#dr. garcia

Brendon Park x Neurosurgeon!Wife!Reader

Content: Mr. & Mrs. Park being equally intimidating, Nervous!Awkward!Confused!Dennis Whitaker, Strong PTMC personalities, incorrect medical terminology

Dennis hadn’t had too many good interactions with Dr. Park, “The Shark”.

Well…he hadn’t had any good ones at all.

And each failure was his fault. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He’s still a resident at the end of the day—aka, at the bottom of the medical food chain.

The first time Dennis interacted with the infamous orthopedic surgeon was in March. Apparently spring cleaning and spring break caused more ladder falls, lacerated limbs, and ligament tears than expected. Meaning, Dr. Park’s services were in high demand.

It was a teenager, only fourteen years old. Her pelvis cleanly broken during a gymnastics incident. She was out of school and felt driven to use the break for training rather than a real vacation.

The usual chaos of ER seemed to go quiet upon his arrival into Trauma One—as if everyone decided to hold their breath.

Dennis was confused.

Shouldn’t we give him background on the patient?

That was the typical routine when doctor’s were called down to the Pitt for consult.

Maybe this is one of those “teaching moments”?

Robby likes those moments, and he particularly likes when interns and residents take initiative. He takes a steadying breath, eyes following the stoic doctor.

It had been long day. Dennis was tired and unmotivated to perform outside of the expected scope, but if there’s an opportunity to shine in front of another attending, he figured that he should probably take it.

Who knows where he could end up in his career. Maybe orthopedic surgery would be less… life-altering than emergency medicine…

“Patient is stable. There’s a clean break horizontally along the pelvis and a fracture along the—“

The monologue is broken by a glare Dennis can’t help but slightly lean away from in an unconscious urge to protect himself.

“Did I ask you?”

Oh!

That wasn’t the response he was expecting.

Dennis blinks, baffled on how to respond or, whether or not he even should.

“W-well.. I-I was just..”

His nervous blabbering trails off when The Shark’s eyes shift over to Garcia.

“X-ray.” Dr. Park says, firm and deep.

Dennis can’t help but swallow the lump in his throat as he watches Dr. Garcia respond with action rather than her usually snarky quip.

That was over a year ago and the interactions had, technically, improved.

Not because Dennis learned how to navigate a mature and efficient conversation with the surgeon.

Nope. He actually barely speaks at all when Dr. Park is called down for consult—fearing that what little of his ego left will dissolve into nothingness if he does.

There goes his futile dream of being an orthopedic surgeon…sigh

It was never going to work. That much is clear.

Today is another one of those days—a day where doctors from various parts of the PTMC are called down to the ER to help manage the influx of patients.

Dennis had already been preparing himself mentally for Dr. Park’s presence.

1. Positive self talk.

“You can do this Whitaker. You’re a doctor too.”

2. Imagining the best scenario.

“This is my patient and I’m leading this conversation!”

3. Imagining a more realistic scenario.

“Yes sir. I cleaned the wound with saline.”

None of the preparation was effective though, because when Dr. Robby said “Call Dr. Park from neuro”, Dennis quite literally shivered.

Luckily, it wasn’t noticeable…

But wait, Neuro???

“Uhh.. Dr. Robby. I thought Dr. Park was an orthopedic surgeon?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

Robby briefly glances up from the patient’s head trauma before looking back down.

“Dr. Park is an orthopedic surgeon.”

Okay…

Well that doesn’t clarify anything at all, so Dennis inevitably continues his useless internal preparation under the assumption that The Shark must have a dual concentration.

But to his surprise, it isn’t the slicked back mafioso that walks in, it’s a woman.

A woman with sharp eyes, just as intense and intimidating as The Shark’s, but not the man himself.

Dennis can’t help but release a deep breath in relief.

Thank God.

“What’s the status?” You ask, voice level and somewhat raspy as you roll your disposable gloves on.

“Damage to the Parietal and occipital lobes due to blunt force trauma.” Robby responds, backing away from the medical bed to give you space to look over the patient.

As you lean in, you pull the glasses down from the crown of your head, narrowing your eyes with focus.

Your movements are smooth and quiet but intense nonetheless, as if your brain is moving a mile a minute.

“Trauma to the back of the cranium can cause fractures in the spine... Did you consult ortho?”

“Nope, but I can make that happen.”

With that Robby steps away, leaving you and Dennis together with a small crowd of nurses.

The young resident can’t help but feel grateful that you’ll still be here once Dr. Park… well… the other Dr. Park arrives.

He couldn’t possibly have an ego trip with you and Dr. Robby present, right?

And you seem nice… enough. Definitely nicer than Dr. Garcia. Although, it doesn’t take much to be considered nicer than her…

The thought makes him huff something close to a laugh, causing your focused eyes to snap to his.

“Problem?” You ask lowly.

The curt question makes Dennis realize that you probably think he’s laughing at you.

He swallows, jittering his head no.

“No, Dr. Park. I just..um..”

You raise a brow, confused by the flustered behavior of the sad looking boy.

The expression makes Dennis panic a bit. He needs to give you a full response but he can’t admit he was thinking about how much of an asshole Dr. Garcia is…

So he has to think fast.

“Um..” he clears his throat, an awkward smile curling on his lips. “I was just thinking…it’s a funny coincidence that there are two surgeons named Dr. Park, you know?”

He thought it was a nice save, but apparently you don’t—your lips pursing in a way that communicates how unimpressed you are.

He wonders, “Did I say something wrong?”, as your eyes briefly flick from his outdated Student Doctor badge.

Time seems to move like molasses before you respond, but once you do, Dennis decides that maybe he’s not cut out to get along with anyone who has the surname of Park.

There goes any plans to travel to South Korea….

“You must be new here.”

Before he can even contemplate a rebuttal, Dr. Robby walks backs in with the other Dr. Park in tow.

“Ortho’s here.” The veteran attending announces.

“Great.” You murmur, eyes lingering on Dennis for one final second before backing away from the medical bed.

“Call me back down when you confirm that fractures in the spine haven’t impacted the brain stem.”

Robby and The Shark both nod as they take your place beside the patient, refocusing on the priority of care that you’ve set.

It takes Dennis by surprise to see the orthopedic surgeon actually taking direction from someone else for once. It’s a mild use case, but, unlike every other time, he didn’t demand anything of you upon entry.

Shifting your glasses back up to your crown, you hover nearby to observe for a couple more seconds before removing your gloves and placing a hand on Dr. Park’s shoulder.

Now Dennis is really surprised. In fact, he freezes—briefly forgetting that he needs to aid in flipping the patient to their side for spinal observation.

You did that so casually—almost as if it was second nature.

And The Shark, all sharp teeth and aggression, didn’t respond negatively at all.

On the contrary, it seems that he may have even leaned into your touch. It was nearly imperceptible, but Dennis caught it.

What the fuck?

He blinks. Once. Twice.

Maybe working in the pitt is making him hallucinate…

Nope.

Your hand’s still there—briefly patting over the fabric of the orthopedic surgeon’s scrubs before fully separating.

He shakes his head, shooing the wandering thoughts away before landing his gaze on Dr. Robby.

The attending doesn’t seem to mimic Dennis’ disarray, completely tunneled on doing his job.

It’s as if the moment didn’t happen at all, so the resident swallows, deciding to follow his bosses lead to focus as well. Until…

“I picked up a double for the night, so I’ll call you when I’m off, babe.”

The Shark nods once again, lips twitching into what Dennis could only assume is the closest thing to a smile he’ll ever see from the man with the words “got it” following in a tone so soft he can barely believe his ears.

Pardon???

The cooperation.

The lingering touch.

The term of endearment.

The semi-smile.

The soft words.

The memory of each swim around in his thoughts like some sort of whirlpool, and it all sinks down to one conclusion—you’re not just Dr. Park, you’re Mrs. Park.

Wow…Okay

Dennis huffed again, feeling both self pity and amusement at his luck… or lack there of.

Just like the time before, your eyes flick up in response along with your husband’s.

“Problem?” The Shark questions, causing Dennis to smile despite himself.

God…you two are just alike…

He’s so screwed.

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