day 1: confetti (wc: 382) // for @kingdonmicrofic // ao3
*
If he was being completely honest, Frank hadn’t wanted to come.
He knew that the invitation to Whitaker and Santos’ New Years Eve party was mostly out of pity; he was standing at the Hub, staring at the board (trying not to cherry-pick, but it was so slow, and if he had another patient with chest pains that turned out to just be an anxiety attack…) when Santos told Emma, “you have to at least stop by—pretty much everyone who isn’t working already said they’d come.”
Then her eyes slid to Frank, an uncomfortable curl in her lip, “You too, I guess.”
Say what you wanted about him—but Frank knew when he wasn’t wanted. (To be fair, he didn’t really want to ring in the New Year and another year of sobriety with Santos, of all people).
But when Mel turned her big eyes towards him in the locker room, cheeks already rosy as she bundled herself in a puffer, Frank knew there was no other option. He’d be spending New Years Eve with Mel…and Santos and Whitaker and apparently half of the ED.
“Nine!”
“I’m glad you came,”
Frank grinned down at Mel. She was pushed into his side, shoulders pulled together as the crowd pulsed around them. But, her eyes twinkled in the dim lighting. His fingers twitched against his plastic cup, half-filled with seltzer water. Frank wanted to reach out and pull her closer, into his bubble.
“Five!”
His words were earnest (too earnest? He couldn’t tell, distracted by the curve of her smile.) “I wouldn’t miss the chance to celebrate with you, Mel.”
It was the right thing to say. Her flush deepened as she dropped her gaze back to the floor. Even so, Frank could see the smile growing. A lick of warmth curled pleasantly in his stomach.
“One!”
Confetti and cheers exploded around them, but it was all muffled. The glitter floated around Mel, landing on her freckles, in her hair. Even in the chaos, she kept her gaze solely on him, steady as ever.
She shimmered in the confetti. His chest ached.
“Happy New Years, Frank.”
“Happy New Years, Mel.”
His resolution was crystal clear. This would finally be the year he asked Mel King on date and into his life (hopefully forever…but baby steps).
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day 1: confetti (wc: 382) // for @kingdonmicrofic // ao3
*
If he was being completely honest, Frank hadn’t wanted to come.
He knew that the invitation to Whitaker and Santos’ New Years Eve party was mostly out of pity; he was standing at the Hub, staring at the board (trying not to cherry-pick, but it was so slow, and if he had another patient with chest pains that turned out to just be an anxiety attack…) when Santos told Emma, “you have to at least stop by—pretty much everyone who isn’t working already said they’d come.”
Then her eyes slid to Frank, an uncomfortable curl in her lip, “You too, I guess.”
Say what you wanted about him—but Frank knew when he wasn’t wanted. (To be fair, he didn’t really want to ring in the New Year and another year of sobriety with Santos, of all people).
But when Mel turned her big eyes towards him in the locker room, cheeks already rosy as she bundled herself in a puffer, Frank knew there was no other option. He’d be spending New Years Eve with Mel…and Santos and Whitaker and apparently half of the ED.
“Nine!”
“I’m glad you came,”
Frank grinned down at Mel. She was pushed into his side, shoulders pulled together as the crowd pulsed around them. But, her eyes twinkled in the dim lighting. His fingers twitched against his plastic cup, half-filled with seltzer water. Frank wanted to reach out and pull her closer, into his bubble.
“Five!”
His words were earnest (too earnest? He couldn’t tell, distracted by the curve of her smile.) “I wouldn’t miss the chance to celebrate with you, Mel.”
It was the right thing to say. Her flush deepened as she dropped her gaze back to the floor. Even so, Frank could see the smile growing. A lick of warmth curled pleasantly in his stomach.
“One!”
Confetti and cheers exploded around them, but it was all muffled. The glitter floated around Mel, landing on her freckles, in her hair. Even in the chaos, she kept her gaze solely on him, steady as ever.
She shimmered in the confetti. His chest ached.
“Happy New Years, Frank.”
“Happy New Years, Mel.”
His resolution was crystal clear. This would finally be the year he asked Mel King on date and into his life (hopefully forever…but baby steps).
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