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A few months later, you exited a patient’s room, elated at having nearly cured them. You’re not gonna go into detail, but hell if you weren’t grinning like an idiot when you went back to your office.
Sitting at your desk, having recently been checked out, Mark spun around in your chair like a child, cheering and laughing. You shook your head but grinned even wider. You went around to the other side of your desk and physically stopped the chair. Startled, Mark glanced up.
“Pardon me, Mister Warfstache,” you noticed the pink cartoon ‘stache above his upper lip and tore it off. “But you’re in my chair.”
“Your chair’s really comfy, though!” he whined as you tossed your clipboard onto the desk.
“This chair’s reserved for those of us with a PhD in psychiatry. Specifically, me,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on, out of the chair.” He frowned and got up, going around to the other side and sitting in a chair. “You can sit in it if you ever become a doctor.”
“If I became a doctor, would you be my nurse?” he asked, crossing his legs and putting both elbows on the desk.
“Why, so you could scream ‘Shut up, Nurse’ if you got annoyed at me?” You pulled over your clipboard and a pen and began to write down some extra notes.
“Yeah.”
“You idiot.” He broke into a gappy grin and rested his chin on his hands. “You do realize you could’ve gone and started over, right? Like, you could’ve gone back to gaming?”
“Well, I’ve started that. I got in contact with Bob, and he’ll let me room with him again, but only if I’ve got a job.”
“And that’s why you’re here, assisting Yami?”
“Yeah! It’s fun! Besides, I get to come in and see you every day.”
“Why do you do that, anyway? There’s tons of other doctors here.”
“They didn’t save my life.” You blushed a little, staring at your notes. “And they’re not you.”
“Clearly not. Their names aren’t [f/n] [l/n]. Like, that’s obvious.”
“[f/n], don’t you get it?” You looked up from your clipboard again. “I could’ve gone and worked somewhere else after Yami declared me fit to go back into the world. I could’ve started completely over and not bothered with Wesley at all. But I didn’t. Man, are you really that clueless? Like, do I just have to tell you?”
“I guess you have to, Mark, I’m confused.” You left your stuff on your desk and went over to a small window in the wall. “What?”
“I like you, [f/n]. Like, a lot. And I was wondering if…” He trailed off, glancing away.
“If?”
“Nah, you wouldn’t.”
“Mark, I’m seriously confused, what’s wrong?” you went over to him. “You can tell me anything, you know. Confidential and all that.”
“I don’t know,” he got up.
“Oh, stop with the whole ‘I don’t know’ bullshit,” you groaned. “Just tell me what’s up.”
He grabbed your arms, startling you. You stared at him, wide-eyed in surprise.
“What,” you mouthed, and he giggled. “What the hell? You dick, do you really think that’s funny?”
“Gotcha,” his nose touched yours. He kissed you passionately, pulling you close. You thought you were supposed to be okay with kissing him, but it caught you so off guard that you froze. He pulled back. “Sorry, was that too much?”
“N-no, that just kind of...came out of nowhere.”
“Well, do you kinda get it?”
“What, you want to be my boyfriend?” He nodded. “You could’ve just said that!”
“I’ve never been someone to just say things, [f/n]. What do you think?”
“About you being my boyfriend? That’s the best idea anyone’s had around here in a while.”
“Well, other than selling souls and all that, maybe.” You draped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, easing into it better now that you had control.
“[f/n]?”
You nearly screamed when you turned to the door. Your face burned as you attempted a smile and greeted, “Hi, Aaron!”
“...Hi,” he returned, waving. “Am I interrupting you?”
“No!” you shook your head and looked at Mark, who was no better off than you. He echoed your response, watching Yami. “No, not at all, we were just, um...yeah.”
“Finally,” your boss muttered under his breath as he came over and held out something to you.
“Excuse me?” Mark clarified, his arm hugging your waist.
“Nothing, nothing.” Aaron fought the smile that threatened to cover his face as he left. You looked at the paper in your hand.
“Alright, schedule for tomorrow. ...That’s a lot of free time. What could we do during all that time?”
You looked over at Mark, who wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“No, Mark, that’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, didn’t you?!” he asked.
“No, I didn’t. Come on. I gotta go home.”
“I’ll come with you,” he offered.
“I live on the other side of town.”
“So do I.”
A million scenarios flashed in your head about how horribly that could go.
“Fine. But no monkey business.”
“Deal.” He grabbed your hand and tugged you out the door. You barely caught the light switch on your way out, leaving your work on your desk for tomorrow.
A gurgle sounded from behind your chair. A slimy hand crept out and rested on your notes.
“[f/n]...”
TO BE CONTINUED?