𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑎

| the waiting room smelled like dog piss. literally. earlier some old lady brought in an creature, cause that's the most fitting word, that appearently was a chinese crested dog. not that you thought that breed was ugly, if well taken care of they were adorable in your opinion but this one wasn't. he pissed in the corner, which the old lady explained was because of his age and definitely not because he wasn't spayed. the two poor vet students spend every free minutes trying to scrub the smell off but nothing was working. lovely atmosphere to say at least.

you worked as the main nurse in a small downtown veterinary clinic. theoretically, your life plan was to be a vet tech in a zoo but the pittsburgh zoo said that they have enough girls that want to pet their foxes. you wanted to treat their lions or elephants but fine, maybe if you get more work credit they will change their minds. choosing a smaller, private clinic seemed like the most peaceful idea. unfortunately downtown, more poor parts of the city were full of also lower class people that brought their pets in horrible state instead of for regular check ups. those people also always managed to start a fight about prices like you personally could do something about it. you've given up on trying to explain that regular vistis would be cheaper than bringing their pet almost dying on the surgery table.

because of that you usually avoided sitting in the reception but your last patient made you too tired to be back in the room again. a feral cat, mom freshly after giving birth was brought in alone by a middle aged lady. she probably thought she was doing her a favour. well, definitely should've considered that there might be some kittens hidden near the place she took the cat from. the cat was pissed and scared and you took it all on yourself, walking out with a set of fresh scratches all over your hands and a mental note to go visit that street and bring those kittens back to their mama. looking at her state, they definitely should still be drinking milk so finding them alive will be a miracle at this point.

you briefly closed your eyes after picking another phone call about an overheating dog that was simply just panting after running after a ball. if someone would ask you now what is your biggest dream you would probably say your bed. and maybe a fucking drink to it. you looked up at the clock and before you read the hour someone opened the door. there wasn't any appointments for now which meant emergency, which usually meant annoying owners.

instead of a annoyed old men your eyes landed at a not so annoyed but definitely tired (like life tired not running tired) woman. probably in her 30' maybe 40'?. her brown, slighty reddish hair was tied back leaving just some bangs on her forehead, the tight top and more baggy pants were enough to wake you up even more. it was rare that someone would genuinely catch your eye. yeah, okay maybe you slept once with a girl that had a very cool catathula leopard dog, that had to get his shots and to be brutally honest the best part of that one night stand was that she asked you take the dog on a walk and you had way more fun with him than with her. so you stopped looking for your future wife in the veterinary reception.

- his name is freddie and he keeps biting his feet - that was the first sentence the woman said with her gentle but raspy voice.

- freddie? i remember a guinea pig named freddie - you quickly glanced at your computer and yes, freddie had already few visits at this place mostly for very werid reason but usually it was a men signing up the papers.

- that's possible, usually it's my ex-husband brings him here, i hope it's not a problem

- completely not a problem, i'll need your name and surname and we can take him in - you smiled politely at her, hoping she doesn't notice the way your eyes were scanning her bare shoulders and chest. "ex-husband" means she is single right? and they just coparent a guinea pig?

- mckay, cassie mckay

mckay genuinely questioned if harrison would notice if the guinea pig changed his shape to a plushie. it was impossible how often this small thing got himself in fucking trouble. two weeks ago after this dumbass fell off his cage, harrison started to take him with him to cassie's house. she thought a solution will be putting the guinea pig cage on the floor, but no! now we will be biting our feet! she genuinely thought she couldn't hate her ex more after everything but getting harrison a pet that now was also her pet was completely the last straw. she was supposed to have a nice, cool, day off from the ER. sleep in, eat actual breakfast for once, pick up her kid from school and maybe go to the movies. instead, she got woken up with a scream because harrison saw bloody paw prints all over freddie's cage. so of course, she promised him to take the guinea pig to the vet.

she never visited the clinic before or, honestly ever any veterinarian clinic. mckay wasn't a pet person to be exact. imagine her surprise when she walked in to a pretty, white, clean, smelling a bit like dog piss, builiding and was greeted by such a pretty girl, probably in her late 20' sitting behind the desk and starring at the clock like it could personally save her life. she knew that fucking feeling very well. don't get me wrong, ER was her place but sometimes she really wished some shifts would end faster. her eyes couldn't help but fall on the tattoes poking under your tshirt, your messy hair barely holding in that ponytai, the fresh definitely hurting scratches on your arms and then your lips. cassie hoped you didn't notice that one.

- you should get those cleaned up - mckay said after you took the guinea pig to one of the rooms behind you and came back saying that it should be less than thirty minutes.

- oh - you stopped paying attention to the stinging from the scratches good few minutes ago - happens all time, it's fine

- yeah i bet, cats can be brutal - why the fuck was cassie making that small talk - but seriously, i've seen scratches like this get ugly infected

- you a doctor? - it was genuinely making your heart feel warm, warmer that it should that some random women was caring enough to notice that.

- i work in pittsburgh hospital - cassie send you a smile - er

- oh fuck, that's badass actually - now it was your turn to smile at her and you could bet 20$ her cheeks flushed at the compliment - well then if it's a doctor suggestion maybe you can help me with it?

shit, were you actually flirting with her right there? mckay brain short-circuited at that question but she quickly got herself back and followed you to the bathroom. at the end it was her suggestion so she shouldn't back up now right? and she had thirty minutes to spare while waiting for the fucking guinea pig anyway. maybe running errands in this time would be more productive than cleaning up scratches from a very pretty girl she didn't even now the name of but it's doctors duty!

mckay was so gentle with the small wounds that you barely felt it when she disinfected them. the conversation was flowing smoothly between the two of you, mainly about the suicidal guinea pig. she told you about her son and how freddie was her ex-husband idea. you never exactly expected to consider a date with a women that has a child but now you definitely did. and it was terrifying to think about looking at the fact that you knew her like 40 minutes maybe.

after cassie put a bandage over two of the worst cuts and also got to know your name, freddie was ready to be picked up. it was some kind of allergic reaction, that he got his shots for and a small bandage over his paw that honestly looked hilarious. both of you wouldn't mind if it took more time than it did but none of you had the courge to ask for eachothers number. mckay just paid for the visit and you joked to hopefully never see freddie again. she genuinely laughed and god her smile was so pretty. cassie thought exactly the same about you but instead of doing anything about it she took the guinea pig and left the clinic.

| - so i got her instagram, she doesn't have any pets but runs the vet clinic media and she definitely likes girls - javadi said walking towards mckay that was doing some stupid paperwork again.

- i didn't ask you to stalk her - cassie said not even lifting her eyes up from the computer screen.

- you said you liked her and she is single, also she was born in alabama and finished college there, interesting why she moved to pittsburgh, right?

- i just said she was pretty

- same thing, look she has a photo from a pride parade and she is-

fortunately or not so fortunately javadi's monologue got interrupted by huckleberry walking into the ER and screaming something about a patient with a harsh dog bite. interesting case, quite unusual in ER to be honest so mckay got up immediately to take it and escape javadi. little did she know she was walking into exactly what javadi had just been talking about. the day was pretty chill at the ER, not a lot of emergencies but unfortunately a lot of annoying people so cassie hoped to relax around that case.

two hours earlier you were given the leash of some stray a guy found in the park. strays weren't exactly popular in pittsburgh so you kinda smelled that the dog was chipped and just run away or that someone decided they didn't want him anymore. you were about to brutally find out why. he followed you on the leash pretty nicely, keeping his distance as he definitely was in distress and you knew well to respect it. you even waited with him for a second in the break room so the doctors could get a table ready, gave him water that he enthusiasticly drank and made a conclusion that he was in a pretty good shape. he was giving you the white eyes and licking his lips, whenever you would make eye contact with him but there were no signs of showing teeth or making any sounds so you just kept ignoring him.

everything went fucking down when you were supposed to pick him up. he was a size of a border collie so you kneeled and went to lift him up alone, you usually didn't need any help with that. the doctor was setting up the sedation and vaccinations he will probably need when you put your arms around him. probably it was a second but you saw in slow motion, how the dog turned his head around immediately showing his teeth and before you could get up or pull his leash the other way his teeth were biting deep into your arm. pulling or trying to pull your arm out was probably the stupidest decision you ever made, because his teeth sinked even deeper into your skin. of course, the doctor was already on the move, some random vet student even tried to help but it took crazy amount of time for the dog to let go. at this point blood was running everywhere, the wound was deep and huge after you tried to move your hand while still inside his mouth, your face was paler than the white walls and your vision started to go blank. someone called the ambulance but apparently everyone was busy in the center so one of the nurses drive you to the ER herself. they put a bandage over it but it was completely soaked red at the time you got there. maybe for good, at least the receptionist let you in immediately.

- okay, i'm doctor mckay and i heard you got bitten by a dog - cassie said walking into trauma eight, where you were lying down already under some morphine.

- hi to you too - you didn't even know how you managed to laugh but you did, seeing a familiar face in a place like an ER after you lost a pretty big amount of blood was really a hope-core.

cassie stopped in her tracks immediately, recognizing you very well. this time your hair was down and you got a new tattoe that still had second skin on it. your arm looked absolutely horrible but she still couldn't help her smile at your sight. she also got worried and finally understood why doctors never work on cases of people they know or care about. her logical thinking went out of the roof together with following the interview script. her first question was, what is your blood type because she was ready to do a life saving mission right there.

- with respect, i think i would be unresponsive if i would need a blood transfusion cassie - you laughed but honestly speaking you did think you will need one at some point.

- right, of course but you need some stitches

you nodded on that, at the end you were also a doctor and had some knowledge how to treat wounds. this one was particularly ugly but since you were stable it was also a perfect moment to teach students how to stitch bites like that one. mckay really fucking wanted to do it herself, to talk with you through it and maybe actually ask for your number if javadi was right about you being single. unfortunately, she had to keep it professional, advising the younger ones and thank got, you got the memo not to call her by her name infront of them. but she catched every look you send her and definitely said "gently" way too many times than necessary.

at some point a bigger case came into the ER and she had to leave you there under whose eyes? javadi. of course the younger girl connected your name to your instagram and cassie had no idea what she told you, but you were waiting next to the exit doors when she was finally free from the other trauma room. cassie made sure robby is not in sight and went towards you.

- they are sending you home? - she asked casually leaning against the wall.

- looks like it - you said, giving her that one specific look that almost screamed "ask me out" - doctor javadi is nice but put some note into my profile that i wanna be treated by you

mckay couldn't help but laugh at the idea of actually doing something like that. i mean, she wouldn't mind it.

- she tired you out with questions that bad?

- gave me some interesting informations for sure - your smile turner more into a knowing smirk and your eyes briefly landed at the older women's lips - won't assume they are true though

no need for any assumptions here. mckay pulled you gently but firmly into an empty hallway. you were pressed against the wall with her right in front of you, one of her hands was holding your waist and the other was leaning on the wall next your head. it took one sure look into her eyes and a small smile, for her lips to land on yours. she was rough but followed your peace, not pushing any further than you allowed to. you parted your mouth after she broke the kiss to get a breath and immediately kissed you again. you tasted like some strawberry water and a very light scent of cigarettes. one of her legs went between yours and she opened her eye's quickly to make sure you are not protesting in any way. you definitely fucking weren't, if anything, you kissed her even harder when her knees went higher to press between your legs.

thank god, harrison has that guinea pig.