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“He has a minor concussion but his nose is broken and a rib is cracked” Dr. Robbie said calmly and Yuna let out a breath of relief “but no hockey for the season, he will need physical therapy when he goes back to Canada but we want to keep him for a few days to monitor him” the man said and Shane spoke up “but... He's ok?”

“He will be-- good looking out for him” Ilya kept an arm on Shane's waist “he's a great player, I'm sure he will bounce back” Dr. Robbie said kindly and a young doctor walked “Dr. Whitaker here will be watching over his vitals, he's in great hands”

When (name) woke, he was high on morphine and glanced around “an angel...?” He giggled and Whitaker checked his vitals “nope, just a doctor” he said simply and (name) looked at him with such warmth and love “you’re pretty...” (Name) Mumbled and the man glanced at him “and your vitals are fine, I'll call your family to let them know you're up” he said softly and (name) grinned “you think I'm fine?” His words slurred but the flirty nature still very obvious.

“I think you need to lay down”

“I'll do whatever you want...”

When Whittaker left the room to go contact the family, apparently it already spread that a famous hockey player was trying to get with the phantom of the Pitt and when his family got there, (name) apparently tried to convince Ilya to buy the doctor roses “Ilya... My brother from another mother-- I gotta let him know I think he's got...” He explained and Yuna sighed “I am so sorry about this, he's never like this”

Whitaker just smiled softly and Shane continued “Hes a really good guy we promise-- he's usually pretty reserved”

“Where was this energy when I dragged you to club!” Ilya grumbled and Shane snorted “takimg him to a club was your first mistake” (name) wasn't paying attention to any of them, looking at Whittaker with love struck eyes “can I take you to dinner?” he asked so sweetly and the doctor to be sighed “heal up then we can talk” his words non committal but (name) Hollander let out an adorable “yippie!!” As Whittaker went over his vitals.

“So how's it goin’, cupid?” Santos teased and Whittaker sighed “really?”

“You have a smokeshow Canadian hottie that's falling for your mere gaze and you're acting like this is nothing... Unless you don't swing your way which totally get” Santos was trying to have more social awareness with her mouth, Whitaker shrugging “he's heavily medicated, he doesn't know what he's saying” as Dr. King wandered to them and adjusted her glasses “your lover boy bought the entire department lunch” she said with a small smile “pretty sure there's like 20 grand worth of food” and Santos damn near lost her mind laughing.

“So you really got that man chasing after you and you're doing nothing?” Nurse Diaz asked incredulously and Whittaker was ready to die and then Myrna appeared “hey handsome, the walking beef cake is practically crying for you to come back” she teased and yup.

He was ready to die from embarrassment.

When (name)s medication wore off, he wheezed in pain and hopes he would see the handsome doctor again, clear headed... He wasn't exactly sure what he did or said but he remembered there was an absolutely stunning doctor who be would like to be examined by “you're coherent” Whittaker said softly and (name) hummed “did I ask you to dinner?” He managed with a wheeze and Dennis clicked his pen and wrote down things on a chart “sure did”

“And... What did you say?” (Name) Was a lot more mild, less boisterous and his eyes warm “you're still determined, aren't you?”

“I'm... I'm uh not great with dating, I'm sure I probably made an ass out of myself plenty while drugged but I think you're really handsome and you seem cool-- god I fucked it up, didn't I?”

Whittaker wasn't used to flirting or anyone really noticing him like that let alone a hot hockey player who seemed like a kicked puppy “I never really dated, let alone a guy...” Whitaker admitted and (name) hummed “but the idea...?”

Whitaker was beet red, fidgeting with his pen and wrote something on a sticky pad before tossing it at him and storming out.

It was a phone number.

And (name) had the biggest grin before hissing in pain.

When he was released, he immediately texted Dennis and it was confirmed that he was off for the season but the other guy got suspended for said season.

Dennis occasionally checked his phone when he had a moment to breathe at work and Dr. McKay glanced at him “I hope you know, this is a safe space” her words genuine and kind and Dennis jolted slightly “everyone here has your back” her words made him feel warm and he nodded sheepishly “thanks, I don't really know how to pursue this-- he's like a solid ten and I'm-+’

“A doctor who clearly has something to make that man weak, don't doubt yourself he sees something you don't” she Pat his shoulder and the two resumed work but he felt lighter.

When he finally got home, he was exhausted and plopped into bed and pulled his phone

Dennis: hey, sorry was working

(Name):Don't even worry about it :)

Dennis: so how are you feeling? You took a nasty blow

(Name):Hurts like a bitch but I'll heal, had a hot Doctor help

Dennis bit his lip, he had stalked the man's social media and fuck.

He was hot.

(Name): I was wondering if I could take you out next time your free, causal

Dennis hesitated but remembered McKay's words and sighed.

Dennis: I don't work tomorrow

(Name) Was kicking his feet in his hotel room, grinning as best as he could with a fucked up face before quickly typing.

(Name): there was an Italian place by your hospital, 12pm?

Dennis: I'll be there.

“Holy shit” Dennis mumbled as he realized what the fuck he just did.

He had a date with a famous hockey player whom he learned from Robbie is apparently a beast in the game, the Hollander brothers were a terrifying duo on the ice and watching his games and seeing his photoshoots “how the fuck...” How he managed this was beyond him. He had no game, he was called an adorable wet rat by his co-workers!

“What do I wear?” He mumbled in realization and ran to his closet.

(Name) Was very pleased with himself when Shane came to check on him “and why are we smiling?” he mumbled and set pain meds and water beside the bed “I got a hot date with a doctor” (name) grinned and Shane snorted a laugh “the one you tried to fuck in the hospital?”

“Oh please, you can't act high and mighty Mr. Ten years of boning Ilya and still didn't realize you were gay!” He fired back “I was in highschool and could tell you were gay!”

“Wow, how strange that you died via smothered by pillow!” Shane said with fake annoyance and (name) huffed “so when are you guys going to the next game?”

“We leave tonight, remember?” Shane asked softly and (name) hummed, his memory a little wonky “right...” Clearly he was upset about not getting to play and Shane bit his cheek “hey, Harris already put stuff out and Luca and Ilya have already blasted Twitter to tell everyone they're going to destroy the ice and score the points you would have” (name) smiled sheepishly “of course they did...”

“Now rest up, can't be tired for your doctor's appointment!”

(Name) Was a bit nervous in the restaurant, his body hurt but he was not missing-- “oh god he's even hotter in casual clothes” he managed to get out and they locked eyes, (name) growing a bit self conscious of his injuries as the doctor analyzed him intently “you look good-- I mean not that you look-- you're healing well!” And there was that classic Whitaker anxiety, (name) smiling softly “you look good too...” he mumbled and watched the doctor seat himself across at the booth. “so how long are you in Pittsburgh?” Dennis asked awkwardly and (name) smiled “well I got time to kill since you know..” he gestured to his injuries “and I kind of wanted... To get to know you”

Dennis seemed a bit stunned at this, ears pink “so, tell me about yourself?” (name)s lips seemed to be questioning his own words and Dennis found it strangely sweet, he seemed to not want to make a total ass of himself like he did when he was high “well, I'm from Nebraska, I'm doing my residency here.. uh sorry I'm really bad at remembering things about me when asked” he admitted and (name) let out a soft laugh “it's fine, I guess I just gotta get to know you more naturally” (name) was smooth, it came with the territory of being media trained since he was ten “I'll go then, I'm 28, I have an older brother ten years older than me who has a husband and they're planning to adopt, I'm from Montreal but I got drafted by the Ottawa Centaurs out of the gate at 18, I wanted to go to university but hockey is my passion”

He thought for a moment before continuing “when I was little I wanted to be just like my brother- I did just that and my favorite colour is (colour) but people think it's (colour), oh and I didn't learn to drive till I was 23” he said happily and Whittaker absorbed the information, (name) was very upfront with who he was and what he was about clearly “and I'm looking for someone who stands on their own feet, I have had many exes who just wanted to be a hockey partner and never had drive... Seeing how committed and focused you were just- sorry I'm rambling” (name) said and a waitress came with water and menu’s and the two thanked her before looking it over.

(Name) Ordered (food) and water and Dennis seemed focused “I asked you out, I pay so pick what you want” he said calmly “like the department lunch?” Dennis mumbled and (name) tilted his head “...so that's why my bank called me” he mumbled and Dennis couldn't help but snort laugh “your family should have kept better track of your phone” he giggled and (name) felt love struck at how perfect he looked when he laughed.

He wanted to remember that laugh forever.

“So Nebraska, what did you do out there?” He asked and the blond shrugged “parents are farmers, multi generation and they helped me through university” he said softly and (name) hummed “you must be pretty strong” he said and Whittaker shrugged “sleeper build, I'm trying to get stronger to move patients and cpr” he admitted and (name) seemed awe struck “not gonna lie, that's so cool” he admitted and the other furrowed his eyebrows with a smile “I just hit a puck on ice, you're out here changing lives”

“You provide something important too, without joy and entertainment, what are we?” (Name) Never thought about it like that and but his cheek to hide his smile “that's a kind way to put it” he whispered as their food was set before them. “I rarely get to eat good food, I'm basically on a bird food diet” (name) admitted and Whittaker tilted his head “with the intense training I only get to eat not overly healthy food in the off seasons” he further explained and the man nodded with a mouth full of pasta before swallowing “At work, it's eat when you can- I keep granola bars under the nurses station”

“Fair, I'm glad you can get something in your system, god knows your job is anything but easy”

“Understatement of the century but it's worth it”

The two sat and ate, chatting about whatever came to mind and (name) only felt this calm with family, he was a private person by nature but with Dennis he just let his lips move, saying whatever came to mind and the other listened intently.

When the lunch was over, (name) didn't want to let him go... Something about Dennis was magnetic.

“Can I see you again?” (Name) Asked while they stood outside after (name) paid and Dennis smiled sheepishly, nervous energy in the best possible way “I pay next time”

“Is that the doctor's orders?” (Name) Teased and Dennis snorted “yes, now go rest!”

“Bossy, I like it” (name) chuckled and fixed Dennis's hair before his Uber came “let me know when you wanna see me next, I know hospitals wait for no one but... I can wait as long as you need me” he said seriously and got in.

And Dennis realized he was so screwed.

When Dennis went home, he still felt the warmth on his cheek from where the hockey player touched and his heart raced.

(Name) Was a lot nicer and gentler than he expected, watching interviews and he was distant and didn't really care for the questions... But with fans he seemed to have warmth and a gentleness. He didn't know-- he just thought (name) would be a lot more showy...

Maybe he had more to learn.

-

“Yeah, I'm staying here for a few months” (name) said to his mom on the phone “a little vacation, clear my brain-- yeah, I did go out with him... He's great” (name) admitted with the sweet voice Yuna knew well, the voice of someone already in love.

“Yeah, I'll call you later... Love you mom”

He laid on his bed in his hotel, maybe he should look into an apartment while he's here... He decided to stay here for the rest of the season and off season-- at least until Dennis got tired of him, he hoped he wouldn't.

He wanted to have something come out of this.

So he looked up apartments in the city, close to the hospital but not too close to seem weird.

-

When Santos got home from work, she immediately skirted to her roommates room “tell me everything!” She demanded and Dennis was wearing a loose hoodie and scrolling his phone in bed “was he good to you? An ass? What did you two do? Did you two kiss?”

“He was good to me, he's not an ass-- quite the opposite” Dennis said casually “he tips 25% minimum” he dropped and Santos made a face of excitement “ohohooo, you bagged a rich guy”

“He paid for lunch and-- he's so nice! We didn't kiss but I kind of wanted to but like” he made hand gestures that didn't fully make sense but Santos got it “he's perfect and you want to jump his bones?”

“Trinity!”

“Oh please, he's walking sex and I know you're a freak under that sweet puppy in the rain demeanour” the two were close, close enough to know every weird detail about each other's lives, turns out being a doctor doesn't make for a great social life “we both know you wanna bend him o-”

“Ok! I get it!” Whitaker said clearly done with this but not with any anger, it was just them so it was safe.

“If you need the apartment, let me know” she said simply and the man nodded and when he was alone, them thought of his... Interests and you with them.

He liked that.

A buff and tall hockey player with a collar and chain... Riding him, pathetic and pretty..

He would have to introduce that slow.

(Name) Didn't see Dennis for a few days, the man explaining he was working 12 hour shifts for the next few days and (name) wished him luck and proceeded to pout.

Couldn't play hockey, couldn't see him.

Well at least he had his “grandma hobby” as Ilya often put it, his knitting-- he couldn't knit much but he made great scarfs!

Standing up, he grunted in pain before going to take his medication and looked in the mirror... His abs bruised but the swelling was going down on his face, still ugly looking but... He could look at himself again.

Taking his pain meds, he waddled to the small couch and plopped before the television, it would be a few days before his apartment would be ready, he hired a home designer to make the apartment look warm, he never had an eye for those things.

Who knew, it might become his permanent residency... If Dennis allowed him.

He wanted to work at the doctor's pace, he worried he would scare him off.

A show played in the background while he knitted, he had to wait till tonight for the game.