Robby Robinavitch finally dating, but his girlfriends a hypochondriac
It starts with something simple, a complain.
You whine, your hand coming up to massage your temple. His head is in a book hes reading. Glasses perched low on his nose. He looks up, quirking a brow as if to ask "yes?". And he notices you massaging your temple, he can guess.
You complain. He places his book to the side before approaching you. He holds his finger out.
He states, and you do. Your pupils are normal in the light from what he can see and your able to follow his finger. He shrugs.
"Have you drunk enough water?"
His eyes search yours. And judging by the way your expression turns sheepish he already knows the answer.
He states it like its the weather before going back to his book. And you just huff. Going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
And then it happens again. Your reassurance for things so tiny.
"Robby, ive got a pain in my back."
You murmur while making dinner at one point. He leaves the vegetables he was chopping to approach you from behind. Feeling around your back. When he presses against the area in the middle of your lower back you wince.
"When was your last cycle?"
He asks, his rumbling voice right by your ear as he focuses.
"Two weeks ago, if anything I'm ovulating."
You answer. He hums in thought before pressing down again and earning another wince.
"You've probably pulled something, did you pick something heavy up recently?"
And when you nod, he huffs out a laugh.
"Then your fine, sweetheart."
But this time made his curiosity grow. You'd gone to the bathroom and then he hears you approach. This time he's getting ready for work. Your always up early with him. He pulls on his scrub pants, and you look genuinely worried. He stops in his tracks to approach you. Cupping your cheek and tilting your face up. His eyes search yours. And its a miracle he doesnt laugh at your words, or even smile.
He blinks. As if trying to process it and not laugh. He'd dealt with patients with the most mortifying stories and treated them without even cracking a smile. But this almost breaks him. Yet the genuine worry in your eyes makes him pause.
"Have you taken any vitamins? Eaten anything with food dye in it perhaps?"
He asks softly, now sensing your worry. You shake your head softly before remembering something.
"Oh! I take a multivitamin. Ive had this before but its just so random."
The concern in your eyes makes his chest clench before, only in his scrub pants he leaves you there before striding to the kitchen and looking for your vitamins. While hes rummaging, he asks another question.
"Theres no burning? No pain, you feel fine?"
He asks. You stand at the doorway of the bedroom. Watching him. Another shake of your head.
"Thats why its so weird, I feel fine."
He finally finds your vitamins, reading the labels. Sure enough. There it is. Vitamin B2. Riboflavin. He actually smiles now. Holding up the bottle of vitamins like hes won a prize.
"Riboflavin, a famous vitamin that can make people's pee green."
He says it with such a proud smile that you laugh and feel the anxiety in your chest ease.
You ask, now embarrassed at how anxious you were about something so..miniscule. He shakes his head with a grin wide enough to make his crows feet wrinkle.
"Nope, your digestive system might have just digested it differently this time. Disposing of the vitamin and making you well...pee green."
He tosses the bottle onto the side before approaching you once more. Leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A fond glimmer in his eyes.
"My little hypochondriac."
He whispers softly, a small giggle slipping past your lips.
"Dont I annoy you with the constant worry about my health, all the questions?"
You ask. A hint of insecurity creeping into your expression. But he just appears genuinely amused.
"No, your like flashcards. Always keeping my medical knowledge on its toes."
Its a fond answer, one filled with warmth and love as he places a gentle kiss to your lips.
"Want me to check your heartbeat next, although that might be a little elevated from the panic?"
He teases and you playfully bat his arm. Scoffing at him.
"Hey, it might be a tiny problem to you. But to me? Im dying."
Theres a look in his eyes of something softer, but then far more amused.
"Good thing your boyfriends a doctor then, hm?"
He kisses your temple before leaving you in the doorway and heading back to where his scrub top lays. Pulling it over his head. Unable to tease you a little further. And you could swear your as red as a tomato.
"You want a pelvic exam while we're at it? The usual checkup too just to cover all bases?"
You cant tell whether hes being serious or not. But you'd be lying if the thought of him going into doctor mode to check you, examine you, doesnt make your thighs clench. But you just look..flustered. And perhaps take a mental note of actually doing that at some point.
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