Dana x Female (Doctor) Reader
In terms of offering advice about Matteo, perhaps Dana can relate more than she initially expected
The ER bustled around you. You had been shown around by your new boss, Dr. Robinavitch, and were now standing at the nurse’s station.
“This is the most important person you’re going to meet today: Dana, your charge nurse.” You extend your hand over the counter and meet the smile of a beautiful older woman. She takes your hand, shaking it.
“Charmed. Hopefully you’ll fit in well here. We need another strong doctor to help out in all this chaos.”
You could tell she was a woman used to being on the move. As she was talking, she was scanning her iPad and took a step backward…straight into Perla, who was holding a hot cup of coffee. The steaming liquid flew out of the cup and went straight down the back of Dana's scrub top.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” The iPad slipped from her hands.
“Dana, I’m so sorry, let me help…”
“I’m fine! I’ve got it!” She snapped heading towards the break room. The sound of something clattering off a cart caught your attention, and you noticed Dana rubbing her hip. Had she run into it?
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Dana sighed as she slipped into a clean scrub top from the scrub exchange. How had she backed right into Perla? And then into a crash cart while trying to escape the scene? She knew that ER like the back of her hand, breathed in the same rhythm as the hustle and bustle…and of course, it had to happen in front of the cute new doctor. What a first impression.
She took her coffee soaked top towards the sink in the breakroom and pumped a little bit of soap onto it. Once the water was on, she leaned closer to scrub it.
“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were…”
At the sound of your voice, her head snapped up, catching on the edge of the cabinet. “Fuck.”
“Okay.” Your voice trailed off as you approached her, gently taking the wet scrub top and setting off to the side on the counter. You turned her, and reached towards her head. “May I?”
She closed her eyes, and exhaled in frustration. “Yeah. Go ‘head.”
You gently tilted her head down and examined the area where she hit her head. “No bumps or bruises. Any headache?”
Dana opened her eyes and couldn’t help but notice what a pretty shade yours were. Or how tenderly they were looking back at her. “No, no headaches.”
You stepped back, and smiled. “Well then, I think you’re going to be just fine.”
“Good. Hopefully that won’t be the only time you have to check me out.” Dana froze in her tracks as she was on her way out of the breakroom. She turned around and saw that your face looked as flushed as she felt. “I mean hopefully that WILL BE the only time you have to check me out. Why would you check me out otherwise?”
She shook her head and rushed back out into the Pitt, where she felt much more in control.
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You couldn’t help the little giggle as you watched your charge nurse head back out to her station. You knew that wouldn’t be the only time you’d be checking her out; she was utterly gorgeous, especially in those tight scrub pants.
You poured yourself a cup of coffee and turned to look out over the chaos of the Pitt. She turned to look back at the break room, and you offered her a smile. Dana’s face flushed a delightful shade of pink again, and she quickly turned back to barking orders at the residents. You got the impression she wasn’t usually this easily flustered…or this clumsy.
After setting the coffee mug on the counter, you were just about to head over to Dana to get your next assignment, and ask what her plans this weekend were, but a loud clamor from chairs caught your attention. Any further conversation with Dana would have to wait.
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Getting the two patients separated and settled after the fight had been a challenge. Thankfully Javadi and Matteo had jumped in to help care for another patient that had gotten caught in the crossfire. However, watching the two of them, she could tell something was amiss.
Dana couldn’t help how her eyebrow arched, curiosity getting the best of her as she watched Javadi fumble over her words. She knew the poor kid was nervous what with being in the same hospital as her mom and all, but this was something else entirely. Then it clicked for Dana as she saw the resident smile at Matteo. She led her out of the room, and shut the door behind them. The panic was evident in Javadi’s eyes.
“I feel ridiculous. I spoke like two complete sentences in the last half hour and each of those made me sound more like an imbecile than the ones I couldn’t finish.”
Dana couldn’t help but smile as Javadi rattled off some panicked story about how her parents would take her skiing all the time but something about Utah made her dizzy and light-headed and feel completely inadequate and uncoordinated.
She felt bad for cackling when the resident blurted out, “Matteo’s like a human Utah.”
Dana put her arm around Javadi’s shoulder and led her back out into the chaos of the Pitt. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of you hurrying towards a trauma bay. “I’ve worked with a few Utahs. And I wish you many, many Utahs in your life.”
Javadi looked up at her with pleading eyes. “Please tell me that the more Utahs there are, the less stupid we get?”
Dana thought back to how her morning had been going and grinned. “Not a chance.”