er barbie and ken truther

There’s a lull in the ED activity and noise levels and Frank looks up to realise everyone’s looking at him.

“Dr Langdon. I need you in South 20!”

He’s immediately power-walking towards Mel’s voice on autopilot, trying to not let the tears boil over.

“What have we got?” He asks, voice wretched, as he walks in the room, but Mel just pulls the curtain. The patient in the bed is sedated, asleep.

“Nothing. Just thought you could use a minute without an audience,” she tells him, pulling out a chair for him as she does a regular vitals check on the patient.

Frank who is actually pretty sure that he’s stupidly in love with his best friend, but who doesn’t know if she feels the same, who doesn’t know where she’ll go in a year or so, who can’t decide whether or not the potential heartache is something he can handle.

Frank whose heart melts every time she looks at him, who thinks about making a move every day, but then chickens out because he’s meant to guarantee her best possible education, not make heart eyes at her.

Frank who is so caught up in his own head that he doesn’t even realise it’s a date she’s asking him out on because they’ve been spending every waking moment together for the past two years.

Frank who finally can’t take it anymore because her hair is down and her eyes are shining and they’ve been laughing for hours and now they’re at her door and she has her hands behind her back like she’s scared she’ll grab him if she’s not careful,… and so he finally gives in and kisses her like he’s been wanting to all year.

huhu! 🙇‍♀️ this is a piece inspired by a fic my best friend, @snowchildz , wrote for me, and I could not resist drawing something for it 🥹

it’s a very gentle, sweet and sooo well written Kingdon fic and everyone who loves the pair should go read it asap!

thanks to my heart for writing this for me 🫰

(yes I’ve read it at least 5 times already, sue me!)