Itâs the dead of winter in New Jersey, which brings cloudy dreary skies, snowy roads, and sickness. Everyone is either sick, passing on their cold, or trying to recover from one. This isnât just limited to humans; it also affects everyoneâs beloved pets. Over the past few weeks, the clinic has been flooded with domestic animals suffering from various types of colds, and today was no exception. But Dr. Damian, who was still at home, had full faith in your ability to manage his clinic in his absence.
âY/n! Y/n! I need you to check in the lady with the German Shepherd. Sheâs been here for about an hour, and sheâs getting antsy.â You quickly nodded as you handed the orange tabby over to another nurse. In exchange, she gave you the clipboard with the dogâs symptoms.
You flipped through the chart while briskly walking to the waiting area. âEight weeks old⌠upset stomach⌠vomiting⌠refusing to eat⌠alright, got it.â You swing open the door, meeting multiple anxious eyes.
âCinnamon?â Immediately, a woman not too much older looking than you stood up, cradling her puppy.
âThatâs us! Oh, thank goodness Iâve been out here for ages!â She walks over to the threshold and hands over a very unwell-looking German Shepherd.
âPlease take care of her.â
You gave her a reassuring smile. âOf course, maâam. Donât worry; sheâs in great hands.â
While you examined her, she wasnât as fussy or uncooperative as the other sick animals. She must be feeling terrible, you thought. After her examination, you found nothing out of the ordinary. Her urine test came back normal, showing no signs of any serious infection or problems. You mentally checked off a list of things youâd learned from Dr. Damian and decided to inject her with an anti-nausea medication. You watched her for about an extra thirty minutes to monitor for side effects. She seemed a bit perkier than before, so when you didnât notice any, you added notes to her medical chart and carried her back to the lobby.
âMrs. Camille?â
âOh my baby, finally, how is she?â
âSheâs showing slightly improved symptoms compared to before, but all her tests came back negative. For now, I recommend feeding her bland foods that are light and easy to digest. Also, you can increase her fiber intake to help her to have more frequent bowel movements.â The owner carefully reviewed the paper, scrutinizing every detail with a critical eye. It appeared that she had noticed a mistake, and her eyebrows furrowed in anger as she gripped the sheet tightly.
âYou gave her anti-nausea medicine?! That will do nothing. Sheâs already had that, and it did not work! You are an incompetent, illiterate imbecile. You couldâve hurt my dog! What kind of clinic is this?! I demand to speak to the doctor!â
The volume of her voice rises, sharp with panic and anger, and the waiting room falls silent as heads turn toward the confrontation.
You were taken aback. You swallowed thickly, feeling heat rise up your neck, reaching your cheeks and ears. Tears threatening to spill, you stuttered out an apology, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
âDr. Damian is on his way. I- Iâll let you know when he arrives.â
After the scolding you received, you returned to the chart and meticulously reviewed everything, searching for your error. An upset stomach, vomiting, refusal to eat, andâ diarrhea!? You couldnât believe you had overlooked such a crucial symptom. You felt foolish.
With no time to wallow in self-pity, another nurse entered the examination room, announcing his arrival. You wiped away your tears, cleared your throat, and braced yourself for another scolding. But this time, you didnât receive it?
He came in, adjusting his white coat. âNurse y/l/n, prepare examination room five. We have a sick German Shepherd.â You nodded, âYes, sir.â
You hesitated on assisting him through another examination. You moved stiffly, more quietly, scared of making another mistake. Maybe the next mistake could cost you your career.
âNurse y/l/n, is there something wrong? You are more quiet and reserved today?â You shook your head, no, continuing the procedure, too scared to raise your head to meet his piercing green eyes.
âYou seem preoccupied, and I cannot have my staff distracted while taking care of sick patients. So, tell me now if something is going on. I can give you the rest of today and tomorrow off if needed.â You sighed, dropping the tools, and pondered whether to tell him or not. Taking a deep breath, you spilled about the humiliating event that unfolded just before he arrived.
Hearing what transpired, he fell into a deep, silent rage. His eyes narrowed as he proceeded to care for the furry creature.
âI will take care of this. Do not worry.â
After a successful, more thorough examination, Dr. Damian found the cause of the patientâs upset stomach. He corrected the notes in the chart and headed back out to the lobby with the puppy.
âMrs. Camille, your dogâs examination is complete.â She jumped up, thanking him, muttering about there finally being a qualified doctor present.
âExcuse me, but I was told that you chastised my employee not too long ago. I can assure you that she is more than qualified to manage my veterinarian clinic in my absence. I have nothing but the best on my team. Mistakes do happen, and she sincerely apologizes. The medication she provided was harmless, and I understand you were upset. However, you had no right to disrespect her for it.â His voice was calm yet unyielding. Youâve never seen him like this before.
âMy team works tirelessly to care for our patients. They are our number one concern, but no one in my clinic deserves to be spoken to with such distaste. We are human too. Treat us like so.â
The owner, still defensive, shifts uncomfortably under Dr. Damianâs measured gaze.
âSh-she misdiagnosed my dog. How could I not be upset!â
âShe technically didnât. I reviewed the symptoms you mentioned. Yes, she did miss one, but while we were waiting for the fecal screening results, we noticed that Cinnamon has been consuming a significant amount of dairy recently. Did you happen to change her diet since your last visit?â He already knew the answer. He just wanted her to acknowledge it.
She was stumped as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. âI- I mightâve..â
âMrs. Camille, you must inform us about this when bringing her in. Your dog is lactose intolerant. My nurse would have taken this into account if you had mentioned that you had changed the little oneâs diet.â Overwhelmed with silence, her face burned with embarrassment, mirroring yours a few hours ago.
âI understand the error on her part, but your reaction has made me reconsider my decision. I regret to tell you that you are no longer welcome at my clinic. I hope you take better care of your puppy. Have a day you deserve, Mrs. Camille.â The owner left dumbfounded as if she couldnât believe the news she had just heard.
For you, your chest felt like a weight had been lifted off of it. You felt like someone had your back for once. Dr. Damian turned to you, signaling to follow. He led you to his office and shut the door.
âY/n, I understand I am strict with how I run my business, but if anyone and I mean anyone comes in here snd speaks to you like thatâ including the other vets you let me know immediately. Do not let one mistake waver your confidenceâ That was the first time he ever said your first name all you could do was nod and say âi understand .â
It was a comfortable silence between you two, and for a moment, there was what seemed like a look of protectiveness in his eye. It looked as if he had more to say, but someone burst through the door after a knock.
âDr. Damian, room five and two is cleaned and ready forâ oh! Iâm so sorry, I did not mean toââ
âIt is fine. We were just finishing up. Iâll be there soon.â The nurse nodded before leaving.
âDonât ever be afraid to speak to me,â Dr. Damian said with a quick glance before opening the door for you to exit.
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We all know Damian cares about his fatherâs opinion on everything. He craves his validation, even if he doesnât say it, so when he brings his s/o to meet his family, he wants his father to approve of them, but he might even want someone elseâs approval even moreâŚJasonâs.
Even though Damian pretends to not like him or care for what he has to say deep down Jason is his favorite sibling, mainly because theyâre more alike than he would like to admit and theyâve been through similar hardships.
âSoâŚâ Damian clear his throat âwhatâd did you think of them?â
Jason smirks âyou finally found someone to put up with that horrible attitude of yours.â
âTodd-â
âIâm kidding! you did good kid, I like âem.â Jason ruffled Damianâs hair before walking off. Damian acted annoyed but he couldnât fight back the smile appearing on his face.
OH MY GOSH? AS THE PERSON WHO SAID SURGEON DAMIAN. OH MY GOSH! I LOVED THAT FIC! THE BEST THING TO READ AFTER MY EXAM TODAY.
When I become a Doctor, praying that happens to me!!
Iâll help you manifest! And thank you so much Iâm glad you enjoyed it, hope you did well on your exam! đđ
A/n: as someone whoâs in school for sonography I donât know SHIT abt surgeons, med students donât come for me I tried to do my research đ
It was four am and you had just arrived to work, you were already hearing whispers and gossip bouncing off the walls about some new surgeon the hospitals getting. So far youâve heard heâs arrogant, and a complete nightmare but you rolled your eyes at the gossip. You donât like judging people before meeting them and plus youâve worked with difficult doctors before. How bad could he be?
After a long morning of catering to patients, it was finally lunchtime. You sat down, ready to enjoy your meal, when you caught a glimpse of him. His walk was mesmerizing; he was tall, muscular, with dark hair and green eyes. All the nursesâ jaws dropped as they laid eyes on him, and every preconceived notion about him vanished. Instead of avoiding him, they wanted to be near him, and honestly, you couldnât deny he was a sight to see.
âI have been informed that you will be my preoperative nurse. I request that the operating room be prepared and sterilized thirty-five minutes prior to the scheduled surgery. Punctuality is appreciated in my presence.â You could feel what felt like a millions eyes on you in this moment. With a small nod confirming you heard him he made his way out of the cafeteria leaving you in utter shock.
No hi, hello, my name is, straight to the point, just rude.
Shaking off that odd interaction you went to take a bite of your lunch but instead Olivia crashed into the booth right beside you with a knowing grin on her face.
âSo you nervous?â You shrugged trying to play it cool âitâs just another day at work liv.â
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The operating room was a symphony of controlled chaosâthe steady hum of machines, the rustle of sterile scrubs, and the intense focus of a team trained to perform miracles under pressure. As Damian swept into the operating room, his crisp white coat and unwavering gaze silenced even the softest murmurs. Every movement he made was deliberate, his tone brisk yet undeniably authoritative. You braced yourself, expecting the dismissive arrogance you had experienced earlier. Instead, you noticed something different in the way his eyes lingered on the patientâs monitorsâa quiet vigilance that betrayed genuine care.
The surgery continued with a series of precise commands. âScalpel,â Damianâs clipped order resonated through the room. Your hands moved instinctively, passing him the instrument with a practiced ease. As your thoughts were running a mile a minute trying to figure him out an unexpected complication sent the patientâs vitals on a hazardous slide, which brought you out of your daze. The tension in the room spiked. Yet, rather than succumbing to panic, Damianâs focus sharpened. His jaw clenched, his eyes narrowedânot in anger, but in the determination of someone who understood that every second counted.
In that critical moment, as you quickly anticipated his next instruction, catching a glimpse of a side of him that no one had mentioned. His hand hovered over the monitor, recalibrating settings with a meticulous precision that spoke of countless hours spent mastering his craft. In a low, almost imperceptible murmur, âEvery moment countsâ The phrase, meant for no one but himself, struck something within you.
Once the storm had passed and the patient was stable, the operating room gently released its tension. The rush of the emergency faded into a tender tranquility. As you wandered into the serene corridors of the hospital, you saw Damian finally granting himself a moment of sincere recognition. âYou managed that exceptionally well today,â he remarked, his voice tenderly revealing a warmth of gratitude beneath the surface of his composed demeanor.
Your eyes met his, and in that brief, charged moment, you saw the mask slip. âThank you, Dr. Wayne,â you replied, your tone was warm yet laced with a light teasing. âI knew there was more to you than just a reputation for being impossible, but I canât lie you almost had me this morning.â
A tiny smirk passed across his lipsâa rare, nearly undetectable gesture that screamed volumes.
âIâll see you tomorrow nurse y/n.â
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So I heard Damian quit being Robin to become a doctor, what if him and reader had a meet cute in the clinic or hospital they work at. Theyâre the nurse that works alongside him and if I were to write thisâŚwhat type of doctor would he be? đ¤
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Heeseung wasnât a stranger to dating outside of his race so he knew a thing or two about different hair textures. When you told him you couldnât go out with him today because you were tending to your hair he agreed to come over and help you. You were a little hesitant to let him help but he insisted. So you taught him how to wash your hair, detangle it, deep condition it and oil your scalp. It was so relaxing to have someone do it for you for once, and he enjoyed taking care of his favorite person so it was a win win situation.
âThat feels amazingâ you smile while he massages oil into your scalp, âI pronounce you my personal hair care taker foreverâ he chuckled at his new title.
âIâm alright with that, you call me whenever you need your hair washedâ he agreed leaving a kiss on your temple.
Jake ŕžŕ˝˛
Jake wasnât new to this he was true to this. He knew you were a professional procrastinator when it came to doing your hair. So he had your hair care products lined up in order ready to go. âNooo jake I donât wanna wash it today itâs too much wooorkâ you whined turning back over trying to immerse yourself back into your nap, but Jake wasnât havenât that. He gave you a smack on your bottom causing you to yelp and rub to sooth the pain.
âYou said that three days ago, you know you have somewhere to be this weekend and I donât wanna hear how your hairâs not doneâ you peaked an eye out of the covers glaring at him for calling you out. You wanted to be mad at him but you couldnât with his accent getting stronger as he scolded you. You groaned throwing your blanket off, âfine!â
An 45 minute of bending over the sink, neck cramps, and a soaked shirt later you were finally done. You sat between his legs like a kid sipping on your soda while he tried his best to detangle your hair, âowâŚ.owâŚOW! Gimme the brush!â You frowned turning to snatch the brush away from him. He curled up his lip with an attitude âitâs not my fault your whatâd you say- tender headed?â The was the last day you let him play in your head.
Jay ŕžŕ˝˛
Jay was fully aware Sundays were reserved for your self care days and as a someone who loved to keep himself in top tier condition he respected that. But for someone reason curiosity got the best of him today. He was just so curious to know how you always kept your hair so full and your curls so healthy, you treated your hair as if it was gold itself. You used the best products money could buy, spent hours putting in kinds of cream and oils in your hair, he wondered how it could be relaxing when your arms are constantly raised working in your head.
There was a faint knock on your beauty room door you, he hear a faint âcome inâ and he entered. There you were scrolling on your phone with a cap over your head, you were surrounded by products, combs and various types of brushes, he was intrigued to know what they all were for.
âNeed any help?â You raised your eyebrows in shock, that was the first time he asked you that.
âUm Iâm about to rinse it out wanna help?â He nodded eagerly. After helping wash it out he insisted he could help with the rest and you let him.
âCan I please help with your hair from now on? It must be physically taxing to do it all on your own.â
âOf course you can baby.â
Sunghoon ŕžŕ˝˛
Your hair was the first thing Sunghoon noticed about you. Obviously because it was different but undoubtedly very beautiful, the first thing that came out his mouth when he met you was âcan I touch your hair?â
Crazy right?
After giving him an odd look he quickly realized how crazy he sounded and never asked again, well until today that is. You were taking down your hair getting ready for wash day when suddenly sunghoon appeared behind you he had that blank long stare he gave when he was deep in thought. (Yall know exactly what blank stare Iâm referring tođ).
âMay I help you handsome?â He blinked a few times before answering âI know you donât like people in your hair but⌠can I help you today? Youâre always tired after doing your hair and I wanna help take a load offâ your heart couldâve burst any second, you were overwhelmed with joy.
âOf course you can!â After thirty minutes of videos and explaining he was ready to take on the challenge. And he did amazing!
âIs there anything you canât do hoon?â You smiled admiring your curls in the mirror. He smirked at your praise puffing out his chest, âI guess Iâm just perfectâ you playfully smacked him in the chest causing it to deflate.
âDonât get cocky.â
Sunoo ŕžŕ˝˛
This man was the king went it came to anything pertaining to beauty. Skin care, nail care, body nutrients, and hair care, he knew it all. But there was one thing he couldnât tackle until now. Curly hair. He knew no one that would willing let him play in their hair until now, today was the day you were doing your hair he prepared by watching YouTube videos, tiktoks and even stalked your Pinterest he prepared for this moment like it was the Olympics.
He lingered around your room acting as if he was busy trying to build up the courage to ask,
âHey cutie?â
âYes?â
âWould you mind teaching me how to care for your hair?â You turned around with the most excited grin.
âOf course I will!â Sunoo caught on extremely fast, so fast to the point you didnât even have to help him you just sat there relaxing.
When he was finished he plopped beside you on the couch with a worn out look, âwow that was a lot of work.â
âI know, I donât it every two weeksâ you giggle.
Jungwon ŕžŕ˝˛
This boy was lost the whole way through. He watched many videos on how to gently care for curly hair but in the end it wasnât enough.
He was doing so well during the wash and conditioning but when it came to detangling poor thing was defeated halfway through and got the brush stuck in your curls. You had to take over and show him slowly how to not rip through hair or itâll break off. After two more hours of working through your hair you finally fixed it and finished your routine. Afterwards Jungwon kept apologizing but you laughed it off telling him it was okay.
Heâs learning and you werenât mad at him, âbaby Iâm not angry I promise, taking care of natural hair is a lot trust me I know I had to wonât also because I wasnât always naturalâ you kissed him in the cheek with a smile.
âMaybe next time.â
Niki ŕžŕ˝˛
Niki wasnât too much of a newbie when he asked to do your hair by himself. Heâd always watch you silently when you dedicated a full day to doing your hair, and he even bought you some curly creams and new brushes when he thought you were running out or you tools were getting old.
âDo you know what youâre doing?â He rolled his eyes, âman I know what Iâm doing hush woman.â
You cocked an eyebrow âman? Hush? WOMAN?â
âI mean- I meant I got it babeâ he grinned nervously, âMhhm.â
He took full control and started working through your hair himself. Washed, detangled the whole process until he was finished. He stood back with his arms crossed admiring his work with a grin, besides one mishap he did pretty good for a beginner.
âTold you I knew what I was doing.â
âSays the guy who got a comb stuck in my hair, I told you it was the wrong one-â
âShhh shhh girl thatâs over and done with, I fixed that mistake.â You rolled your eyes fighting back a smile, âwhatever.â
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