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Typically Jack would be at work right now. In fact only a few hours ago he was in the thick of the pitt, caring for an unusual overnight rash which almost certainly had to involve bedbugs if their nibbled skin had anything to say about it. Some steroids for the allergic reaction and a recommendation to hire an exterminator were ordered when he tried to make his way to the next patient. However Jack found himself intercepted by one Samira Mohan who had that determined look in her eyes that he knew meant she was in a nonnegotiable mood. Apparently his gait was off, he’s been wincing for 3 of the 5 hours he’s been here, AND he’s been doing the thousand yard stare far more than flirting. Of course Jack tried to argue against this but she may as well have told him to “go the fuck home” with her eyes alone. One sneered lip and he knew it was a lost cause. So now he’s home, in bed tossing and turning as he tries to convince his internal clock that “yes, NOW we sleep”. It was about as successful as expected, even given his attempts at making the perfect old man nest. Tv on, radio prepped, pillow under his foot, hands tucked to his stomach. It should’ve been ideal but he was still twitchy. He’d been twitchy a lot lately, the reappearance and possible reestablishment of a relationship he thought long gone was splitting his mind in two. One half was the battlefield medic sewing up muscle and skin while the other was the young soldier who nipped at Y/N’s coattails hoping for just a minute alone. The mere thought caused a lurch of heat into Jack’s lower body, making him clench his fists. Not helping. He needed to either knock himself asleep with some pills or find some other way to tire himself out... Fuck it, why the hell not. It’s not like he’s been giving much aid to his more primitive desires lately. No dates, no hookups, barely any flirting, he’s wound up, maybe a little personal indulgence will- okay no more platitudes, he needs to jerk off, plain and simple. One hand slipping under the band of his boxers, Jack sighed as he let the tension roll off his shoulders. Clearing his head from all of tonight’s worries and… letting go. Small pinpricks of pleasure trail his fingers as he slips them around his shaft, eyes shuttering closed at the feeling. - “Jesus-” “Nope just-” “Don’t even finish that sentence” Jack’s snicker bounced off the walls only to be quickly silenced by Y/N’s lips on his. The dense springs of the cot mattress dug with all their might into Jack’s spine, as if to tear each vertebrae apart. Not that it mattered as their hips met in a steady roll. Jack let his nails dig into Y/N’s hips, dragging down to slip off the other man’s cargos. 

- 

Of course this is where his mind would go. Back to him, where everything seemed to nowadays. Jack’s hand now formed a light fist, stroking upward in a slow but smooth motion. If he pitched his fingers just right it would feel like-

-

Y/N’s head was nestled between Jack’s legs, nose nudging against his cock as hot breath made his skin burn. Jack had tried to grip at Y/N’s hair but the other man had opted for one of those stupid militant buzzcuts, forcing him to palm at the gripless stubble. The grin on Y/N’s face told Jack he was thinking the same thing, but feeling an awful lot more cheeky about it. Jack couldn’t help his sneer, shoving the other man’s head down hoping to hide his smile only to be startled by the wet feeling of tongue. Y/N’s lips parted around his balls, letting the faintest hint of teeth nip at the skin. The licks trailed up slowly, moving along his shaft but never to the tip. Jack’s toes curled with every tease, feeling his patience shrinking thinner and thinner. 

“Relax Jack, you’re too tense” “I’d be less tense if you’d stop fucking around” Another quick nip.

“Sounds boring, isn’t that all we do?”

By technicality yes, but… Jack felt a lurch in his chest. They’d been doing this dance for a few years now. Meet up, talk about the women they got with while they were apart, then fill in the missing gaps of their desire. Over and over, like a dance which had only grown clumsier in time. It’s just messing around. That’s all it is. Y/N’s tongue flicked against the head of Jack’s cock, redirecting his attention. 

“Don’t get soft on me, focus” Jack sighed. “I’ll focus when you give me something to pay attention to” Y/N grinned, a tight crinkle around his eyes Jack could’ve sworn looked more pained than happy. He almost felt like apologizing if it weren’t for the other man leaping forward, silencing him with a wet kiss as his hands gripped at Jack’s face. His own hands slid down Y/N’s sides, tugging their hips into another roll. Focus on the now, it’s just sex.

Y/N’s fingers trailed down, fitting both their shafts into his warm palm. Each roll of their hips heightened the sensation as Jack desperately licked into his mouth. A slight tilt to his fingers and Jack knew he was already near the edge. As embarrassing as it was to cum quick, it was just another part of their routine. When you only had short bouts of time together there’s nothing more achingly painful than leaving blue balled and at the whims of your imagination. Reaching a quick peak was the only way to avoid the humiliating walk of shame back to your room. However right now Jack knew for a fact no one would be looking for them. Everyone on this damn ship was sharing a “private moment” in light of their new deployment. They had tonight to rest, recover, and get out all those pent up feelings before vanishing by morning. Jack supposed most men on board were probably dealing with their issues either with a woman or by themselves, unlike himself. He gripped Y/N’s hips, holding him in place. Jack found himself quickly levelled with an unimpressed stare. “Hey- Jagoff, I thought you said no teasing?”

- 

Jack’s hand had found a steady motion, now slightly slick with spit and pre. He tried to keep the core of the memory in focus. Just the pleasure and sex, no need to focus on anything else. Especially not the deployment. Definitely not the deployment.

He ground his teeth, increasing his pace to keep his mind from wandering. He needed to focus-

- 

Jack didn’t remember them flipping places, but he was far from upset. Grinding down damn near violently, as if hoping to fuck a hole between them. Without lube or any prep, neither were willing to go through the hassle of dealing with the aftermath, but that didn’t negate their desire. The aching springs cried in protest, whimpering no different than the man beneath him. He honestly felt surprised the cot hadn’t broken in two already. Y/N’s forearm was crushing Jack’s neck, but he didn’t care, too engrossed in trying to hold off his orgasm. The legs wrapped around his hips made it all the more difficult, growing more tense with each thrust. Still he held on, picturing a myriad of images to stop his completion. Jack couldn’t let himself go first, not after Y/N had so proudly boasted about the last lay he had. She was lovely, wide hipped and strong, flexible beyond all belief with a melodic voice which sang as she came. Much prettier than Jack ever could be, more plush, and infinitely safer too. Maybe Y/N hadn’t said that last bit, but he knew it was implied.

Sweat streaked down his face, dripping onto Y/N’s heaving chest. It seemed he was doing the same, staving off his orgasm to keep them trapped in this dance until one of them finally snapped. Unfortunately for him, Jack wasn’t in the mood to lose, sucking up every ounce of feeling as his hips continued to work. So much for not being sore in the morning.

Jack heard it before he felt it. A sharp gasp, sucking in air like a drowning man until the sound faded out into a grovel. Y/N’s cum splattered along Jack’s stomach, a slew of curses slipping out of the man’s mouth. Success. Dropping all control and focus, Jack joined in his pleasure. Body trembling like his muscles were trying to jump out of his skin. He let his head dip, fitting their lips together once more as their bodies shuddered to a stop. 

Jack leaned back, letting himself get a good view at the blissed out man beneath him. Puffy pink lips and rosy eyes staring back with a mix of frustration and relief. 

“Asshole”

His laugh came out crunchy as he peeled back from the sticky mess between them, landing on his side. Y/N’s fingers gripped the short wisps of hair on Jack’s nape, just hard enough to sting. 

“Seriously, you’re an ass” 

Despite his mocking tone, the corners of Y/N’s lips fought tilting upwards. No ounce of malice, like always, just spouting impotent venom. 

“I’m your favorite ass”

“I wouldn’t go that far”

That faded lurch in his chest reemerged to crawl up into Jack’s throat. He desperately wanted to ask if he meant it, if Y/N really didn’t think their time together was all that important. But what a shit time to do it, neither of them were even cleaned up yet and his muscles were still twitching. 

“Don’t make that face, I’m kidding I’m kidding” 

Shit, he didn’t mean to make any face. Jack tried to fix the smile back onto his lips, making a show of rolling his eyes. Y/N’s fingers gripped his hair once more, keeping Jack tilted towards him despite his wiggling. 

“Jackie-” “Listen, I’ve been thinking-”

-

Jack tried to keep his strokes up to pace, riding his pleasure only to feel that familiar pit form in his chest. No, not this part, the memory needed to end here. Fighting against his own thoughts, Jack tried to reign it in, abandon the inevitable ending they always shared. He just needed a few more seconds, just a couple more strokes and- -

“I just have a bad feeling about this deployment” “Yeah, because it’s war, of course you’re gonna feel on edge-” “I mean it! No prep, no meeting, just an announcement over speaker? We may as well be walking into a minefield” “That’s just how this works, man. They point we shoot, wha- why the hell are you so up in arms about this. What happened to ‘not giving a fuck what happens’ huh?” Y/N’s voice gave a light tremble, one he desperately tried to ignore as Jack continued. “I’m just saying, I think- I think we should consider other options”

“Other options- the fuck do you think, they’re just gonna let us not go because we don’t feel like it anymore? Come on man, grow up”

Jack couldn’t help but grind his teeth, feeling each nerve with the pressure. 

“I don’t think we should tell them anything”

Y/N looked up at him with eyes crazed. “Jack-” “I think you and I-” “Jack-” “Should get out of here, find somewhere else-” “JACK-”

“To be together-” Y/N’s hand slapped over Jack’s mouth, holding it closed as his shoulders shook. The sudden silence was sickening, almost as much as the terror filled tension in Y/N’s face. He stared at Jack as if he had just suggested blowing this whole damn place apart with them in it, which honestly he may as well have. -

No. The answer was always no.

No matter how Jack tried to phrase it, no matter how he tried to make the idea seem as cush and comfort as possible, Y/N always said no. No us, no we, no leaving, no living together, no nothing. What they did was for tension and relief only no matter how much Jack knew they both wanted it to be different. They weren’t like that… and even if they were the danger outweighed whatever momentary happiness they could grasp. 

Jack’s head thumped against his headboard as he let go of his cock, already softening without release. All previous pleasure had faded, melting away into a melancholic miasma which choked his airways. He tried not to wince at the ache now throbbing at the back of his skull. 

That memory in particular was one of the worst. Their fight was nothing unfamiliar but Jack was right, something bad did happen on that deployment. Only around a week in Y/N would be making a tourniquet on the remains of Jack’s calf, screaming for another medic to stop the bleeding. 

“One day after the other,” Frank whispered the mantra to himself. It wasn’t a clever or complicated mantra, something probably a billion people said daily. Still, you were one of those people who said that every day in rehab, so Frank got used to hearing it. After some time, he was also saying that whenever something felt complicated, frustrating, or when his sobriety was tested.

Frank finished wrapping up a patient for surgery, and Doctor Garcia was escorting the man upstairs. “You did great, keep it up,” Robby spoke, giving Frank a pat on the shoulder and a thumbs up. Frank crossed his arms over his chest and watched the TV in front of the nurses' hub, looking for any emergencies, but nothing major seemed to pop up, so he decided to sit down and catch up on some of the charting he was already late on.

Langdon grabbed his phone and opened the chat with you, “Hey buddy. How are you doing? Haven’t heard from you since your fight with your mom yesterday. Call me if you need anything,” Frank sent the text and took a deep breath. “Also, if you need a place to cras,h let me know, I’ve got a spare bedroom,” Frank added and turned his attention to the computer.

You guys became inseparable in rehab. You were both there for each other during the worst and best moments. You guys still met on a weekly basis at the group therapy sessions, but last night, you called him crying. Apparently, you had gotten in a fight with your mother, she was not accepting of your sexuality, and she thought that rehab had also cured you from being gay.

Frank stayed with you on the phone for almost an hour until you calmed down, but since you hung up the phone, he hasn’t heard from you, and that was slowly driving him insane. Yes, Frank knew you were a grown-up and didn’t need a babysitter, but he also knew how important it was to have a support system after rehab, and your mother was denying you that.

The doctor checked his phone one last time before he was pulled into another trauma. A woman had been crushed inside a Home Depot after one of the gondolas fell on top of her, needles to say, the case was a complete mess, and she needed to be patched up a lot before she was able to be transferred to the OR.

Langdon went back to the nurses' hub and rested his hips against the counter, taking a second to stretch his back and check if you had answered any of his texts. “Who are you talking to?” Dana asked as a soft grin decorated her lips, “Me? No one,” Frank said

“Are you sure? I’ve seen you checking your phone a dozen times and looking disappointed every single time. Is someone ghosting you?” Dana inquired. “Nah, a friend of mine was having some problems at home, and now he isn’t answering m,e” Frank explained, but the Nurse’s phone started ringing, and Dana picked it up.

“Shit, we have a possible Overdose incoming, two minutes away,” Dana spoke up, and Robby materialized behind Frank. “Alright, I got it. Can you assist? Are you okay with it?” Robby asked, “Yeah, it’s fine.” Frank spoke, and the duo ran towards the ambulance bay, putting on gloves and disposable scrubs.

The paramedics stormed inside the building, one of them was performing CPR on the patient, and the other one was bagging him. “Male, late 20’s, was found overdosing in a club downtown. We gave him two shots of Narcan, and it seemed to work, but he went into cardiac arrest midway to the ER.”

“Let’s start with one of epi and keep massaging him,” Robby spoke, and Frank nodded, grabbing the medication while Perlah and Princess placed the IV’s. Frank administered the drug directly to the male’s vein and saw a tattoo he knew all too well.

“Shit, (Y/N)?” Frank basically screamed, “You know him?” Robby inquired, “Yeah, we went to rehab together…” Frank trailed off, looking down and dropping the syringe inside the contaminated trash can.

“We have a pulse,” Javadi spoke. “Not anymore,” The young doctor spoke as your heart went into atrial fibrillation. “Charge to 300 joules,” Robby ordere,d and Frank helped Perlah cut off your clothes.

Robby delivered two shocks, and a steady rhythm was found. Frank finally was able to breathe and exited the trauma room hastily, feeling his throat tighten. Langdon ran inside the bathroom and slammed his hands against the sing swallowing the scream and the tears he violently wanted to let out.

“Frank, I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was your friend. I’d never call you to join me if I knew.” Robby spoke scrathing the back of his head and avoiding eye contact. “It’s not your fault, Robby. Is that bitch he calls a mother, she threw him on the street after he came back from rehab still gay” Frank scoffed. “As if that was a problem at the beginning. Of course, the rope always snaps at the weakest en,d and he went back to using” Frank complained.

“He seems to be stable. We will keep him under observation for a while, but maybe you should be there for him? I’m not sure,” Robby said, scratching his chin.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Frank agreed. “Good, I’ll tell Dana to let you know when he wakes up.”

Langdon and McKay switched spots, despite hating triage. Frank’s head wasn’t in the game, so he opted to stay with less critical patients until he had any news on you.

Two hours later, Dana appeared by the door of the room Frank was in with a soft smile, and Whitaker was right behind her. “Dr. Whitaker will take over for me okay, Mrs. Evans?” Frank spoke, getting up faster than he planned, and was by the doorstep in a second. “He is in south twelve,” Dana said, and Frank marched towards that room.

“… we can offer a few options for rehab programs, the social worker can also stop by if you’d like.” Robby was talking to you as Frank walked inside the room. “Y/N? I’m so relieved you are okay,” Frank said, entering the room.

You had both your knees pressed against your chest and rested your chin on top of them. You were paler than usual, your lips were cracked and dried up, and you felt broken inside, not only because of what your mom said, but for relapsing. If that wasn't enough, probably the only person who ever cared about you just witnessed that and saw how pathetic you were.

“Frank?... get out.” You spoke without thinking ,hiding your face. “Y/N, it’s me, there is no need to…” Frank’s sentence was cut off by your scream, “I SAID GET OUT!” You screamed and started crying, “Come on, love.” Dana spoke, guiding Frank outside.

“He really is worried about you,” Robby spoke to you. “I know, and that’s the worst part. He is fine, he got over his addiction, and I cannot be dragging him back into this shit storm.” You spoke in between tears. “Y/N, I know Frank, so you can believe me when I say this, you don’t have to push him away. He had his issues, we all have, but right now he can help you, and you should think about it,” Robby advised, and you took a deep breath. “I don’t want to make him sick,” You cried out.

“You won’t make him sick, and I think you might need him,” Robby said. “Yeah, you’re right…” You trailed off, “Can I send him in?” Robby asked an you nodded yes shyly.

Frank was picking his own skin right outside the room and looked up at Robby with his puppy eyes when the attending exited the room. “Go on, just take it slow, he is sensible,” Robby said, and Frank smiled. “Thank you”.

Langdon got inside the room and saw you crying with your face in your hands. Frank sat on the bed and pulled you into a hug. You cried out everything you had been holding on to during the last few days, and Frank caressed your hair and was there for you in silence, exactly what you needed.

“You are coming home with me today. I’ll fix us a hot meal and check my cupboards for Lemon tea. I’ll help you through this, as you helped me when we were in rehab together.” Frank spoke, and you felt like a piano was removed from you back, you had no idea where to go after you were discharged, and you weren’t brave enough to ask Frank to use his spare bedroom.

“Thank you.” You spoke, pulling away from his torso and drying your tears.

“I have to finish some stuff up and follow up with the night shift crew, and then I’m off the clock. I have some spare clothes here and will bring them to you. After that, we can go home,” Frank spoke, and you only nodded shyly.

~ X ~

Frank’s clothes felt big on you, but you didn’t complain. The drive back home was pleasantly silent. You rested your head against the car window and watched the soft drizzle that fell from the sky, making you feel more relaxed.

You guys had some Spaghetti and meatballs, the only thing Frank could cook, and the doctor led you to your room.

The room Frank now called your room had a big window facing the city, and after the hot shower you took, you sat by it enjoying the view. “Hey there,” Frank spoke, leaning against the doorstep. The man was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and looked tired.

“Hi,” You spoke back, forcing a smile. “What are you doing still up?” He asked “It’s midnigh.t” Frank adde,d “Oh shit, I… that’s not possible, we just had dinner, and I sat here to look outsid.e” You spoke confuse,d “I think you dissociated for a bit.” The doctor walked closer to you.

“Sorry, Frank,” You said, “It’s fine, why don’t we lie down, and I keep an eye on you?” Frank suggeste,d and you nodded desperately yes. He got into bed and fluffed the pillows for you and for him.

Frank was sitting in the waiting room of PTMC for almost an hour. He wanted to be early to his first day back, but only realized how early he was once he got to the hospital and saw the night shift working nonstop. Frank adjusted his cap, sat down in one of the empty chairs, grabbed his phone, and started dumb-scrolling across his Instagram feed.

After what felt like an hour, Frank checked the time on his phone and saw that only twenty minutes had passed. The doctor sighed and went from Instagram to his messages looking for your chat. It wasn’t a hard task since you were one of the only people he had talked to in the last few months.

“Just arrived at the hospital, maybe a bit too early…” Frank typed and sent the message “Anyways, any plans for today? I’ll probably be too tired after my shift, but I’m still down for takeout and watching the game over some alcoholic free bears at my place.” Frank sent the second message and already started typing the other one. “Or at your place, I don’t mind, whatever is easier”.

The messages were delivered, but you always slept in until a bit later, in rehab you always were the last one to wake up and the first one to go to sleep, truly it was a defining trait of your personality to love to sleep and Frank knew that all to well, so when he wasn’t immediately answered by your he got frustrated again and got up to go to the bathroom and throw some water in his face.

Frank wouldn’t admit to anyone but you and his therapist, but after the rehab program, his main fear was to freeze without the benzos keeping his brain chill. The male was known for being anxious all the time and hyperactive, so besides the nice feeling the benzos gave him, they also helped him manage his anxiety. Now, without any ounce of drugs in his system, his anxiety was allowed to take over him.

Frank got inside the bathroom, and he turned on the water, tossing it over his face. He could get inside and use the employee bathroom, but meeting the morning shift crew was already going to be humiliating and very anxiety-inducing, so having to also meet the night shift staff on the same day was something he wanted to avoid, if possible.

Back in his chair, Frank kept switching in between Instagram, Candy Crush and his conversation with you “You know, If I was dying I’d alrealy be dead and you would still be in your pretty princess sleep” Frank texted and went back to Candy Crush, partially irritated because you didn’t answer him, but also because he reached an impossible level at the stupid game and lost three matches in a row.

Once the night shift was finally over, Frank headed inside the ER and walked directly to the on-call room located in the back of the ER. It was seldom used, so he knew he would have privacy to change into his scrubs without everyone looking at him and judging the drug addicted criminal doctor.

Frank saw his phone buzzing on top of the bed he had placed his stuff to get changed, and unlocked it. “Luckly you are in a hospital, so if you were dying, that’s the perfect place to be.” Your first text was accompanied by some laughing emojis. “Besides, I’m a banker, what exactly would I do if you were dying? File a mortgage in your name? Probably get a loan in your name before official records showed you were deceased lol” The second text read, and Frank could perfectly hear your unapologetic and sarcastic tone saying that to him.

“Anyways, I’m down for alcohol free beers and watching the game at your place. I’ll bring a pizza Tho. Cannot quit drugs without carbs,” You joked, and Frank laughed at the last message, “I have too many student loans, you’d get a maximum of 5 dollars with another loan in my name.” Frank answered the text with a smile plastered on his face, waiting for your response was worth it. “Pizza sounds great, see you later,” The doctor sent and placed the phone in the pocket of his scrub.

Frank left the on-call room and left his bag inside his locker on his way to the Nurse’s hub with a smile still plastered on his face, “Happy to be back, kid?” Dana asked, “Yeah, something like that.” Frank spoke, being back was surely making him happy, but the chat with you also played a big part in it.

“Good, glad to see you’re better,” The nurse in charge said and left, walking towards some fire she had to put out. Frank saw Robby using the computer in one of the charting stations and walked closer to the attendant. Robby’s face got a bit paler, and Frank gulped, feeling his smile fade away a bit. “Hey, Robby,” The resident spoke. “Dr. Langdon, hello. You’ll be in triage today,” Robby spoke. The phrase seemed rehearsed and emotionless, as if Robby had been preparing for it months in advance.

“Triage? Are you sure? I’m fine to get back and get my hands dirty,” The resident spoke. “I need you in triage. Dr. Whitaker is helping me with traumas today, thank you.” Any trace of Langdon’s smile was long gone. Frank dragged his feet to the triage and grabbed his phone on his way there.

“I was put in fucking triage” The doctor complained and the three points indicating you were typing popped up on screen “I have no idea what that means, once again, I’m not a doctor Frankie” You sent back and Frank rolled his eyes “It’s like a stupid place to take care of minor injuries, throw dumb stiches and take care of house burns. It’s not emergency medicine is just a glorified clinic,” Frank explained, sitting inside one of the exam rooms and calling the next patient. Despite hating working in triage, Frank still took the best care of the patients, making sure every claim and complaint was looked at and taken care of before moving on to the next case.

“I see… sorry for that. I guess your boss is trying to ease you back into work. Baby steps, remember? Just like in rehab, it’s a process to get back their trust” You sent the text and Frank started to see the situation as you painted it and not as his anxious and pessimistic brain wanted him to see “If it makes you feel any better, I just fell from the stairway inside the bank spilling my coffee everywhere” You added trying to cheer your fried up, attached to the message a photo of you white shirt and blue tie, both, covered in dark-brown coffee.

“Shit, are you okay?” Frank asked a bit worried, “Yeah, nothing some ice can’t take care of. Gotta go, though, I have a meeting in ten.” You texted and ran upstairs to one of the conference rooms. “Kay, take care,” Frank texted back and kept calling patients to one of his exam rooms.

The following cases went smoothly, until Whitaker took over a benzo prescription Frank was making to Louie. It wasn’t intentional, but Frank felt personally offended and stormed out of the room towards the bathroom to get a few seconds in silence.

“How are you holding up?” You texted him after your meeting was done, “Not great. I’m not sure if I can handle this place without being under the influence.”

“A younger doctor just took over a prescription I was making, and now I feel even more stupid. What if Robby told everyone to keep an eye on me? What if he told them not to let me alone next to drugs? Shit, I hate this. Frank sent the text, and a call from you immediately popped up on the screen.

“Frank, take a breath, okay? You are fine, stop thinking about “what ifs” and focus on what is concrete. Did the doctor deliberately rake over your prescription? Was it something intentional, or was he also working the case?” Your voice of reason echoed from the phone, and Frank started breathing rhythmically again. “Yeah, he was the one taking care of Louie, actually. I just went in to prescribe a few pain medications, but his tablet was already logged in the system, so I think he could do it faster.” Frank spoke.

“Great, I’m not telling you to let them read you for filth, but take a second to think about what is upsetting you and check if it was intentional. Anxiety makes us think we are the centre of everything wrong with the world.” You comforted Frank, and the doctor smiled, “Thanks, I needed this, thank you for being here.”

“How many times were you there for me, Frank? We are bonded for life, buddy.” You added, “I gotta go, call or text me if you need anything.”

“Yeah, you too, I’m here for you,” Frank spoke, “I know you are,” you added, and hung up the call.

The rest of the shift went by quicker than expected, and that was a great thing. Despite being in triage all day, Frank felt drained and wanted to get home as soon as possible.

“You did well today,” Robby spoke simply at the end of the shift, placing the tablet back at the charging station. “Thanks, I’m trying.” Frank spoke, “We’re having a few beers at the park, wanna join?” Robby asked, “Thank you, but I’m clean.” Frank spoke, and Robby’s face dropped. “Yeah, right, sorry. Good night,” Frank waved the morning shift goodbye and went to the parking garage to get his car.

Once home, Frank jumped inside the shower and got into comfortable and warm clothes, a pair of grey sweatpants, and an old hoodie from his college. The man cracked a beer while waiting for you and sat on his sofa, elevating both feet on the coffee table.

You knew he kept a set of spare keys under his doormat, so you knelt, juggling your backpack and a pizza box in your hands. Once you managed to grab the keys, you opened the door and met Frank on the couch, drinking a beer. “Hey,” You said, simply closing the door and throwing the key in the bowl at the foyer.

“Sup’” Frank said simply, you placed the Pizza at the coffee table, dropped your bag at the empty chair by Frank, and went to the kitchen grab a beer for you. Once you sat by Frank on the sofa, you pressed the cold bottle against your forehead and used your other hand to remove the blue coffee-stained tie from your neck. That thing had been annoying you the entire day.

“Shit, it wasn’t just a fall” Frank said, grabbing your hand and moving it away from the big hematoma on your forehead with a small cut on top of it. “You tell me.” You spoke, removing your blazer and unbuttoning your left sleeve, exposing a large bruise and the worst wound dressing Frank had ever seen wrapped around the forearm.

“Dammit (Y/N), you should’ve gone to the hospital,” Frank said, getting up and using his phone’s flashlight to check your pupils. The doctor grabbed your hand in between his hands and moved it around, checking for other bumps.

“I’m fine, besides, after nine months out of work, I couldn’t provoke HR like that” You joked pressing the beer against your forehead again “Why don’t you hit the shower and change into something better than that suit? I’ll prepare some clean bandages for your arm” Frank spoke and you got up walking towards your backpack and grabbing the clothes you brought to change into.

“Alright,” You spoke simply and walked inside the guest bathroom, turning on the shower.

After a long warm shower, you sat at the couch and allowed Frank to work in your left arm while you enjoyed a slice of pepperoni pizza with the other arm.

“You’re all set,” Frank said, and you smiled. “Thanks, man.”

“Just in time for the game,” Frank said and grabbed a piece of Pizza laying back in the sofa.