kiss it better || markiplier
nurse! mark x student doctor! reader
tags: establish relationship, both are health care workers. creepy doc. slight innuendos. fluffy ending
no, this was not requested. yes, i wrote this instead of finishing work.
the smell of floor cleaner and sanitizer wafts through your nose almost immediately as you step into the building. scanning your badge to access the staff hall, you re-adjust your backpack and take a quick glance at your phone to take the time. a little right before your 6:00am clinical shift to shadow dr. heeler. a funny name, you thought, for a doctor. you squeeze your eyes tightly in hopes to wake up a little more before you make your brisk walk to your floor, smiling and greeting people you see along the way before you make it to the staff room where you can leave your stuff. on autopilot, you set your stuff where they belong, silencing your phone before keeping it in your back pocket, and taking one last sip of your water. it’s cold out of the staff room, once you step out. your hair is tied up neatly as adjust your white coat and badge and find the doctor.
on the floor, you greet other staff and any patient family as you walk around in hopes to find the doctor to sign in for your hours. you’re propped at a nursing station, chatting away with a colleague as you wait for your supervisor when there’s suddenly a slight breeze right next to you accompanied by a familiar waft of cologne. you turn to see a man with dark hair somehow neatly and messily arranged and a pair of dark brown eyes that never fail to draw your attention. “[name],” he greeted with a small nod- to which you do the same. “good morning, mark” you said curtly, a friendly smile on your face. the other nurse at the station you had initially been speaking to eyes the both of you as if thinking or scheming something in her head. you notice, but don’t say anything in hopes to keep the lingering dating rumors away. light conversation continues between the three of you until it seems like every patient on the floor chooses to suddenly be in need at the same time. one call light.. then another.. and another.. and the small group of you move from the station to go about your duties.
as you’re in the kitchen, humming quietly to yourself as you fill pitchers of water to hand out to patients as they wake up, you hear the door behind you click open. “ah, there you are dr. [name]” greeted whoever opened the door. you turn around as you place the last ice water pitcher on the cart, seeing your resident floor doctor washing his hands at the sink. “dr. heeler! nice to see you finally came along,” you joked lightly. the doctor was a very attractive man, generally. he looked like some sort of hollywood doctor with greying hair and a charmed face that would have most women falling to their feet to be alone in a room with them. you rearrange the cart in front of you to be able to fit a few snacks onto it as well, and maybe a few warmed blankets to give out as needed while you make your rounds. “i don’t understand why you always do that,” said the doctor. “that’s volunteer work. you never leave anything for our floor volunteers to do when you prep your little cart like that.” he’s lecturing you a bit as he dries his hands. “i was simply filling in time while i waited for you, doc.” you tell him placing a few snacks onto the cart. “plus, i’m not a doctor yet. as much as it flatters me when you call me that title, i still have a bit of school to finish.” you speak as you work efficiently while the doctor is standing closer behind you. close enough so that you could smell his overpriced cologne that was probably worth your rent and it nearly makes you scrunch your face up to sneeze. “you don’t give yourself enough credit though, [name]. you’re truly one of the most brilliant students i’ve had the pleasure of shadowing.” he speaks warmly to you- which catches you off guard. you turn your back to him as you move over to what you and your colleagues called the blanket oven- which is just where the floor keeps heated blankets and sheets. you simply hum a reply at the doctor’s words, awkwardness building in your head as you try to keep it professional. “if i’ll be honest, you’re also one of the most beautiful students i’ve ever had to work with.” he says lowly- a confession that has you almost flinching in surprise. you bumped your hand against the grates of the heated storage, burning the tops of your fingers superficially. wincing and pulling the blankets out, you look over to the doctor sheepishly. “i appreciate the compliments, doctor” you tell him before setting the blankets onto the bottom of the cart- readying yourself to leave the awkward situation. “but i fear that this is not an appropriate place to act on those actions- especially as my senior” you add before walking out the door. “i’ll find you at a station once these are dealt with to begin proper rounds!” you tell him as you shuffle your way out of the room- pushing the cart of goods.
out of the room, you suddenly find yourself hot and flushed. had the doctor just tried flirting with you? how embarrassing.. you grimace at the thought, knowing he was practically old enough to be your father. ignoring the slight searing feeling in your fingers, you push the cart around the floor with practiced ease. you're far too into your head when you turn a corner a little too quickly and almost run the old plastic cart directly into your coworker. mark places his hands at the end of the cart as if to keep the distance, looking over to you with a slight surprise- obviously caught off guard. “watch where you're going, yeah.” he says, but it's not rude or anything close to annoyed. he's looking at you with tired eyes- his gaze silently looking over you as if to ask you if you were alright. you just nodded, “i’m okay.” you voiced quietly to him. mark raises a brow at your quiet tone, eyes flickering down to your hands as they grip the plastic cart handle. “you sure?” he asks, stepping around the side- close enough that your shoulder brushes his arm.
you glance up and give him a look, the kind that says, not here, but his concern doesn’t waver/ his haze drops to your hand. “your fingers are red,” he says, voice softening. “did you burn yourself?” you shrug.
“it’s nothing.” but he’s already reaching out- fingers curling gently around your wrist with the kind of careful touch that’s only noticeable if you're looking for it. his thumb hovers over the reddened skin, and when you try to brush him off with a hudd, he lifts an eyebrow. “let me take a look, sweetheart.” its whispered- quiet enough that no one else in the hallway hears- but it makes you freeze for a half second anyway. you shoot him a look, eyes wide. mark just gives a small smile, teasing under his breath. “relax. no one’s listening.” your eyes narrow at him. “still,” you mumbled. “we’re working.” there’s something gentle about the way he’s looking at you- concern and care in your boyfriend’s actions. “you’re hurt. i’m helping. very professionally," he says, already nudging the cart to the side and gently guiding you into the break you. you don’t argue- fingers stinging more than you’d like to admit, and mark’s hand rests just against the small of your back as he leads you. not obvious- just enough.
inside the break room, he wastes no time. you’re seated in one of the uncomfortable chairs while he rummages through one of the drawers, pulling out a small first-aid kit with a kind of casual competence that you’ve come to love watching back in your shared apartment when he’s looking for the specific pair of chopsticks he always uses when eating sushi. he kneels down in front of you, a sight you’d never tire of. “this might sting..” he warns quietly, taking your burned hand in his. “this view makes up for it,” you teased lightly. he gives you a flat look, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he starts cleaning the burn. the silence between you is easy, filled with the quiet rhythm of gauze being unwrapped and ointment being dabbed. when he starts wrapping the bandage around your fingers, you notice how his thumb lingers at the edge of your palm. you glance down at him. “you know you odn’t have to play nurse every time i get a papercut.” you say dejectedly- like a kid who tripped and feels guilty for it. “yeah, well..” he shrugs, taping down the end of the wrap. “kinda signed up for that when i asked you out a few years back.” you let yourself smile. “i think you just like excuses to baby me,” you teased. he leans back on his heels, grinning “you’re not wrong.”
you both stay there a second too long- him crouched in front of you, your bandaged hand resting in his- and then he stands, smoothing down his scrubs. just like that, the moment folds back into something normal- professional. but before you can open the door to head back out, mark’s hand brushes yours again, a silent check-in. “hey,” he says quietly- almost under his breath. “that thing with heeler earlier.. you okay” your chest tightens. “you saw?” he nods, jaw ticking slightly. “didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” you shrugged, keeping your voice low. “handled it.” you say plainly. mark gives you a look- protective and serious. but he trusts you. he always does. “i know,” he starts. “still. if it happens again–” “i’ll tell you,” you cut in, stepping closer. “i’ll tell him about my hunk of a nurse boyfriend who works this floor.”
he softens then, leaning in just enough for his lips to brush the top of your head. a quick, stolen thing that no one walking past the door would even notice. you look up at him and smile. “aw, it’s like you kissed me better,” you teased lightly. “thank’s nurse.” he rolled his eyes, stepping slightly back with a playful groan, “don’t even start that again.” he murmurs. you grin as you push the door open. “come on, babe, i’ve got a cart full of water and good intentions to deliver.” you snicker, already straight to business. mark laughs behind you, low and warm. “wait for me.”
first fic of summer break! something that was brain rotting me. we’re back in business working on requests + a new theme! the inbox is always open xoxo
