Okay, how about something cute with Mckay x f!patient? Someone verbally accosts Dr. Mckay in the waiting room about how it's taking too long for him to be seen (he's got some small, non-life threatening injury). Reader says she'd love to hear his opinions on what he thinks the 'e' in ER stands for.
When reader is finally called back to be seen, I can see Cassie thanking her and cute flirting between the two of them ensues!
Cassie McKay x female!reader
summary: Cassie McKay was verbally accosted in chairs, but a kind patient defended her. This led to them getting to know each other better.
warnings: verbal abuse, crude language
You used your right hand to fan yourself, the other hand cradling your possessions as you sat in the waiting room of PTMC. It was the Fourth of July weekend, and you’d had a slight accident with a firecracker. It was quite embarrassing considering you were typically a very cautious person, but you were slightly inebriated and were distracted when the sparkler came into contact with your skin. You managed to Uber yourself to the nearest trauma center and found yourself waiting for about an hour by now since check-in. You normally would have lost your patience by now, but considering you had nowhere else to be and taking into account the holiday, you decided to sit back and wait like everyone else was.
You looked over at the older, overweight man who was sitting next to you. Sweat pooled above his brow as he huffed and puffed, mumbling nonsensical words under his breath. You rolled your eyes, switching your possessions into your other hand before continuing to fan at yourself for some cool breeze. “Hey! Hey, you, you’re a doctor!” The man called out, grabbing at the young lady walking by the two of you. Your eyes enlarged at his audacity. “I’ve been here for almost two hours and have yet to be seen. The fuck is going on back there?!” He snapped. You sat up straighter, readjusting your injured hand before using your free hand to pull him away from the young lady in scrubs.
Before the medical professional could speak, you spoke up for her. “Hey, asshole. Newsflash, but we’ve all been waiting for more than two hours. I’d love to hear your opinions on what the ‘E’ in ER stands for.” You said to the stranger. Eyeing her badge reel for a name, you finally landed on it. Dr. McKay. She wore a grey hoodie, black Nike sneakers, and her deepish red hair was pulled back into a tidy ponytail. She was cute.
Dr. McKay seemed to be breathless. She didn’t quite know what to say except thank you. “Thank you, uhhh, listen, I can assure you both that you’ll be seen as soon as possible, okay?” She said, offering the two of you a gentle smile before walking away. You smiled back, watching intently as she walked away from you, keeping your focus on the way her hips swayed till she’d disappeared into the Emergency Department.
Not long after the altercation between Dr. McKay and the patient beside you, you were called back. Dr. McKay and a nurse came and escorted you to a trauma room. You sat down on the crinkly white protective paper lying on the table and handed over your possessions to the nurse assisting with your case. “I, um, had a pretty shitty experience with a firecracker.” You told Dr. McKay. “Well, a sparkler. It burnt the palm of my hand.” You explained.
Dr. McKay nodded her head as you spoke. “I see. Well, hopefully it’s not too bad, and we can just apply some burn cream and get you out of here.” She said, smiling softly as she squirted some hand sanitizer into the palm of her hand, massaging it into her skin before gloving up. “Also, I uhm wanted to thank you for that out there earlier. You didn’t have to defend me. I really appreciate it.” She added, sitting down on the round stool, wheeling herself closer to you.
“Ohh, don’t worry about it… Dr. McKay.” You said, blushing when your calf brushed against her kneecap. “You guys don’t deserve to be treated like that at all.” You told her, wincing slightly as you opened up your injured hand so that she could assess the damage.
“Oh, you can call me Cassie if you’d like.” Dr. McKay told you matter-of-factly, her eyes scanning the burn blisters on your palm. “These look like second-degree burns,” Cassie observed, her hand cradling yours gently. “We’re going to wash it with saline and then put some burn cream on it before wrapping it up.” She explained to you.
“Okay… Cassie,” you said and cleared your throat anxiously. The tension between the two of you was quite evident and could be cut with a knife. “It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You asked her, watching the nurse prepare the saline wash and burn cream.
“Ohh no, not at all. The saline is pretty chilly; it might actually feel pretty good on those burns.” Cassie explained to you. You nodded your head as she laid your hand down flat before beginning to pour the saline solution over your hand slowly as not to make a mess. “Is that okay?” Cassie asked, smiling slightly once she saw you nod your head ‘yes’. “Good.” She murmured, moving onto the burn cream. Cracking open the bottle, she squeezed some of the ointment out onto her gloved hands and gently rubbed it into your palm.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have such gorgeous eyes?” You asked Cassie randomly, trying your best not to flinch at her rubbing your burnt palm. Cassie chuckled at your compliment, her cheeks turning light pink as she de-gloved her hands.
“Uhhh, no, no one has,” she told you. “But thank you. I appreciate that.” She said, wheeling her stool away from you momentarily so that the nurse could wrap your hand up in gauze.
Once the nurse wrapped your hand, she excused herself from the room. Cassie clapped her hands together, smiling kindly at you. “Well, you’re good to go now. I’ll send you home with extra burn cream. All you’ve gotta do is keep the wound clean and wrapped with a little bit of this on it.” She instructed, tapping the tube of ointment. “Also, uh, I know I’m not supposed to do this because it’s considered unprofessional, but I was wondering if I could give you my number as well.” Cassie asked, her eyes darting between your hand and your eyes.
Immediately, you beamed, your posture straightening up and your body leaning forward into her personal space. “Yes, of course, you can,” you told Cassie, watching her as she scribbled down her phone number onto your paperwork.
“Great, I look forward to hearing from you soon.” Cassie said to you. She handed you your packet of paperwork and belongings bag before excusing herself from the room. You exhaled deeply, smiling to yourself as you looked over her phone number written down beside her name with a few small hearts and a smiley face drawn near it. Ohhh, she most definitely was going to hear from you soon.
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