The ambulance was two blocks away when the owner pulled himself up, clutching his bleeding arm with one hand, trying to shake y/n awake. He kicked the gun away from where it’d fallen on the floor- far from where the shooter lay unconscious. His Grandson had called 911.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠!

𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒

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warnings: 18+, mdni, medical gore, some violence, swearing, sex.

Summary:

In which (reader) is Dr. Langdon’s ex-girlfriend. After graduating from her master's program, a year after their relationship ended, she visits Pittsburgh to search for apartments, considering moving back home. Not long into her trip, she is injured in an incident downtown and rushed to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, barely hanging on to her life.

(ch. 3) A short in-between chapter. In which you are searching for apartments in downtown Pittsburgh, and you dredge up some old memories.

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tʜʀᴇᴇ : 11:00 A.M

y/n had been working on her laptop in a cozy booth in the back of a cafe for about an hour, scrolling through apartments and townhouses in between bites of her lunch. Some familiar neighborhoods had become so expensive out of nowhere.. She bit her lip for a second, scrolling through old photos and emails, trying to find the address of her college dorm. ‘Wait.. this could be something,’ she thought to herself, clicking on a folder titled “senior year.”

y/n refreshed her laptop, loading the image. She took a shaky breath; it was her old friend group- a photo taken by a club photographer years ago- a puff of gold glitter swirling in the air around them. Young, hungry, fresh- fruity drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces, and right in the middle- her and 20-year-old Langdon. He was standing behind her, grinning and gently holding her chin from behind while she held both of their drinks up, winking at the camera.

She remembered when the photo was taken, the way the flash had blinded them, and they all yelped and stumbled backward- rubbing their eyes and spilling their drinks on each other, glitter sticking to their clothes.

y/n paused, taking a heavy sigh and closing the folder. She packed up her bag and grabbed her keys, typing in the address to the open-house event and looking for a coffee shop on the way. Maybe getting a warm drink would help. Setting her phone aside, she tried to remember the way to her favorite bodega that sold herbal teas. She fondly remembered adding honey and lemon to the little paper cups on the countertop, inhaling the steam while working on her college assignments. It never failed to set her right when she lived here.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠!

𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒

A03 link masterlist

warnings: 18+, mdni, medical gore, some violence, swearing, sex.

Summary:

In which (reader) is Dr. Langdon’s ex-girlfriend. After graduating from her master's program, a year after their relationship ended, she visits Pittsburgh to search for apartments, considering moving back home. Not long into her trip, she is injured in an incident downtown and rushed to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, barely hanging on to her life.

(ch. 2) In which you arrive back home to Pittsburgh to go apartment hunting and experience an unexpected flood of nostalgia as memories of your ex-boyfriend resurface.

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ : 8:00 A.M

Tossing and turning, y/n woke up shivering under the hotel blanket. It wasn’t a particularly cold day, but she hadn’t adjusted to the weather back in Pittsburgh yet. She’d just flown in, back in town for her college roommate’s wedding. The schedule worked out, she had just graduated from her master’s program on the West Coast a few weeks ago and had an influx of money and time. One of her professors had recommended her for a job here, and she was surprised by how much she was actually considering it. There were people and places she missed in Pittsburgh, of course- the museums, her friends and relatives, the classic architecture… but- life had changed so much.. she had changed. She hadn’t been home at all since she left, and that was more than a year ago. Back then, she’d grumbled about the cold and how small everything felt after living there for so long. Regardless, she was feeling nostalgic and decided to spend a month there, browsing apartments and considering the job offer.

She sat up to the sound of her phone vibrating on the nightstand, an email about the open house she’d registered for today. Yawning, y/n stood and stretched her back- heading for the closet. She didn’t keep many winter clothes after the move, just a few sweaters and a coat her ex-boyfriend had bought her. The coat was luxurious, warm, and comfortable- he’d even embroidered her initials into the collar, using needles he’d gotten from a suture course. There wasn’t a thread out of place. She wasn’t the type to burn photos or anything, but a wistful feeling rose in her body as she traced the fur lining of the hood. There were people and places she missed. She laid the coat out on the bed, as well as an outfit and some jewelry. Leaning in close to the mirror, she started getting ready- her mind wandering as she brushed her teeth. College here had been amazing, she remembered her loft apartment, studying in the library with friends, barhopping at night, and driving to the sound of her old playlists.. slipping into quiet corners of the bar and feeling her ex run his hands through her hair while he cradled her face and-

She stopped herself, gripping her toothbrush a little harder than intended. It’d been a while since she’d thought of anyone that way, much less Frank Langdon. He wasn’t a bad guy, but- The breakup had been hard on them both. He’d tried to convince her to stay together that day, showing up at her apartment with flowers and her favorite drink, and she’d done her best to stay strong, explaining that it wasn’t sophomore year anymore. How could they be together when she was hundreds of miles away if they were barely scraping together a relationship at the same college? She took a deep breath and set her toothbrush down on the sink. She’d spent so many nights trying to forget that conversation.

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“Frank.. You’re going to do great things. You’re going to be great- but we.. we’re too different, we don’t work.” “I’m sorry- I am. I know asking you to move in with me was a little fast- but that doesn’t mean you have to move across the country and never talk to me again!” He said, speaking quickly, gesturing with his hands as we spoke. “I just… y/n, where is this coming from? What happened to getting your master’s in Pittsburgh? I thought you already committed to the program?”

She’d taken a shaky breath, heat filling her lungs. “Frank- It’s not because of you. I- I’ve lived here almost my entire life. I have the chance to do something new and I want to take it. This decision is about me- my life.” y/n tried to keep her tone strong, but was growing weaker the longer she looked at him.

“Do you want to know what I think?” He’d said, handing her the bouquet, running his palm over her hand for just a moment, closing her grip around the flowers. “I think you’re afraid, I think you’re afraid that this will work. We’ve worked everything out before.. I understand that you have an opportunity- but you know me y/n. You know me. I’d never tell you to give up anything for me- I….I’m sorry, I haven’t been making time for you. I’ve just been getting swept up.. I’ll fix it- I can call you on my breaks and…” He handed her the bouquet, running his palm over her hand for just a moment, closing her grip around the flowers.

“You’re going to be a resident, working full-time. If you do get breaks, I don’t want you to feel like you need to spend that time worrying about me.” She’d said, setting the bouquet on the porch railing. She pushed down the lump in her throat; she could still remember the exact feeling, like barbed wire tightening around her neck, while tears welled in her eyes.. Her body had revolted against her as she bit back sobs- as she dampened her tone like a funeral eulogist.

“I don’t want to be 'Dr. Langdon’s girlfriend'- I .. I need to make something of myself.” It was like she was outside of her body, reciting a script she’d gone over so many times.

“No, baby- no- you’re so much more than that, please you can’t talk yourself into this-” He said, reaching out to cup her cheek, disbelief in his face. y/n couldn’t look him in the eye, knowing that if he passed the front door, she’d give in again- wholly and completely, and she’d love it. It would be a reassurance, body and soul, an injection of hope straight into her heart. She’d move in with him, get married, maybe even have some kids- have the life so many women dreamed about. She wanted to feel peace again, to fall asleep with him under the twinkling lights and polaroid photos he’d helped her put on her wall junior year.

It was futile. y/n had already made her decision, regardless of how tonight went.. He’d be at work before she woke up and she’d have to muster up the courage to have this conversation all over again, while he made wisecracks about how she had to take it easy, “doctor’s orders.”

It would be better for him to focus on his residency- and he truly was going to do great things.. How was it fair of her to hold him back while she went on to chase dreams of her own? He was going to speak again, a desperate, pleading look in his eyes.. like he was going to play one more card, trying to remind her, trying to show that all the late nights would pay off.. But she’d closed the door on him. She didn’t wait to hear him out, she couldn’t. One more word would melt her resolve. Collapsing behind the closed door, tears streamed down her face as she failed to completely muffle the sound of her sobs.

Langdon’s eyes were as wide as plates, his breath shaking as he tried to absorb what had just happened. It wasn’t like her, he’d always been able to reach her, to fix it.. But the bouquet lying abandoned on the porch was so final. He slipped his hands into his jacket pocket and took a breath- how was he supposed to help people if he couldn’t even fix this? He wanted to fight for her, desperately- to show up in front of her window each night with a boombox and chocolates but he’d just be proving her right. He had to respect her, what she wanted.

Fuck. y/n held her knees to her chest, looking around her apartment, naming what she could see.. smell.. touch.. taste.. He was everywhere, in cologne he’d left here, their photos on the fridge, in all the sketches he’d done of her body- mapping out the exact place her spine met her ribs, the curve of her muscles, tenderly unfolding every layer of her like a bloody valentine.

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y/n steadied herself on the sink as she tried to stem the flow of memories; maybe it was just being back home, the familiar streets dredging up what she’d desperately tried to bury. Her phone buzzed again in the other room, snapping her out of the haze. She ran the faucet, and splashed her face with water, shaking the old feelings away. She picked up her phone and tapped the notification. A new apartment was available downtown, in a neighborhood not far from her college.

y/n remembered it fondly, an artsy street lined with brick buildings and trees, with a cozy coffee shop on the corner, decorated with warm lighting and velvet couches - they’d sold everything from quintuple espresso shots to fruity mocktail teas. She’d been on a few study dates with- She stopped herself again. He could be married with seven kids and living in Canada for all she knew now. Being back home was about her job offer, and looking into moving home. She was definitely the nostalgic type but this was a step too far. She was a new person with a degree and a high-paying job, daydreaming about her college boyfriend was practically laughable.

She’d been on a few dates in the year she was gone, but none of them had satisfied her. They either lacked that electricity she felt in her body when the two of them were bantering, or the steadfast way they’d lean on each other.. while he gently traced her body with his index finger, naming each muscle as he adjusted them to their flexed and anatomical positions.. God. She had to stop.

She sighed, deciding to go out for lunch and look for apartments downtown, figuring fresh air would help. She finished getting ready, pulling her coat on and slipping her hotel keycard into her purse as she headed down the hall, fidgeting with the keys to her rental car.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠!

𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒

A03 link masterlist

warnings: 18+, mdni, medical gore, some violence, swearing, sex.

Summary:

In which (reader) is Dr. Langdon’s ex-girlfriend. After graduating from her master's program, a year after their relationship ended, she visits Pittsburgh to search for apartments, considering moving back home. Not long into her trip, she is injured in an incident downtown and rushed to the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, barely hanging on to her life.

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Oɴᴇ : 7:00 A.M

Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. The Pitt.

Buzzing with energy, doctors and nurses alike race between stations, caught between carefully balancing medical bureaucracy and saving lives by brute force. The waiting room was full with what felt like a hundred people, all while the staff on the other side of the door rushed between the patients they already had. PTMC is a teaching hospital, and carries the responsibility of educating student doctors amidst chaos. The ER isn’t meant to hold patients long-term, but due to lack of funding, it was difficult to move patients to the upper wings of the hospital. It wasn’t uncommon for patients to be stuck downstairs for two, sometimes even three days while waiting for a bed in one of the hospital’s specialized departments.

Frank Langdon had been working in the Pitt for almost two years now, loving the challenge and the satisfaction that came with it. Sometimes it felt like he was holding his breath all day, and it made falling into bed at the end of each shift even better. The job kept him moving forward, and it forced you to be present, to focus completely on the work. You left your personal life at the door if you knew what was good for you. It was like being in purgatory, towing the line between the outside world and the E.R.

Regardless, he was off his game today- and his head was cloudy. It was an anniversary he was dreading, a year ago today he’d had a surprise proposal planned for his long-term girlfriend.. and she’d broken up with him hours before their reservation. She didn’t know, and he never pushed her. He could admit to himself that he’d changed since then, grown up a lot, but it was still a sore subject. He’d never even gotten rid of the ring. Didn’t have the stomach to look at it. He leaned his head back, rubbing his eyes and trying to clear his head. He tried to reassure himself- It’d been a year, he hadn’t heard from her- and it was just a normal day at work.

Today was quiet so far, but he knew better than to jinx it by saying anything. “Dr. Langdon!” Dana called as she headed towards him, dodging gurneys and med students. “Yes!” He said a little too loud. The charge nurse was a forthright woman who ran the ER with a firm yet gentle hand, she knew everything about everyone and did her best to keep everyone on their feet. Dana ignored his tone, she knew what today was, and how dramatic he could be, how could she forget? Hell, she’d helped him plan that damn proposal. The two kids were inseparable, and he constantly spoke about her at work- and one day it all just, stopped. No one had expected it, with the way she dropped by the hospital to deliver lunches and chat with everyone. He took the photos of the two of them out of his locker and started eating in the cafeteria.

After it happened, Langdon was different, making cutting jokes and snapping at coworkers… when she finally wrestled it out of him, it was the end of shift a week later. She’d told Dr. Robbie to talk to him, and she watched them from the automatic doors, while the two sat at a bench across the street. Langdon held his head in his hands while Robbie put a hand on his shoulder. She’d watched them for a moment, taking a drag off her cigarette. He recovered with time, getting back to his usual banter. The anniversary of it still seemed to bother him though. She’d anticipated this, hoping she could keep him occupied with the medical students.

Dana came around the back of the nurses’ station, interrupting Langdon as he looked through paperwork, his eyes glassy. “Hey hon, do you have a minute?...Whittaker needs some help over in North 1, we have a patient with burns on the lateral anterior and it’s unclear if there’s injury past the dermal layer…” She wanted to fill his time more than anything, just to keep him focused on something.

“Got it” Langdon replied, closing the folder and moving efficiently towards North 1, wiping his brow and taking another sip of his coffee. He’d woken up extra early that morning to get himself a latte from a cafe he’d frequented in college, near the campus library. He swiftly threw back the last few sips and tossed it- putting on a fresh pair of gloves and sanitizing his hands before heading towards the room Dana had mentioned.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝐼'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠!

𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Frank Langdon/Reader Characters: Frank Langdon, Dana Evans, Melissa "Mel" King, Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Cassie McKay, Samira Mohan, Yolanda Garcia, Dennis Whitaker, Jack Abbot (The Pitt) Additional Tags: Protective Frank Langdon, Frank Langdon is Down Bad, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Exes, Past Relationship(s), Y/N Used for Reader-Insert, Reader-Insert, Female Reader-Insert, POV Third Person, Frank Langdon is Not Married, Frank Langdon is Not Married and Does Not Have Children, Eventual Romance, Third Person Reader Insert, She/Her Pronouns for Reader-Insert, I'm obsessed with the Pitt, y/n has personality, Slow Burn, I did medical research for this, I NEED HIM, Protective The Pitt (TV) Ensemble, The Pitt, Frank Langdon/you - Freeform, Dr. Langdon, Dr. Langdon/You, The Pitt(TV)/You, Frank Langdon/reader - Freeform Summary: