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medicallyinevitable · 3 years

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Medically Inevitable

Chapter 14:- Pitiful Pining

Characters:- Ethan Ramsey, Arielle Valentine, Sienna Trinh, Ethan Ramsey, Harper Emery, & Danny Cardinal

Pairing:- Ethan Ramsey x Arielle Valentine (F!OC)

Warnings:- Light angst & minor language

Word Count:- 2000+ words

And a special thank you to @akshara16 for pre-reading this chapter💞

Arielle’s PoV:-

You’re reading your 18th, well actually what seems like the 100th text book when someone knocks on your bedroom door. You answer with a more irritated tone then you meant.

"Hey, you okay?" The door opens to reveal Sienna with two mugs in her hands.

"Yeah...”, you try to smile but even you know it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

"You don't seem okay though," Sienna says as she comes inside and hands you a mug. You look inside the mug to see what's in it. "I made us some hot chocolate."

You smile, accepting your cup with a genuine thank you as you move, making space for Sienna to sit.

"So what is it?" Sienna asks sitting beside you.

You shake your head, just thinking about the case makes your head spin. "Just a patient’s case. I’ve been running test after test but every result was negative.", you sigh, "and the patient happens to be a major asshole to say the least.", You smile sadly.

"Is it the P. I. T. A?" She asks.

"P. I. T. A?"

"Pain in the ass," she laughs, so do I.

"Oh yeah… Danny mentioned that earlier. That name fits him perfectly!" I respond laughing.

"So what do you think he has?"

"I don't know anymore," you sigh again, "I ran almost as many tests as possible."

"I'm not any expert but maybe if the two of us try to find it, it'll be easier?"

You look at her a bit surprised, "You'll spend your free time diagnosing my patient?"

She smiles at me, "Of course. That's what friends are for right? To help you."

You look at her with a grateful smile. "Thank you."

"You can thank me with strawberry glazed doughnuts once we're finished with this.”, she replies with a silly wink.

"Deal."

You spent the next thirty minutes discussing the symptoms as you catch her up with the diseases you've managed to ruled out.

In between, you notice Sienna acting a bit weird. But whenever you try to bring it up, she deflects your question so you decide not to press further.

Another half an hour goes by with Sienna’s weird antics and you decide you’ve had enough. You close your book and turn towards Sienna. She tries to act like she doesn’t notice you looking at her but eventually she looks up.

"What is it, Sienna? I can tell you want to ask me something but you’re not.”, you say.

"Uh-what?" she asks nervously, her eyes darting around everywhere but you.

"I don't know what you’re talking about."

"Don't lie, Si!," you narrow your eyes.

But she doesn’t budge. You keep asking her until she finally accepts.

“Come on Si, no secrets between us right?”

"Okay fine!... you’re hiding something, Ari,", shesays catching you off guard.

"I-Me? I'm not hiding anything," you try to laugh it off.

Now it's her turn to narrow her eyes. "You are! See, you’re behaving really weird."

"I'm not behaving weird," you oppose.

"You are. And don't you dare deny it again.”, she says in a serious tone.

"You can talk to me, you know that right?” Her voice changes to the caring and concerned tone reserved for her closest friends.

You ponder for a minute, whether or not to tell her. You’ve shared so many secrets with Sienna before, you know she's your best friend and that you trust her completely.

Before you know it, you start blurting out everything. From how Dr. Ramsey assigned you the case, to how he wouldn’t reassign him to someone else, and then your confrontation which was probably the most idiotic thing you could have done. Then how you both shouted at each other, you completely blanking out at the fact that he was your supervisor and could pull you from the program the next second if he wished, and how that lead to triggering a panic attack, then lastly…

“I don’t know how, our faces were mere inches apart, breathing ragged, and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing-“ You throw your hands up, cutting yourself off as you jump up and pace around the room.

“I mean I could have kissed him for God’s sake! What was I even thinking?! If it weren’t for my pager I don’t know what I would’ve done…”

“Woah, calm down Arielle. You need a break.” She makes you sit down and drink a glass of water, waiting until you’ve calmed down a bit.

“Now, tell me what else happened.”

“What?! Nothing else happened!” How Sienna knows you so well eludes you, nonetheless you try to hide it.

“Something else happened, or else you wouldn’t be spiraling this much. I know you Ari, you always have a cool head under any circumstance.”

You sigh, knowing there’s no use in hiding it. “Well I did see something…”

“Go on.”, she says urging you,

“Well it all started after the whole almost kiss thing, my brain was like scrambled eggs and my shift had already ended so I took my car and drove around until I realised I had no idea where I was, and to top that disaster off I was starving…”

———————A few hours before———————

“Ugh, I think I drove all the way to the other side of town. And I’ll have to drive all the way back to the apartment and then start research for Nigel’s treatment again. And I’m hungry because instead of eating lunch, I decided to unleash my wrath of Dr. Terminator. Ohh, can this day get any worse-“ In the midst of your little blabbering session, you spot a classy French cafe across the street.

“Well at least a day this bad always has room for improvement, and right now I’m starving.”, you park your car and head inside.

The smell of roasted coffee and baked buttery goods hits your senses the moment you enter the cafe. The serenity is a nice change of pace compared to always busy and bustling Edenbrook, dimly lighted and decorated with beautiful vintage items.

“At least I won’t bump into anyone here that I know.”, you think as you stand in the queue.

You decide to order a vanilla frappe with drizzled salted caramel and go for a regular chocolate doughnut to satisfy your sweet tooth. After the barista brings your order, you move towards a nice secluded corner and sit down at the table.

You slowly finish your doughnut and coffee, savouring the taste as you gaze out the French style window. You’re about to dispose of your trash when a familiar sweater shirt catches your eye.

“No way…” As you hide your face with a medical journal which you randomly fished out of your purse, you peek over the top to see Dr. Ramsey sitting across…

“Is that Dr. Emery?”, your mind recalls the time when you saw them in a patient’s room, quite cozy with each other. And now they sit a few tables away from you, talking as her hand is over his. You pretend to read your journal as you watch both of the doctors get up and throw away the remains. You follow pursuit and slowly exit the cafe making sure they don’t notice. You stand at the side of your car door and watch as they both edge closer and closer, her hand now on his jaw. Their faces are barely an inch apart now, as he leans in to close the distance.

“That’s- I can’t-“

Not being able to look at them, you get in your car, slamming the door and speed away as fast as you possibly can, ignoring the tears that brim in your eyes.

————————end of flashback———————

”Oh Arielle…..I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.”, you assure her when pretty much everything going on in your life is anything but alright. She gives you a look.

“I- okay well there’s nothing I can do about it, and it’s not like anything would have happened, it was merely a stupid crush.”, you reply wondering whether you’re trying to convince Sienna or yourself. A long but comfortable silence passes, you both just sit and immerse in everything you’ve just blurted out.

"How are things between you and Wayne?", you say desperate for a topic change.

"It's as usual I guess?" she says now as gloomy as me. "We haven't had a proper conversation in a while."

You try to comfort your best friend as you mentally curse the idiot.

"He's an idiot, Si, " you tell her. "If he can't value you, he's not worth it Si."

"He was not always this way you know... We've had happy days. But ever since I started my residency he became... distant."

You put your hand on top of hers in a comforting manner and give her an understanding smile.

"You can always talk to me about it, Si. You know that right?"

She nods and shoots me a smile, a sad one, nonetheless a smile. That’s a slight improvement.

We talk about our messes of relationships for a bit more before Sienna decides we had enough gloom and doom and it was time to make some happy memories.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?”, you ask.

A grin forms on her face as she tucks her knees in and speaks, "Why did the Dalmatian go to the eye doctor?"

“Medical joke hmm?” She nods and nudges me to try to answer. After thinking for a moment, I shrug.

"Because he kept seeing spots.", she says following with a fit of laughter. The joke isn’t even that funny but even you end up laughing your heart out. That's the thing with best friends, everything becomes a thousand times better when they’re by your side.

"Oh-" Sienna tries to say recovering from her previous laughter session, "There's another one."

"What did one tonsil say to the other tonsil?"

"Umm...What?" you ask when you fail to find an answer.

"Get dressed up, the doctor is taking us out!" We both break into another fit of laughter, laughing till tears form in the corner of your eyes.

You wipe tears from your eyes, still smiling broadly.

Your own reflection catches your eye in the mirror. Your balayage hair is now slowly falling out from the messy bun you tied up before, your eyes now have bags in addition to your dark circles and lastly you look like a zombie with your smeared makeup.

“I look like a hot mess.”

Sienna laughs. “Well I have a night shift today so I’ll look worse than you after it.

You join her in another wave of laughter until Sienna’s phone goes off from her room.

You watch her as her eyes light up and then morph into worry as she looks at herself. You give her a look.

“Oh uh… Danny said that he would give me a lift to my shift and stop by to get coffee.”, she shouts as she rushes into her room. You chuckle watching her frantically trying to make herself presentable as she grabs her bag and heads downstairs.

“Bye Si! I’ll see you later-“ She’s already run off. With a smile, you head towards your room for a bath, dinner and then a date with more textbooks.

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Authors’ Note:- Hey everyone, Chapter 14 of Medically Inevitable is finally out! We know that the release was scheduled much much earlier but life happens unfortunately and it took us quite a long time but from now on, our regular schedule will continue again!

Anyways, let us know if you enjoyed this chapter and your predictions of what will happen next! Are Harper and Ethan really a couple? And if they are, why did Ethan almost kiss Arielle? And what’s happening with Danny and Sienna? As always, it means a lot to us if you comment and reblog and have a great day/night everyone!

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openheartfanfics · 4 years

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Ethan x M!MC

One Shot

A Cozy Christmas - @storyofmychoices ☁🎄 Ethan, Sydney, and Caramel spent a cozy Christmas at home.

Big Spoon - @rookie-ramsey ☁ MC demands that Ethan be the big spoon.

Cat Scratch - @peonyblossom ☁ When Sydney gets bitten during cat bath time, Ethan takes it upon himself to take care of the wound.

Control - @katkart122 ♥

Drama Queen - @peonyblossom ☁ Sydney fawns over their cat a little too much after her bath.

Each Bar Plays Our Song - @peonyblossom ☁ Ethan takes the role of protective boyfriend very seriously. Ethan Ramsey x F!OC; Ethan Ramsey x Harper Emery; Ethan Ramsey x Tobias Carrick; Ethan Ramsey x M!MC

Forever Sounds Perfect - @peonyblossom ☁ During their day off, Ethan proposes to Sydney, who wastes no time telling all his friends.

Happier - @checkurwindow 🎭 MC is done waiting for Ethan to finally try for them, and gives in to temptations from another party. Feat. Bryce x MC x Ethan

Happy Pride - @peonyblossom ☁ Ethan and Sydney get home from a pride parade and talk about their experiences being part of the LGBT+ community.

Hottest Man Alive - @dr-colossal-pita ☁ Oliver is scrolling through their phone and randomly says “wow this guy is so hot!” out loud causing Ethan to wonder who he’s talking about.

House of Balloons - @kiteplayschoices 🎭 Ethan and Romeo have an argument about what they want and Romeo finds solace with Bryce. Feat. Bryce x MC x Ethan

Just A Frown Turned Upside Down - @dr-colossal-pita ☁

Language of Curiosity - @dr-colossal-pita ☁ A stay-at-home date set sometime post book 3 goes slightly awry and leaves Ethan possibly regretting the choice of activity.

Mess - @katkart122 ☁ The joy that he founds upon a messy apartment.

Next Step - @peonyblossom ☁ Sydney and Ethan get a pet kitten!

Perfect Family - @peonyblossom ☁ When Ethan comes home from work, he revels in his nontraditional, yet perfect, family.

Prisoner of Paradise - @katkart122 🎭

Script: I Guess “Freaking” Works Too - @katkart122 ☁ Ethan and Chris are in Naveen’s house after just administering the drug and are looking after him. Set in Book 1.

Script: They Talked Long Into The Night… - @katkart122 ☁

Taken Care Of - @peonyblossom ☁ When Ethan finds Sydney completely wasted at Donahue's, Ethan takes him home and takes care of him.

The Art of Doing Nothing - @dr-colossal-pita ☁💘 They don't do valentine's cards...until they do.

Untitled Fic - @ladydelilah ☁ Lars is excited to meet Ethan’s family.

What If It Were You? - @missmiimiie 🎭 Ethan and Daniel talk about his decision about Francis. [3.5]

Whatever You Want - @peonyblossom ☁ When Ethan tries to work on his day off, someone tries to distract him instead.

Yet, I choose you - @missmiimiie ☁ Ethan and Daniel go through their first homophobic attack as a couple.

Text and Edits 📱 📷

Checking In - @peonyblossom 📱 ☁ Ethan and Sydney check in on each other during the day.

Series

Letters of Love and Longing - @drethanramslay [extended: wip] WW2 One Shots Series

My Heart Will Go On - @missmiimiie 🛸📚 He’s a dock worker with a difficult background. He’s a doctor who would much rather keep to himself. They both board the RMS Titanic hoping to escape their reality. Fate, though, has other plans for them.

Chapter 2

Irresistible Force Paradox - @justcallmefox89 📚 [extended: wip] Retelling of Open Heart book 1.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

The Most Dangerous Game - @katkart122 📚 [extended: wip] [Platonic]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

‘Till Dawn Are We - @katkart122

Part 1 | Part 2

Untitled Open Heart Series - @ezekielbhandarivalleros

Memories that Remind me of You

Ocean

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drariellevalentine · 4 years

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Medically Inevitable

Chapter 6- Satirical Shocks

Characters:- Arielle Valentine, Ethan Ramsey, Sienna Trinh, Elijah Greene, Jackie Varma, Landry Olsen, Aurora Emery, Rafael Aveiro, Naveen Banerji

Warnings:- None

Pairing:- Ethan Ramsey x Arielle Valentine

You wake up quite early, deciding to go for a mile of cycling to work off all that chocolate and sugar that you ate the past two weeks. After changing into a black and aqua streaked gym outfit and pulling your thick hair into a high ponytail, you head out to your balcony, headphones in hand. Playing your regular playlist, you roll out your yoga mat and start stretching. Working your way through your body from head to toe, you head out to the empty and dark kitchen. “Guess no one’s up.” You open the fridge and pour yourself a glass of vanilla almond milk. After drinking, you check your phone and pager to make sure there aren’t any emergencies and head down to your parking lot after grab your backpack, phone, water bottle, and your Apple Watch to track your stats. You get your bike from the garage and ride it down the quiet street. You decide to circle around and head to Edenbrook and get ready there, knowing you have a spare outfit in your outfit. Adrenaline spikes as you ride like the wind, the cool autumn breeze in your hair. After a good 30 minutes, you circle towards Edenbrook, deciding to get a head start on your shift.

Ethan’s PoV:-

Driving towards Edenbrook, you can’t help but think about yesterday with Arielle. The way her violet eyes lit up when she saw the drink you ordered or the way her cheeks turn pink from the cold breeze. “Stop it, Ramsey! The reason you come so early to the hospital is to make sure you have a moment of peace before the interns do something. You’re parking your car and getting out when you notice her. In a skin tight pair of leggings and a sports bra. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her without heels, she’s quite short without them. How she manages to stand in them is beyond your train of thought.

“What is she doing here so early?”, you wonder. You see her parking her bike against someone’s car and stretch. You can’t but stare at her, the morning sun hitting her luscious hair, making it shine. You snap out of it and head inside before she can see you...or anyone else for that matter.”

Arielle’s PoV:-

You enter the locker room and see Elijah. “Hey Elijah.”

“Hey Arielle.” He turns to look at you. “Woah! Where’d you do?”

“I went for a ride.” He gives you a look. “...on my bike. Give me ten, and then we’ll go check on Eliza.” You quickly take a shower and get dressed in a lightly cropped white top with a pair of pinstriped navy blue and white pants. Pulling on your white coat, you grab your things from the shower and go back to the locker room.

“Done?”

“Almost. Just hair and makeup.”, you reply.

“You know you look beautiful without it, right?”

“Nice try, Elijah. I would feel really bad for the patients who have to see my dark circles.”

“Yeah, your invisible ones.” You laugh and quickly get ready. Applying your usual amount of makeup, you brush down your hair and quick twist the sides and pin it against the back of your head to avoid hair in your face. “Done! Let’s go.” You head towards her room, going over her chart. After discussing her treatments, you exit the patient’s room with Elijah.

"Is it just me... or is the ground actually shaking?" Elijah asks confused. Hearing his question when you actually pay attention, even you can feel the floors vibrating.

"Uh, Elijah, does Boston get earthquakes?" you ask back. Looking at each other we are about to move forward when we turn back hearing commotion. A crowd of interns pass us running towards the atrium, talking amongst themselves. Seeing us at a side Landry approaches us.

"Guys, Dr. Ramsey is posting the rankings of second week!" He announces before moving that way. Seeing another group of interns coming in our direction, you take shelter in the nearest patient room, grabbing Elijah with me.

"What? Not excited to see the latest ranking?" Elijah grins at me.

"I'd rather not get Mufas'ad," you smile.

Once the coast is clear, you and Elijah get out of the room and move towards the elevator to get to the atrium, where the excited herd of interns are surrounding Dr. Ramsey, who just pinned the rankings to the board. "Can't you people exhibit a modicum bit of self-control. You work at Boston's best hospital for God's sake!" He pinches the bridge of his nose and walks away. You can't help but notice that he seems distant, it feels like he's barely acknowledging what's happening. He walks away, leaving us interns to check the rankings.

"You guys! I'm finally up to fifth!" Landry smiles proudly.

"I slipped to number...thirteen. Weak," Elijah sighs his voice low and sad.

"Ugh...seventeen. I knew this would happen," beside me Sienna slumps sadly. Poor girl, feels like she's going through a lot. I look towards her.

"Dr.Ramsey caught me crying in a supply closet yesterday. I've just had a lot of...sad cases recently," I see her eyes glistening with tears.

"Wanna talk about it?" You give her a side hug in an attempt to comfort her.

"No point wallowing. Just gotta smile my way through," she fakes a smile but you can clearly see her hesitation. After comforting Sienna for another moment you turn around to find Jackie standing silently looking at the ranking sheet . I follow her gaze to see that she's dropped to eleven.

"Eleven? Really?" She nods in disbelief.

"Number ten," Sienna smiles nudging me. You look at number ten to find your name. “From nineteenth to tenth, that's good.” Happiness washes over me. But after seeing my friends’ dropped positions, the small spark of joy vanishes. Hours after, I walk towards the staff lounge to take a break being tired for working for at least 4 hours without a break. As I near the elevator, I can hear faint sound of cries from somewhere near. On instinct I walk forward hearing the sound and it leads me to the nearest supply closet. I think for a moment whether or not to go inside. What if the person inside doesn't want me too see them like this? After giving it another thought I decide to get inside thinking what if the person wants someone to talk to. As I open the door, light rays enter the dark supply closet falling on a small figure and I run towards her as soon as I see it to be Sienna. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask softly side-hugging her.

Leaning on my shoulder she sniffles. "I- I j-ust lo-st a pat-ien-t," somehow managing to say this she again starts sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Si," you hug her more tightly.

"He didn't deserve it," she sniffles ,"He was just 14. He had a whole life to live."

"I understand Si," you try to comfort her, “But there's nothing you could've done." After comforting her for some more minutes and letting her know that it was not her fault, she stops crying. You have an idea.

"You've any patient to check on right now?" I ask after she's stopped sobbing and she nods in negative.

"Good. You're taking a break then. We are going to grab something to eat,"I say.

"But-" she tries to protest.

"No ifs or buts, you clearly need a break. You need to talk about this and somewhere which is not a supply closet," She hesitates at first but then agrees to it. You take her to the milkshake parlor to Bryce took you when you were down.

"You are going to love their shake!" You smile and say to Sienna whose mood is much better now. After ordering our shakes we take a sit in one of the booths near the window. We both order chocolate caramel milkshakes. "So you want to talk about it?" You ask her after taking a seat on the sofa opposite to her.

“I already did.”, she smiles sadly. “But I can’t help but feel that maybe I could have done more, something that would have saved him.”

“Si, you did all that you could. Sometimes things in life just don’t go the way they want to. What happened wasn’t your fault, you can’t blame yourself for it.” She nods sadly.

“Thank you, Arielle.” You smile.

“What else are besties for?” The waiter serves up our order. We thank him and each take a sip from our milkshakes after I take a pic and post it.

“This is so good!”, Si exclaims happily.

“I know right. Bryce took me here a few weeks ago. It became my official favourite milkshake place.”, you exclaim. We both giggle like high schoolers.

“So...did you find out anything about Patient X?”, Si asks.

“No, I haven’t. I’m still trying but I haven’t found anything.”, you reply.

“Maybe it’s just some kind of case study?”, Si speculates.

“I don’t think so...I think it’s someone near to him. I don’t know if you noticed, but he seemed distant and out of it this whole week. Especially the day after the f.M.R.I testi”- you clasp your hands to your mouth, realised what you just spilled.

She looks at me smirking, “What f.M.R.I?”

“I-he” you stutter. “Dr. Ramsey-he”, you look her smirking. “Stop smirking!”

“Then you have to tell me everything!”, she exclaims.

“There’s nothing to say!”, you counter but you’re sure your cheeks gave you away.

“Sureeeee!”, she teases me.

“Tell me everything, and I mean everything. Do you hear me?”

“Fine!” You reluctantly start telling her what happened. roll my eyes, "Stop it Si! I was just helping him to check whether or not it works."

"Remember I went after him to update him about Mrs. Turner? " I ask and she nods. "I told him about the housewarming party and asked if he'd like to come-" Sienna smirks at this but you pretend not to notice. "Obviously he denied-" And you explain her how he asked for help to test the fmri machine.

"Wait! You are telling me you were standing half naked in front of Dr.Ramsey," her smirking face turned into a surprised but then again retreated back to the former one. "I bet he couldn't tear his eyes from you!"

"Sienna, he's a grown up. He'd obviously have the minimum amount self-control to not stare at his half-naked intern," you say.

"Mhmm, if you say so..." She motions with his hand for me to continue, " What did he ask you?"

“My middle name. That was his first question. Then he asked about my favourite childhood memory.”

“Yeah? Tell me too! I want to know how it was growing up in a luxurious mansion!”, she says excitedly.

“I told you about my godfather, remember? So when I was little, I would head to his lake house every Friday to spend time baking desserts and talking about life then. I would stay there until he had to drop me off at school Monday morning.”, you smile as you recall the fond memory.

“Aww! That’s adorable! What did he ask next?”, Si excitedly asks.

“He asked me about one of the happiest days of my life. I told him about the day my niece was born. He was surprised though.”

“You have a niece?! Why didn’t you tell me?! Ooh! What’s her name? Promise you’ll bring her one day!”, Si rambles.

“Okay okay! Calm down! Yes, I have a niece. Her name is Arabelle and she’s 4 years old. I do sometimes babysit her, so...we’ll see.”, you reply.

“So...what was his reply?”, she asks.

“He didn’t say anything. And that was the last of the questions. Then, somehow, while getting off, I managed to fall down. So when he entered the room, I was sprawled on the floor.”

“That’s all?”

“I showed him a pic of my niece.”

“Ooh! Show me!” You pull up the pic and show it to her.

“Aww! She looks adorable! And you look like a princess! What did he say?” You blush.

“He said that she’s cute.”

“Finally! A compliment from Dr. Terminator!” You laugh. “Did he say anything about you looking gorgeous?!”

“Si!” She giggles and soon you join in.

“Wait! You never told me what happened after you saw Dr. Ramsey st the baseball game.”, she says.

“Not much. I helped him close a deal for Edenbrook and then we just talked, ended up telling him why I wanted to be a doctor. Then it got late, so he dropped me off.” Her grin widens. “What?”

“Nothing!..”, she says in a singsong voice. You stare at her. “Well what, Ari! He invited you to a private box suite, he gave you a ride, and he asked you to help him test a machine. So...”

“What so.... There’s absolutely nothing! Now come on, I have a few patients to check on.” You both head back to the hospital. After your regular rounds, you go to check in on one of your newest patients, Remy. When you enter his room he is strumming on a guitar, singing softly with it. He smiles as you enter the room.

"What's up doc? You ready to let me out of here?" He grins.

"Well, that depends on what your lungs would say, Remy," you smile. "Any wheezing or coughing today?" You ask after going through his chart.

"Nope. I'm feeling one hundred percent!" Putting your stethoscope on, you listen to his breathing.

"It looks like you respiratory infection have cleared up. Let me check your vitals and then we can think about discharging you." You slip a blood pressure sleeve around his arm and pump it. “All your vitals look good. You’re about to get his discharge papers signed when you notice his calf covered in reddened nodules. “What happened?”

“Don’t know doc. But it itches though.”

“Well, it might be an indication of something else, I want to do a few more tests.”, you reply.

“Well if it makes you happy! My parents have sweet insurance so test, test, test away!” You laugh as you leave the room.

After ordering the test for Remy and a few check-in’s on your patients, you head towards the cafeteria to get a light lunch. You’re standing in line, deciding what to get when you notice Aurora standing in front of you, surrounded by her usual circle of suck-ups.

“Dr. Emery, can I get you a latté?”

“Dr. Emery, I’ll pay for your lunch.” You roll your eyes.

“What you can do is take a step back so your hair doesn’t go into my food.”, Aurora snipes. You decide on a garden wrap and head towards your usual table, where you find your friends.

“How is she still number one in the rankings?”, Jackie says.

“I know right. She barely spends time with her patients, literally ten minutes!”, Landry says.

“Does she solve the case?”, you ask.

Landry reluctantly says yes. “Well then, there’s your answer.”, you reply.

“Maybe Chief Emery’s rigging the competition. Or Dr. Ramsey favours her?”, Elijah says.

“Please, he doesn’t even know our names.”, Jackie scoffs.

“He knows Arielle. She even helped him with something. I saw both of them coming out of the new equipment room a few days ago.”, Landry says.

“I was just helping him test the new f.M.R.I machine.”, you reply. Sienna gives you a look. ‘If only they knew...’ You try not to blush.

“We should try to make a better impression on Dr. Ramsey, does he have office hours?”, Elijah asks.

“I don’t know if he has the time. He’s wrapped up on some secret case right now.”, you accidentally blurt out. They give you a look. “He dropped some CT scans and when I gave them back I saw the name as ‘Patient X’.”

“Whoa! Do you think he’s working on some cutting edge treatment?”, Elijah wonders.

“Ooh! It might be the President! Do you think he’ll tell us?”, Sienna rambles.

“Guys! We’re talking about Ethan Ramsey here. You do not want to get on his bad side.”, Landry says. You and your friends speculate on Dr. Ramsey’s case as you eat. Everyone says goodbye and splits, but you notice Jackie heading off without saying anything.

You head towards the ER for the next part of your shift

“Hey Jackie! Wait up!” She reluctantly stops and whirls around.

“What do you want?”, she snaps. You’re taken aback.

“Did I do something wrong?”, you ask.

“No. I’m mad at myself. I came here to be the best and right now I’m not. I can’t let whatever emotional thing you want to do distract me.”, she says. It hits you like a slap in the face.

“So you’re saying that our friendship is a distraction?”

“Yeah.”, she heads off.

After a short shift in the ER, you’re filling out charts at the nurses’ station.

“Hey there, had a rough day?” You look to see Bryce leaning against the station.

“You don’t know the half of it. What about you?”

“See this hand? It just touched a beating human heart.”

You smirk. You’re about to reply when you see Dr. Ramsey furtively looking over his shoulder and turning a corner. “I bet he’s going to see Patient X.”, you discreetly point towards Dr. Ramsey. His brows furrow in confusion. You fill him in on what you’ve learned so far. You’re about to follow him when you notice Ines and Zaid heading your way. “Shit! They’ll definitely stop me to ask about my patients. By the time they’re done, he’ll be long gone.

“I didn’t know you were so badass Elle. Following your boss?” You ignore him.

“Can you do me a favour”, you ask.

“Let me guess. It requires me distracting two doctors by the name of Ines and Zaid.”, he replies.

You give him your signature puppy dog eyes and pout, “Please?”

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re so adorable.” Giggling, you thank him and round the corner to the hospital’s new wing when you collide straight with Dr. Ramsey.

Ethan’s PoV:-

You can see Arielle following you as you head down the hallway. You decide to stop right at the end of a corner and wait. A few seconds later, a light force collides with your chest. She squeals. You look down to see her raking her perfectly manicured fingers through her long violet hair. “Why are you following me?”

“I wanted to ask how you’re doing.” You’re surprised.

“And what made you want to ask?”, you question.

“Working as an intern at this hospital has a lot of pressure and stress. I can’t imagine what level your’s would be.” Her baby pink lips melt into a smile. “Just because you’re a world class attending doesn’t mean that you’re immune to stress or people aren’t allowed to ask you if you’re okay.”, she replies. You feel the corners of your lips tug.

“I’ll be fine once I get a coffee. The coffee machine in my office is broken and you know I don’t drink the dishwater from the cafeteria. There’s a small cafe a few blocks away that I don’t hate.”, you reply.

She smirks, “Wow! An actual compliment from Ethan Ramsey. They should have you as an endorsement.” You give her an incredulous look. “You should swing by...”

“Are you saying I can come with you?”, she asks.

“No, but I won’t mind if you decide to follow me there too, though.” What the hell are you thinking, Ramsey! Are you flirting with an intern?!

“I could use some coffee.” You both walk towards Derry Roasters.

“The breeze is beautiful this time of season.”, she says flipping out her hair and letting it flow freely in the gentle breeze. “Have you ever been apple or pear picking this time of season?”

“Once or twice, I think.”

“Really? If I was your height, I would be picking things every chance I get. It’s quite annoying having to jump every single time to pick a pear.”, she says with a ridiculous tone. You laugh, something you haven’t done for many days.

“My family has a fruit orchard. Apples and pears are best picked this time around. My brothers usually pick all the fruit while I run around with my niece. I still try to pick a few though, it does get quite annoying though. That’s why I opt for strawberries, they’re much easier to pick. You can’t help but imagine Arielle and her adorable niece running around in the fall leaves, the warm sunlight shining on her face, making her striking violet eyes a touch of pink.

“Here we are.” You lead her inside and head towards the counter. “I’ll have the Vienna, she’ll have the... Fall Frappé.” She pulls out her wallet to pay but you gently lay a hand on her wrist, “I’m the one who invited you.” Pulling out your wallet, you pay the barista and sit down at a table.

“So... do you come here often?”

“I do. Sometimes I need a moment where nobody needs anything from me. Nobody recognises me nor gives a care.”, you reply nonchalantly.

“I know what you mean.” You’re about to contradict her when you notice the genuinely sorrowful look in her eyes. You change the subject.

“A good roast and a medical journal does wonders, but I didn’t bring one so I suppose you’ll have to entertain me.” Her eyes light up. A server arrives with your coffees. Her eyes widen with joy as she sees the obscene amount of chocolate syrup and marshmallows, with a vanilla flower and roll of cinnamon. “This is sooo pretty!”, she squeals ridiculously as she takes a picture. You won’t tell her you’ve seen her countless times order something with chocolate, the vanilla and cinnamon she would like because that was the scent of her body wash. She takes a sip, sighing with pleasure, “Delicious chocolatey goodness.”

“That’s not a word.”

“I don’t care.”, she says.

Suddenly her eyes widen. “How did you know that I liked chocolate?...”, she asks surprised.

“I observe, Rookie.”

“So you study me. Am I that interesting?”, she asks, smiling.

You scoff, “I observe everyone. As should you. In fact, that’s why I enjoy coming here. The clientele are quite intriguing.”

“Nah, I like to curl up on the couch, covered in a fuzzy blanket with a good romance novel and a nice mug of hot chocolate.” You wouldn’t expect anything else.

“The art of observation is important for a diagnostian.”

“Okay then, what else do you observe?”

“You see that woman there, with the cup of gelato?” She nods. “She’s waiting for someone.”

“How do you know?”, she asks.

“Look at her. She keeps on checking her phone and is taking very minute bites of her gelato.” Just then, a young man enters and walks up to the woman, kissing them on the cheek and sitting down.

“Very well, let me try.” She looks around and spots a young woman entering the cafe, hair in a breezy mess. Arielle’s lips form into a devilish smirk.

“There! That woman just got laid.” You blink in astonishment.

“She had sex. Look at her hair.”

“I’ve seen your hair looking like that at the end of your shift.”, you counter.

She giggles. You find it ridiculously cute. “Well I certainly wouldn’t wear a dress that scandalous to work,” She points to the tight sparkly minidress peeking underneath from her trench coat.

“Okay, you win that one.”

“Now... what else have you ‘observed’ about me?” You think about what to say.

“You’ve worked very hard to get where you are now. You’re somebody who is selfless and caring and always make sure your friends are always happy. If people you love or respect say anything about you, you take it to heart. Others, you don’t give a damn. You would go to any extent to help the people you love.You have an unconfronted past, but you’re looking to change that.” Her mouth falls open into a perfect circle. “Am I right?”

“You are.”, she replies.

“Now do me.” She coughs.

“You’re someone has faced many obstacles to get to where you are in life. The people you truly respect can be counted on one hand. You don’t give a damn about what other people think or say about you, nor let it affect you. You don’t bring your walls down for anybody. Right now, you’re lost.” How did she manage to...

“Lost? Whatever could you mean by that?”, you ask.

“You’re trapped in some kind of problem, not knowing what to do or where to go.”, she says.

You fake scoff, “You’re half right. In diagnostics, that means nothing.” Your gut churns as you flat-out lie to her. Your pager beeps.

“I have to go.”

“I think I’ll stay here for a few minutes. Thank you for the coffee, Dr. Ramsey.”, she gently smiles.

“You’re most welcome, Dr. Valentine.”

Arielle’s PoV:-

You decide to post the picture of the mouthwatering coffee. Sipping the rest of your now new favourite coffee, you caption it ‘Delicious Chocolatey Goodness!”, ignoring what Dr. Ramsey said about it not being a real word.

You reply to a few of the comments and head back to the hospital when your pager beeps. Heading towards the nurses’ station, you see Danny.

“Hey Danny, are the tests I ordered for Remy back?”

“Yeah. Here you go.” He hands me the file, going through it as you head to Remy’s room, you collide headfirst with a rock hard chest. You look up to see Rafael.

“I’m so sorry, Raf.”

“It’s okay, Arielle. What you got there?”

“I saw some markers for a genetic disorder, so I ordered a test. But it looks good so fa”- The words die on your lips, your face falling downcast as you read the last page.

He notices your face. “What’s wrong?”

“The test I ordered came clear, but there are some other markers that clearly point to another disease, he won’t be able to walk by the time he’s fifty. Surfing’s his whole life.” You look to him for help.

“I can’t make the decision for you Arielle. But sometimes telling the truth does more damage. Just keep in mind that no decision is wrong or right. It’s different in everyone’s eyes. I’ll wait for you here.”, he gestures to the door.

Taking a deep breath, you enter the room to find Remy strumming on his guitar. “What up doc, am I cleared to go?” You steel yourself.

“Remy, the tests came back. I’m afraid you have genetic markers for distal muscular distrophy.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you won’t be able to use your hands or legs at the age of fifty. The disease is quite a late onset, it starts by atrophying the muscles of the hands and legs. It only starts at the age of around 40. I’m so sorry, Remy.”

His face morphs into fury. “I didn’t even want you to do the stupid genetic test! Is this what you wanted, to ruin my life?!” He throws the guitar at you, you dodge just in time and exit. You look back and see him sobbing on the bed. Rafael comes over and engulfs you in a bear hug.

“Hey, it’s ok.” You nod and bury yourself into his chest for a few minutes. “Hey, what if I take you out for dinner?” You look at him.

“Hey, not as a date! Think of it as a friend trying to cheer you up with the best comfort food in town.” You laugh.

“Okay. I have to change though. We’ll drive back to my apartment, where I’ll drop my car and change, and then you can attempt to cheer me up.”

You drive back with him to your empty apartment. “So... where is everyone?”

“Jackie and Landry have night shifts, and Elijah and Sienna want to keep an eye on their post-op patient overnight. So it’s just me.”

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” You give him a little tour of the place, giving him a glass of lemonade to drink.

“ I bet this is your room.” He points to the master bedroom, decorated with a trio of blush, pearl and gold hues all over the room.

“It is.”, you laugh. He looks at all the pictures on the walls.

“Anyone who’s met you can guess this is your room. It’s filled with positive and meaningful quotes all over the walls.” You giggle.

“Now get dressed quickly, I’ll wait.”, he exits the room. You close the door and decide on a pair of comfy leggings with a flowy cold shoulder baby blue top. You grab a small crossbody purse and a nice jacket. Deciding to skip makeup, you quickly twist both sides of your hair and clip it back, giving an illusion of a half up, and head out.

“See...you look pretty. Now, let’s go. I’m hungry.” You walk with Raf, him guiding you on a busy street.

“So...where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” He leads you down the street and suddenly turns your body to the right.

You see a beautiful little street lit up with lantern and fairy lights, outdoor tables set up for little shops and food carts along the way. “Wow! I wasn’t expecting a street market. It’s beautiful Raf.”

“Now, what are you craving?” You inhale the smell wafting in the air and deduce spices, particularly the ones Naveen would use when he made your favourite dinner.

“Indian.”

“Nice choice, follow me.” He leads you to a food truck and ushers you into a seat while he orders something. A few minutes later, he comes with two bowls filled with steaming jasmine rice and aromatic curry.

“You take a bowl from him and smell the delicious, mouthwatering scent. “Mm! That smells delicious.” Almost like the one Naveen makes, you think.

“Wait here.”, he goes back to the truck and gets drinks and spoons.

“Dig in!”, he says handing you the drink and spoon. You take a small bite and let the flavour dissolve on your tongue. You moan.

“It’s good, isn’t it.” You nod instead of replying, your mouth full of rice. He laughs. “Okay okay! I won’t disturb you. Eat in peace.” You both finish off your dinner in peaceful silence, taking solace of the beautiful view of the fairy lights against the night sky. Washing off your dinner with a special lemonade you say, “That was the best meal I’ve had in a long time. Thank you Raf.”

“Of course, Arielle. You’re my friend, don’t forget that.” He puts a hand around your shoulder and you head back to your apartment, talking about your favourite Indian dishes. You don’t even notice you arrive at your apartment cause you’re so tired. The only reason you were able to walk all this way was Raf helping you.

“We’re here.” You look up and blink.

“Oh, I’m so tired. Goodnight Rafael.” He gives you one last hug saying, “Goodnight, Arielle. Promise me you won’t beat yourself up about the decision you made.”

“I won’t.” You ride the elevator to the top floor and stumble into your apartment, locking the door. You fall asleep the minute you hit the bed. Waking up to the sound of loud intro music, you rub your eyes and head out to the living room. “Oh shit! I completely forgot tonight was movie night.”

“It’s okay Ari. Join us.” You see Elijah, Si, and Landry on the couch with popcorn and a few other snacks. “Where’s Jackie?” Landry points to her closed bedroom door. You knock on her door.

“Jackie? You in there?” You open the door to find medical textbooks scattered all over her bed. She looks up.

“Hey. Tonight’s movie night. Aren’t you coming?”

“No. I have to study.” You think about the various times in college you’ve put off meetings with friends to study.

“Good call.”

“I know. Close the door.” You slowly close the door, as sadness creeps up on you.

General PoV:-

Arielle slumps on the sofa between Elijah and Sienna. “So did anyone find out anything about Patient X?”, Elijah asks.

“No! I asked a bunch of residents and nurses, they thought I was joking.”, Landry says.

“I asked Danny, he didn’t know anything.”, Si says.

“So you asked Danny, huh?” Arielle gives her a knowing look as a slight blush creeps up on her face.

“They’re right. I checked all the patients’ records and there no ‘Patient X’ in the hospital.”, Elijah says.

“Okay, enough! Let’s start movie night!”, Sienna exclaims. All four of them bicker over what movie to watch and end up binge-watching Grey’s Anatomy. Arielle falls asleep again on the 3rd or 4th episode. A couple of hours later... Arielle wakes up to bright sunlight shining on her face. “Hmm....” She rolls of the sofa and onto the plush rug with a thud. After laying there for a few minutes, she gets up stretching her sore limbs and heads towards her room to get ready for the day. If only she knew nothing would have prepared her for what she was about to witness.

Arielle’s PoV:-

The first thing you do is check on Remy. You tentatively head towards to Remy’s room when he sees you and gestures for you to come in. “Hey Remy... how are you doing?”, you wince waiting for the reply.

“First of all doc, I want to apologise.” You look up in confusion.

“You’re a doctor and it isn’t your fault that this happened to me, it’s kinda your job to tell me.”

“I know Remy, but still...”

“I’m so sorry for lashing out at you, hell I acted like an ass.”

“I think I can excuse you for just this once.”, a smile blooms on your face. “But what made you change your mind?”

“If you hadn’t told me, I would have probably wasted a lot of time fooling around and doing idiotic things. Now that I know, I can make sure that I enjoy life and spend my time wisely. A lot of people don’t even know that they’re going to get sick, but I do. I should be grateful.” You smile saying, “That’s a poetic way of looking at life.”

“And... I wanted to thank you but didn’t know how. But luckily I came across something.” He pulls up his phone and shows a picture of you, a few years ago, strumming and singing with a guitar. He then pulls out his guitar and hands it to me. “Your voice is beautiful and way better then mine. This is way more useful for you.”

“Remy... I can’t possibly take this.”

“Well you have to. Think of it as a small price for the 20 years of life you gave me.” You accept the guitar and hand him his signed discharge papers. “Now go live your life.” You head towards the 4th floor for rounds, stopping at the locker room to safekeep the guitar that he gave you with a smile on his face.

Later you’re heading towards your next patient right before lunch when a gut feeling stops you in your tracks. “Wait, I followed Dr. Ramsey here yesterday... and the week before that too.” You remember what Elijah said, “They’re right. I checked all the patients’ records and there no ‘Patient X’ in the hospital.”

Following your gut, you enter the new wing under construction, stepping over the barricades. You go quite far into the corridor and peer into the halls but find nothing. You start to doubt yourself, “I might just be grasping at air here.” You decide to go a little further and notice a glow emitting from one of the newly constructed patient rooms. You peer into one the room to see someone lying in the patient’s bed, but you can’t see clearly who it is. You look beside the bed to see Dr. Ramsey, head in his hands. Taking a few steps closer, you make out the face lying in the bed. Naveen! Your heart stops. “No, no, no, no, no. There’s no way.” You try to deny it, but all of it makes sense. Why else would he quit his job. He can’t be sick, can he?”

“Before you can understand what’s going on, Naveen locks eyes with you. His eyes widen, his face morphing into utter shock. You’re frozen in place. You can see the pain in his eyes, the pain you caused. Your hearts beats way too fast. Your head is spinning. You don’t know what’s going on. It’s hard to breathe, hard to focus. So hard that you don’t even notice Dr. Ramsey looking at you. You don’t hear him shout, “Rookie!”. All you hear is the words you last said to your godfather, the ones that broke your inseparable bond and the ones that broke his heart.

Everything goes black.

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The Pregnancy, Part Three

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine (F!MC)

Tagging: @kiteplayschoices @brycelahelalover @obsessedheehee @eleanorbloom @fuseboxmusebox @princesslahela @vibrantlyjaz @kaavyaethanramsey @queencarb @schnitzelbutterfingers @ramseysno1rookie @caseyvalentineramsey @ethanramseyswhore @whippedforethanfreakingramsey

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A few days had passed since Ethan shared the news with his wife that she's carrying triplets. It was now halfway through Casey's last week at work and that news was only now settling in for the both of them, "Wow. Triplets..." Casey said for about the billionth time, as she sipped on her water with her legs stretched out in front of her, staring into the abyss of nothingness. Ethan sat across from her and nodded in silent agreement. "Doctor Ramsey?" A fellow senior doctor said poking their head into the office. "Yes?" Ethan and Casey spoke in unison as their heads turned towards the door. The doctor smiled apologetically "Ah. Sorry... Ethan. You're needed in the ER for triage." The doctor said before turning and leaving. "Wish me luck" Ethan grimaced as he clipped the lid back onto his lunch box and placed it in the draw before kissing Casey's forehead tenderly and rushing out of the door to the ER, leaving Casey to zone out and finish lunch alone. After she had finished up her lunch, Casey grabbed some sticky notes and a pen that were sitting on Ethan's desk and drew him a couple of pictures, sticking them on his computer for him to see when he got back to the office. Later on Casey trudged to the hospital lab to stretch her legs and drop off some blood samples for testing, as she walked, she twizzled her badge round her finger and dropped it. "Drat." She muttered under her breath and held onto the wall bending down, "I don't think so Dr. Ramsey" a nurse passing by said as he raced forward and picked her lanyard up and handed it back to her, "Thank you" she smiled kindly and continued on her way to the lab. As she reached the end of her shift she realized that a skeleton crew had been left to run the hospital, She walked back towards her office to finish up some paperwork and close out a file or two when she spotted Elijah waiting at the elevators near her office. She was about to call out his name, but the elevator pinged, and he wheeled himself in and the doors closed behind him. She sighed and entered her office and completed her work. Later when she was done, she sat in her office and waited for Ethan to come and meet her so they could walk to the car together. She waited and waited but he never knocked or came and put his head in the door, so with a frown, she grabbed her bag and trudged to the elevator and pressed the button, heading down to the atrium to head out and call a cab home, convinced that Ethan had forgotten that she was at work. The elevator reached the ground level and she stepped out, heading towards the main doors and outside. Sitting on a bench she pulled out her phone and started dialing for a cab. "... Yes, that's right... okay thank you." She said and hung up. Soon the cab arrived, and she was on her way home, but when she got there, she saw that the car her and Ethan went to work in wasn't in the driveway and she instantly felt even worse. She thought that she was going to get home and be able to cuddle up with her husband and talk but instead she was going to be alone until he got home from wherever he was.

Meanwhile back at Edenbrook Jackie and Bryce sprinted out of the elevator and over to Ethan. "She's not in there!" Jackie exclaimed as they stopped in front of him. Ethan turned around to face them with a raised brow, "What do you mean she's not there?" he questioned. "Exactly that bro! Her office is empty." Bryce repeated Jackie panicked. "What's going on?" Sienna asked as she approached the group, failing to hide their panic. "She's not in her office. My wife is almost 7 months pregnant with triplets, and she's disappeared. She said she'd wait for me after she finished. I don't understand. Someone- I- who would?-" Ethan said as he started panicking and hyperventilating the more he spoke. "Ethan. Ethan look at me." Bryce spoke in an even, measured tone as he placed his hands on the panicking doctors shoulders. "Look at me." He repeated as Ethan continued to stare at the ground. His hyperventilating getting worse and worse. "Oh god. Sienna grab some portable oxygen. Bryce get him to that bench over there. Elijah! ELIJAH! .... Get Casey on the phone STAT!" Jackie said as she gave everyone orders. As Elijah held his phone to his ear Sienna came running back with the oxygen, Dr. Harper Emery in tow. "What happened?!" Dr. Emery snapped as her high heels clacked on the floor. "With all due respect, now really is not the time Dr. Emery" Bryce spoke sympathetically as Sienna placed the oxygen mask on Ethan's face and turned it on. "With me now, okay?" Jackie spoke softly as she knelt down looking into Ethan's eyes "In...... and out. And again, in........ and out" She continued. About 15 minutes later A panicked voice filled the atrium from the entrance. "ETHAN? HONEY?!" Casey shouted out, Sienna approached her and led her over to Ethan, who was a sweaty, dazed looking mess. "Oh god. Honey. I'm so sorry" Casey whispered tenderly as she sat next to him, pulling him to her chest and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. The two sat there for a while in an unbreakable embrace, at one-point Elijah comes over and gives them a blanket to keep warm seeing as it's getting later in the night and the temperature is dropping. About another 30 minutes pass and Sienna comes back wheeling a cart of steaming hot food with her, "Who's hungry?" she asks happily. Everyone snaps up a plate and sits down, tucking into the deliciously hot food. "Don't worry Casey, I got you 2 chicken burgers and enough fries to feed 6. Plus I didn't forget your punnet of green grapes and a caramel decaf cappuccino and bottle of water to wash it all down. Or alternatively I got you Chinese too. Whichever you don't have, feel free to take it home for later." She beamed. They all sat together and ate, talking excitedly about the latest things going on with the things they are interested in. After they finished Ethan collected the plates and cutlery and disposed of them in the nearest trash can. As Casey stood to her feet and gave all her friends a hug, Harper came storming back towards the group, "nice to see we've turned Edenbrook into a community center now" she snapped not registering Casey had now joined them. "Look, Dr. Emery, I don't mean any harm by my following statement but... WHAT is up your ass?" Sienna asked, with her face screwed up in anger. The rest of the gang stared on in complete shock. Sienna had never spoken to a superior like this, much less Harper Emery. Shocked herself, Dr. Emery quickly regains her composure "Nothing." She choked out. "Bullshit. I've seen you. You're fine around Ethan until Casey's name comes up or she enters the room." Sienna pushed as she got into Harper's face. "Doc... Are you...? jealous?" Bryce asked, bewilderment spreading onto his face as Ethan gripped his wife's hand tightly. "Oh... this is, fucked up." Jackie spoke as the smile fell from her face.

Elijah came forward, "You're the one who sabotaged the wedding aren't you?" He said conspiritally looking at Harper. "You were jealous Casey caught Ethan's attention in a way you couldn't. You tried to break them up with a series of schemes throughout the hospital leading up to their engagement. Which killed your heart. You loved Ethan and still have feelings for him today, but despite all your meddling, Casey and Ethan only got stronger in their relationship. The opposite result of what you wanted. You wanted everything to fall apart so that Ethan would come to you and you could get Casey kicked out of Edenbrook, and you could sink your claws into him and trap him in a relationship he wouldn't have wanted. But now you have to spend every day working in the same hospital as them and watch another woman do what you wanted to do the most. Carry and eventually birth his offspring. You thought Casey was a weak and easy target, but she is stronger than most people I know. And you picked the wrong people to mess with." Elijah spoke seriously as he turned his chair to face everyone. "She's even the one behind that time Casey got severely drugged." He added. Everyone looked at Harper with faces full of disappointment. Even other doctors passing by had stopped to listen, drawn in by the commotion. "Harper.. why?" Ethan asked as he stared at the floor not daring to look her. "He said it didn't he? Ethan I lo-" She cried but was cut off as Ethan held up his hand. "I'm married and happy in that marriage. I've always been happy in this relationship. Nobody will change that." He spoke sternly as Casey yawn beside him. He looked at her and made his decision. "I'm going home. My WIFE needs to get to bed. We'll finish this conversation tomorrow. With two other seniors in the room. I don't trust you anymore" He continued as he started walking with Casey towards the main doors to go home. "WAIT!" Harper shouted, "What does she have that I don't?!!" she demanded. Ethan and Casey turned around and looked at her with a steely and level gaze. "Compassion and consideration" He spoke emotionless. They left as Harper sat on a chair and cried. Nobody stopped to console her. They just all either went to clock out or carried on with work.

It was the next day, Ethan was 2 hours into his shift, and it was time for the meeting with Harper and the two other superior staff that had been chosen to be in the room. "Okay. You both understand why we're here?" Dr. Brant said. Ethan and Harper nodded. Ethan carrying an annoyed look on his face and Harpers energy just radiating embarrassment. "Okay. So let's talk" Dr. Brant continued, looking back and forth between the two doctors sitting opposite each other. A heavy, uncomfortable silence hung in the air as Ethan waited for Harper to speak. She didn't. "Oh for god's sake Emery! Speak!" Ethan shouted loudly, annoyance in his tone. Harper flinched at that. He had never been angry with her to this extent and it filled her with even more shame and embarrassment. After a while she explained herself, revealing that she developed feeling for Ethan shortly after meeting him and that she was so blinded by her feelings for him that she never heard his words say or took his actions as a no. She admitted to her jealously and confessed to everything she had done to try and ruin Casey and her career. As he listened, Ethan got so angry that he abruptly got out of his seat and slammed the door open and marched down the hall. The other 3 doctors followed him. "Ethan I-" Harper spoke, "NO! KEEP THAT WOMAN AWAY FROM ME AND MY WIFE. I MEAN IT!" Ethan demanded rather loudly as he marched towards the elevator to go to Casey's office. When he got there, he knocked on the door "One second!" she answered from the other side and made her way to the door moving a chair out of the way and opening it. "Oh Ethan. Hey" she smiled warmly and stepped aside letting him in and closed the door behind him. She had barely turned around when she felt her husband's arms fold around her, and his form start to shake as he sobbed onto her shoulder. He was so angry he couldn't do anything else. Instead of speaking Casey just softly embraced him back, stroking his hair and giving him small kisses on his stubble. "Hey. It's going to be okay honey." She said soothingly into his ear after a while and they stepped apart and looked into each others eyes and Casey offered him a tissue with a soft smile. "Thank you" Ethan whispered as he took a couple and blew his nose. "I've got work to do but you're welcome to take as long as you need in here" Casey said as she sat back in her office chair, facing her computer once again. Ethan nodded and took a seat. "Could I help you in anyway?" he asked. Casey was in the middle of typing so he waited for an answer. "um. ... yeah. Sure. You could help me organize my folders alphabetically or clean up some files and put all the paperwork in the right place." She spoke as she continued to type. Ethan got to work grabbing some folders and putting all the documents in the correct order, making sure all the important information was highlighted for her. As he was halfway through one of the folders his pager went off, so he checked it. "I've got to attend to this. I'll be back in a bit" he sighed and left the office. Later that night Casey made her way to Ethan's office to say that she was heading home. When she reached his door, she lifted her hand to knock but dropped it again when she heard a hushed voice come from inside the office. "Please Ethan. I need you to believe me. We can move past this." it pleaded desperately. Instead of knocking Casey just barged into the room, seeing Harper standing opposite to a pissed off looking Ethan. "So, you're still trying to get your claws into my husband." Casey spoke coldly with a glare equally as cold. "It should have been me! It was supposed to be me! But your stupid blonde bitch bag ass had to get involved!" Harper screamed as she got into Casey's face.

But being the brave woman she is, Casey just returned her glare, not backing down. "Look. I don't care for your little vendetta against me for "stealing your man", But when my children's lives, unborn children at that. When their lives are at risk because of you, you best believe that when I'm no longer pregnant that your ass is going down. It will not be the demise of Casey Ramsey. It will be the demise of Harper Emery. And yes, I may lose Aurora as a friend, but I would rather risk losing a friend over the family and happy life I am building for myself and my future family." She spoke back at Harper through clenched teeth. The two women held and intense glare for a few moments, then Harper stalked off out of Ethan's office, heels clacking on the floor as she walked away. Casey spoke to Ethan and gave him ideas for dinner, then the two hugged and said goodbye, with Casey heading home.

A couple months had passed since the incident with Harper had happened. At first everyone involved tried to carry on as normal but then Harper lashed out again, resulting in her now current suspension from work, whilst something is sorted out to keep everyone safe, to ensure the patients get the best possible care whilst at Edenbrook. Of course, Casey wasn't at the hospital to work currently, as she's due to give birth almost any day now, but she liked tagging along with Ethan when she felt extra cuddly because he allowed her to hug him whilst he worked on his computer, and also just being in his presence kept her calm. They were talking during one of Ethan's breaks in his office, when Casey suddenly inhaled sharply. "oooo. Ow." She groaned. Panic crossed Ethan's face as he sat up straighter in his chair. "Don't worry. One of them just booted my side, rather harshly. That's all." Casey smiled, and Ethan relaxed a little. Soon Ethan's break was over, and he had to leave his office to carry on with work. Casey stayed in the office, but quickly got bored so decided to take a walk around the floor she was on to talk to some doctors. She was almost back at Ethan's office when a sharp pain shot through her. "Argh!" she screamed as she doubled over, holding onto the wall. A few doctors rushed over to her. ".... the babies.... they're coming!" she panted as she breathed through the pain. One doctor shouted to another to get a wheelchair, whilst another ran to get Ethan.

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Whatever You Want

Book: Open Heart (post-series) Pairing(s): Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine) Other characters: Burrito Ramsey-Valentine; Caramel Ramsey-Valentine Words: 993 Category: fluff Rating: general AO3 link here Summary: When Ethan tries to work on his day off, someone tries to distract him instead. A/N: Based on a request from @dr-colossal-pita for the @choicesflashfics prompt from February (I'm so sorry it's literally been like six months) “I would love nothing more than to spoil you with attention, but it’s going to have to wait until later.” (prompt appears in bold)

Sydney would kill Ethan if he knew he was working on his day off, but he had a deadline and he didn’t want to leave this to the last minute. So, Ethan was sitting at the desk in his home office, writing. He was almost done with the first draft of his second book. He was on the last chapter and really just wanted to power through. He was in the zone, the words flowing on the page.

He barely even noticed when Burrito jumped onto the desk. He would’ve ignored the cat, except Burrito walked across the keyboard, typing a string of random letters and special characters into Ethan’s document.

“What are you doing?” Ethan asked, causing Burrito to turn and face him. Burrito stepped towards Ethan, pressing more keys. He rubbed his head against Ethan’s chest and Ethan instinctively reached out to pet the top of Burrito’s head. “I would love nothing more than to spoil you with attention, but it’s going to have to wait until later.”

Ignoring Ethan’s comment, Burrito simply jumped onto Ethan’s lap and curled up, purring. Ethan sighed and scratched Burrito’s head. “Well at least you aren’t on my keyboard anymore.” Ethan deleted the string of gibberish Burrito had typed and continued working on his manuscript.

It took a while, but Ethan eventually got back in the zone, just writing, paying no attention to how much time had passed. He had no idea how long he’d been writing for nor how long Burrito had been laying on his lap.

Ethan had been surprised when they got their first cat, Caramel, at how much she liked him and how much he liked her. He had never been big on pets, especially as an adult. He just felt he didn’t have the time to take care of one. Nevertheless, Sydney had managed to convince him to adopt her. Getting a pet together was one of their first big relationship milestones. Ethan had never thought they would get a second cat, but Sydney said Caramel needed a friend and Ethan begrudgingly agreed, so they adopted Burrito as a celebration for their first wedding anniversary. Once again he was shocked by how much the kitten liked him. Despite the cats being Sydney’s idea, they had both taken a liking to Ethan instead. They loved Sydney too of course, but Ethan was their favorite. Sydney said it was because Ethan was softer and therefore more comfortable, but Ethan didn’t care what the reason was, he didn’t understand why they chose him when Sydney was the one who really wanted them. But even then, Ethan had grown to love them.

Sydney referred to the cats as “their children,” since they weren’t planning to have any. At first Ethan thought it was ridiculous, but over time he realized just how similar the cats were to human babies. They would scream for all the same reasons babies cry – hunger, attention, just generally needing help. Although he wasn’t confident in his abilities in the beginning, Ethan now loved taking care of them and was actually pretty good at it.

It only took Ethan another hour to finish his manuscript draft, but by the time he finished, Burrito was still curled up on his lap. He sighed, but was thankful he had a book to read right on his desk so he didn’t have to get up and disturb Burrito. Ethan leaned back in his chair, carefully putting his feet on the desk so as to disturb Burrito as little as possible while still getting into a more comfortable reading position. Thankfully, Burrito just cuddled against Ethan in this new position, still asleep. Ethan smiled to himself and opened his book.

A while later, Sydney finally got home from his shift at the hospital and was surprised to only see Caramel lounging on the cat tree when he walked in the door. Usually, Ethan would be in the living room reading or watching a documentary.

“Babe?” Sydney called out.

“In here!” Ethan instinctively called back from the study.

Sydney followed his voice into the study and found Ethan sitting back in his desk chair. “Were you working on your day off?”

“Yes, but I finished my first draft.” Ethan smiled. He knew Sydney wouldn’t stay mad at him.

“Oh yay!” Sydney ran behind the desk to hug Ethan. “I’m still mad at you for working when you should be resting, but I’m also super proud of you. Oh! And I see Burrito is proud of you too!” Sydney reached down to pet Burrito in Ethan’s lap.

“I think he’s taking after you. He stepped on my keyboard and stood in front of the computer so I couldn’t work.”

“Aw, that’s my boy!” Sydney smiled, then said to Ethan, “Now let’s get you out of this office and go celebrate! Ooh, we can walk over to that new Mexican place!”

“Of course you want to celebrate with food.” Ethan laughed.

Sydney pouted and responded, “I just got off a fourteen hour shift, okay? I’m hungry.”

“Okay, okay, but what are we going to do with this little burrito?” Ethan gestured to the cat still in his lap.

“I’ll take care of him.” Sydney dramatically swooped Burrito up and out of Ethan’s lap. “It’s my turn with Daddy now, okay?” Sydney said to the cat, carrying him out of the room. Ethan followed him and watched as he placed Burrito on the couch. Sydney turned to Ethan and said, “Let’s go!”

Before they reached the door, Burrito, who had jumped off the couch and ran ahead, did. He looked back at them as they approached and once Ethan was close enough, rubbed his head against his leg. Ethan chuckled and reached down to pick up Burrito. He hugged him to his chest and looked at Sydney. “Maybe we should just order takeout tonight.”

Sydney laughed and said, “Okay, babe, whatever you want. Or whatever Burrito wants, I suppose.”

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Not Over It

Premise: When Cassie decides to date other people, Ethan has to pretend he's not affected.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff Trope: And one of them is jealous Words: 1,385

A/N: This is the follow up to So Over It and we get to meet Nate Hanson. Set during Book 1, leading up to Miami. In Lia Land, Miami happens the weekend of Jan 26-29.

Submission for @choicesaugustchallenge Day 15 prompt “There’s always an escape.”

Part 1: It’s Not a Date

The flurries outside drifted aimlessly under the gray sky. Cassie Valentine absently watched the traffic outside the coffee shop and wondered for the nth time what she was doing here.

A few days after telling her twin brother Max to give Nate Hanson her number, she had agreed to meet the man at Derry’s. It wasn’t a date. They had both been clear on that. But each was curious about the other, and a coffee meet-up seemed like an innocent way to explore the waters.

She would have preferred to meet elsewhere, but he was going to be in the neighborhood, and they both deemed it convenient. On the positive side, she didn’t have to worry about her friends asking questions about Nate. However, she had been anxious about running into Ethan until she heard Danny mention that Dr. Ramsey was away for a couple of days.

Safe in knowing there wouldn’t be any awkward encounters at his favorite coffee shop, Cassie arrived a few minutes early. She parked herself at a table next to the window and in clear view of the entrance.

While Cassie trusted Max’s judgment completely, her stupid crush on Ethan Ramsey meant doubts were never far from the surface. There’s always an escape, she mused. She could get paged, an emergency that would take several hours or even days.

“Cassie?”

Lost in thought, she glanced up at the sound of her name. She saw a handsome man in his early thirties with short, neat black hair and warm brown eyes. His caramel-colored wool coat was expensive, as was the Hermès cashmere scarf around his neck.

She thought Nate Hanson looked better in person than his official picture online.

“Nate. It’s nice to meet you.” She offered a welcoming smile. He waved her back down when she started to stand. Folding the coat on the back of his chair, he took the seat across from her.

She pushed one of the coffee cups toward him. “I know you’re short on time, so I hope it’s okay that I got you a cappuccino. Max told me it’s your preferred drink.”

“Thanks,” he said, humming in pleasure after taking a tentative sip. “I heard you’re particular about your coffee. I’m guessing this place gets the Cassie Valentine stamp of approval.”

“Gold star,” Cassie grinned, lifting her coffee cup in a mock toast and laughing when he lightly tapped hers with his own.

“Max told me you’re teaching at Harvard this term. What brings you to this side of the river?”

“My company is doing a research trial at Edenbrook,” Nate explained. “I had meetings with the researchers this morning. Later today, I’m meeting the board. Chief Emery asked me to update them on the trial’s progress. We’re at a critical juncture, and the Harvard gig was a good excuse to stay close to the team here.”

Cassie watched him with a considering look, chin propped in her upturned palm. “Small world,” she mused. “It’s good we didn’t meet up for coffee at the hospital then.”

He laughed, guessing precisely what she was thinking. “Edenbrook’s rumor mill is strong as ever, huh? It’s good to know things haven’t changed much since I did my sub-I rotation there.”

His words made her go still. Cassie knew he had gone to Harvard Medical School, opting out of clinical residency to focus on biotech and building his company. That information had been part of his official bio. What she hadn’t known was his connection to the hospital.

“Of all the hospitals in all the towns in all the world, you walk into mine,” she murmured. She tapped her fingers against the sides of her cup, thinking how this could get complicated before it even begins. Those damn connections.

He smirked knowingly at the implication behind her words.

“Maybe we should walk back to Edenbrook together,” he joked, a challenging gleam in his eyes. “I’ll gaze lovingly into your beautiful green eyes. You can pretend to be enamored with me. A light kiss goodbye, on the lips, of course, as we both head back to work. That’ll give them something to talk about.”

“You know that kind of gossip will travel back to my mother, right?” Cassie teased, green eyes sparkling in merriment. She leaned forward, enjoying his lighthearted company, and he did the same, their foreheads almost touching. “Do you prefer a summer wedding or something in the fall?”

His boisterous laugh and her joyful one had the barista and a few patrons glancing over. Unbeknownst to Cassie, a certain attending had stopped in his tracks on the sidewalk outside Derry’s, his eyes locked on her. Ethan Ramsey traced Cassie’s laughing, relaxed features and wondered if she would ever look at him like that.

His large frame was huddled inside a thick parka; light snow dusted his dark brown hair. Pedestrians walked around him, one bumping his shoulder and muttering in annoyance. But he stood frozen in place, watching Cassie with a man who was obviously her date on the other side of the glass.

Ever since the PITA incident, and their confrontation in his office, she had kept her distance. It had been more emotional than physical, given his role in the fellowship competition and Naveen. And except for that time with the puppy during Christmas, she hadn’t really smiled at him as effortlessly as she would before, a light teasing grin as if she had found him amusing.

Ethan was used to interns flirting with him. Cassie had done so within ten minutes of their first meeting. But before, his cutting remarks had been enough to discourage further attempts except with her. She’d gotten him to grant an autograph and bought him a drink at Donahue’s, all on the first day.

From the start, she had challenged him. He still remembered how she stood up for the interns during her first rounds. How she’d caught him off guard with her pointed questions during the fMRI scan. And the thoughtful manner in which she’d astutely analyzed him for being lonely and lost in this very coffee shop a few short months ago.

The attraction he felt toward her was painful and annoying. Recognizing his bias, he had been particularly hard on her, having Mirani and Delarosa assign her the most demanding cases he could find.

Anyone else would have griped and given up after a while. But not Dr. Valentine.

She had consistently excelled in the past few weeks, proving she was worthy of his assessment. And when the rankings came out in two days, he knew she would be the top-ranked intern. Even Harper’s apparent preference for her niece couldn’t prevent that.

Instead of heading into Derry’s, Ethan forced himself to look away from the couple and walk back towards Edenbrook. He had told everyone he would be out. Instead, he’d been holed up in the new wing with Naveen scouring medical journals and brainstorming every symptom under the sun to make sense of his worsening condition.

As he slipped inside the hospital using the service entrance, he recognized the sinking feeling in his heart for what it was: envy.

He was jealous of the dark-haired man sitting comfortably across from her. As if he had every right to be there, like she already belonged to him. He was envious of the couple so engrossed in each other that they hadn’t even felt him staring intently.

Although that was probably good luck, he thought, ducking behind the tarp covering the entrance to the construction zone. The last thing he wanted was Cassie Valentine catching him spying on her, a stricken look in his eyes as if his whole world had come crashing down.

Before walking into Naveen's room, he schooled his features into a neutral expression.

“No coffee?” Naveen said, wheezing slightly. “You were gone a long time to come back empty-handed, my friend.”

“Their machine was broken,” Ethan said, making an excuse quickly.

His mentor was no fool and had already picked up on the tension between him and Cassie, commenting on it on more than one occasion. If he told him the truth, he would never hear the end of it.

When it came to Cassie Valentine, Ethan knew he had a decision to make. Was he ready to risk it all for her?

Part 2: Definitely a Date

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years

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Sugary lips (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

Author’s note: Hello, hello, hello! So, I guess this is turning into a series pretty rapidly, huh. Well, this timeline is just so fun and easy to write, a true pleasure, I’m telling you. I have one more planned, that doesn’t mean that it will be the last one though, so we’ll see how that goes :D

Here are the links to all the previous parts in the order that is correct with the timeline in case anyone wants to read them :)

~Before we met again (How they met)

~Into your arms (Their date)

~Sugary lips

~Convincing enough (Claire’s first day working with Ethan)

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21836734

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Enjoy! <3

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„Ugh, is it possible for you to go and take my exams for me?” Claire whined as she let her head fall onto the open book in front of her. She felt the soft touch along the back of her neck that made her shiver. “If you’re trying to distract me, it’s working.”

“Hm, it would be my pleasure…” Ethan replied, leaning towards her, planting a hot kiss in place of his fingers, tracing a line down the column of her spine. Her low moan made him smirk, his hands making their way to her shoulders, working the knots out of her body. She groaned in pleasure, prompting him to move closer to her, whispering into her ear. “Right after you’re done studying.”

“My god, Ethan, you’re no fun.”

“You’re going to be thankful for it tomorrow.” He smiled, pushing her hair out of the way to look at the side of her face. She opened her eye, trying to intimidate him with her hard gaze, but all she managed to do was make him laugh. “Come on, baby, you can do it. I’ll help you, and after we’re done, we can do whatever you want.”

“Oh yeah? Then I want my candy. And I want it now.” Claire stated as she sat up, shaking her head from side to side, blowing her hair away from her face. Ethan shook his head at her, laughter bubbling up in his chest.

“You’re going to get diabetes if you eat that much sugar that often.”

“I won’t let that happen. Who would be here to annoy you if I died of sugar overdose?” She giggled, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. He smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side as they looked down at the book again. They focused on the matter at hand for solid five minutes before she spoke again.

“Ignorance isn’t going to save you, Ramsey. I want that candy, you either give it to me or I’ll go and throw your kitchen upside down to find it. Your call.” He sighed heavily, standing up from the couch to get her a bag of sweets he had stored only for her. He didn’t like eating it himself, he preferred chocolate over anything else, but he knew his girlfriend had a sweet tooth. Just for that reason and that reason only, he started putting ‘candy’ on his shopping list, making sure the shelf in his kitchen was never empty. The moment he sat down next to her, she tore the bag from his hands, digging into it as she started reading again.

“Keep that up and I’ll get jealous of all the artificial substances that you’re stuffing yourself with.” He teased, trailing his index finger down her arm.

Hours passed, filled with textbooks upon textbooks, him quizzing her on every topic possible in every direction possible until he was satisfied with her results. Finally, with a heavy sigh, they both deflated, sinking into the couch with a heavy sigh. Her head fell onto his shoulder and his head on top of hers, their eyes closing for a short while.

“If I don’t pass this, I’ll sue them.” she muttered, turning to the side to nuzzle her nose against the column of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap, hiding his face in her hair.

“Tell them that I quizzed you and you passed with goddamn 110%, that should be enough.”

“I don’t know, Doctor, they might say that you’re biased.” She teased him softly, all her energy leaving her more and more with each moment that passed. “Ugh, I’m coming down from my sugar high. Carry me to bed?”

“I told you not to eat so much, but of course, you know better.” He shot back, waiting for her response, but got none back. He didn’t even have to lean away from her to know that she was sending daggers his way this very moment. “Remind me to just give you smaller portions so you can fulfill your candy desires in doses.”

“Are you going to continue on talking about how much sweets I had or are you going to take me to bed? I swear to god, Ethan, you are the strangest man I’ve ever met.”

“And yet you’re still here, Herondale.”

“That still remains a mystery to me, how do I stand your sarcasm? Oh right, I fight back with my own. My bad.” She bickered, pushing her finger between his ribs playfully as he finally stood up and started walking them towards his bedroom. As they were getting out of their clothes and getting ready for sleep, he smirked, inching away from her.

“You admitted you were wrong. World must be ending.” He raised his hands, preparing himself for the upcoming attack of a flying pillow that she sent his way, laughing as he went over to her side of bed, pulling her to him by her waist, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “We should get some sleep, you have some ass to kick tomorrow in that exam room.”

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Claire would never know what went down at four am. She would be asleep the whole time, while he tiptoed to the kitchen for a glass of water. Sleep was what she needed, not unnecessary questions about his intentions of leaving the bed in the middle of the night. Covering her up with their blanket to keep her warm, he padded out of the bedroom, looking back at her one last time.

As he was drinking water in complete silence, his gaze fell onto the almost empty bag of candy that Claire left by the couch. Ethan hated mess, so it was almost an impulse that he walked over to pick it up. Before he could turn around to put it away, his eyes located a chocolate covered caramel candy. His curiosity peaked when he saw more of the similarly looking ones, so much so that he sat down on the couch, dumping the candy onto the coffee table, examining the sight before him.

In a split-second decision, he reached for the first one, not even checking what kind it was, popping the sweet cube into his mouth. The rich flavor coated his tongue, far better than he expected it to be. So much better in fact, that he found his hand reaching for another one before he was done with the first one. And so, twenty minutes later, what started as an almost empty bag, was now completely empty. He could feel the sugar high Claire talked about so often, he could see the appeal of it, although maybe not in that exact moment. One thing he didn’t think through was that it was the middle of the night, and he was supposed to be sleeping. Instead, he felt as though he could go to the hospital and pull of a graveyard shift without even needing coffee. Not ideal.

He cleaned up the wrappers and walked back to the bedroom, getting into the bed and wrapping his arms around her. She stirred a little, falling deeper into his embrace, and he was so sure that he was about to get away with his little sin and just hold her all night until he fell asleep, when she spoke up.

“If your lips are sticky from sugar, I’ll murder you right here and right now, Ramsey.”

He tensed up, unsure how was that even possible that she immediately knew what he did, and she wasn’t even there to see it happen. Breathing in and out, he shook his head, trying to deflect her question, distract her.

“And how would you check if that’s true.”

She didn’t reply and was lying still for a short moment before turning around in his arms, flipping them over so she was straddling him, his hands pinned to the mattress, their faces close. Grinning, she nudged his nose with hers.

“I think I have a few ideas.” She whispered before pressing her lips to his.

Unsurprisingly, they were covered in candy, making her giggle as they kissed. Their fingers tangled together as she kept his hands against the bed. Ethan’s groan made her lips tingle, the intensity of it all took her breath away, causing her to lean back, her eyes closed for a moment longer before opening.

“You’re a dead man walking, Sir.” She muttered, trailing her hands down his arms, pushing herself up into a sitting position, releasing her grip on him. Looking down at him, she could clearly see how his eyes flashed with something darker and deeper, as though he was about to beg her to kill him and thank her afterwards.

“If you want to kiss me to death, I’ll die a happy man.” He breathed, focusing on the way the moonlight created a halo around her head, illuminating her hair from behind. His hands ran up and down her sides before finally resting on her hips, pushing her down onto him as he sat up, reaching for her, pressing his lips to hers again.

She hummed softly, tangling her fingers into his hair, pulling on the strands a little. She could taste the chocolate that lingered in his mouth as their tongues touched, time and time again, making them fall into each other, deeper and deeper into their passion. There was a quiet voice in the back of his head, nagging him that he should stop kissing her and let her sleep, but with each movement of her lips, he found himself forgetting, more and more, why.

Ethan moved his hands to the small of her back, his fingers brushing against her backside. He grasped the material of a shirt of his she was wearing, suddenly desperate to feel her closer to him. Claire leaned back for just a second, catching her breath, before descending onto him again, pressing her lips to his jaw and moving downwards, tracing the lines of his muscles with the tip of her tongue. She looked up and into his eyes, smirking as she left openmouthed, hot kisses on his stomach, creating a trail from one hipbone to the other. He let out a broken moan, his head falling back against the bed slightly, panting as he felt her move her hair to the side of her neck, going back to kiss his lips.

“You should probably get some sleep.” He spoke slowly, flipping them over so he was leaning over her. She grinned, stroking his cheeks with her hands before cupping them, pulling him to her again, pecking his lips a couple of times.

“You’re on sugar high, we have to get you tired somehow. Now, come here.” Claire whispered, smiling up at him softly, sparking warmth in his chest as he embraced her once more, kissing her again, one of many times that night.

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Let Them Eat Cake (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Ethan and Naomi have their own private cake tasting

Rating: T/M. Kind of suggestive, but not fully explicit. I really did try to stop myself from going full on NSFW

Word Count: ~3,000

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~~/~~

It’s almost midnight when Ethan Ramsey is forced out of his sleep by a sharp knock on his front door. Jenner wakes up as well, barking to get Ethan’s attention. He ignores it for a few seconds, rolling over in bed, but the knocking only gets louder, more insistent.

“What the hell?”

He throws the comforter back and gets out of bed. He wanders out of the room and down the hallway, Jenner hot on his heels, barking loudly. He’s ready to attack any potential intruder. Whoever was knocking on the door is fully banging on it now.

Ethan unlocks the front door and is greeted by four young women, one of whom happens to be his fiancé. The rest are her friends.

“Rookie? What are you doing here?”

His fiancé, Dr. Naomi Valentine smiles brightly upon seeing Ethan. “Ethan! You’re up!”

He can tell by her dilated pupils and extreme lack of balance that she’s drunk. “You’re drunk.” He turns to her friends, who are all staring at him, speechless. He looks down and sees that he’s not wearing anything, except a pair of cotton pajama bottoms. They did not expect Ethan to look like that underneath all of those boring button ups. “What’s going on? Is she okay?”

“Turns out, Naomi can’t handle her red wine very well,” Aurora says with a huff.

“Why are you bringing her back here?” Ethan asks. Not that he doesn’t mind having his fiancée at home with him, but it’s Jackie’s birthday, and they were supposed to be having a girls’ weekend. “I thought she was spending the night at her old place with you guys.”

“That was the plan, but she’s been asking for you for the past two hours,” Sienna says.

“We got tired of her whining. And we aren’t babysitting her drunk ass,” Jackie adds. Kyra elbows her in the side. “Ow! What? It’s the truth.”

Aurora loosens her grip on Naomi and shoves her through the doorway. “There you are, Ethan. We’ve returned her to you, safe and in one piece.”

Ethan grabs Naomi by the waist and pulls her into his side. She instantly turns her body and cuddles him. “Thank you. Are you guys good to leave? Do you need me to call a cab?”

Sienna shakes her head. “I’m the designated driver tonight, so we’re good, but thank you for the offer.”

“Alright then. Enjoy the rest of your night, ladies.”

“Goodnight. And good luck.”

Ethan closes the front door and locks it. He feels Naomi release herself from his grip and when he turns around to see what she’s doing, she’s taking off her heels. When her feet finally touch the carpeted floor, she sighs. “I’m so happy to not have those shoes on anymore.”

He and Naomi have been together for almost two years, but he’s never seen her drunk. A little tipsy? Sure, but never drunk. This is uncharted territory for him. “How did you manage to get so drunk?”

“We went to a wine bar,” Naomi answers. She bends down to scratch Jenner behind the ears. “I told them I rarely drink wine because it hits me hard but Jackie insisted because she’s the birthday girl. Now I’m here.” She fully gave her attention to Jenner, pulling the dog into a hug. “Jenner, I missed you! Did you miss me?” He sniffs Naomi’s hand before nuzzling in closer to her. “Are you the best boy ever? I think you are!” Jenner barks. “Yes you are!”

Ethan smiles at the sight of Naomi interacting with their dog. Even when she’s drunk, the bond between her and Jenner is one that can’t be broken.

Naomi gets up and walks back over to Ethan. She wraps her arms around him, burying her face into his chest. “I missed you.”

“You saw me earlier today, sweetheart,” Ethan points out. He drops a kiss on her forehead.

“That was so long ago,” Naomi murmurs. “I just want to be with you forever.”

“You are going to be with me forever, Rookie. In case you forgot, we’re getting married in a few months.”

“You know what I’m saying,” Naomi slurs, annoyed that he wasn’t picking up what she was putting down. “I want to be with you 24/7.”

So Naomi is a clingy drunk, Ethan concludes.

“In a perfect world, that would be lovely. But we can’t because we have lives, we have jobs.”

“You’re rich,” Naomi deadpans. “You can quit working, and so can I.”

Ethan chuckles. “Money may be no object, but I work because I love medicine. I love helping people, as do you. We can’t quit.”

Naomi pouts. “You’re no fun.”

“That’s why I’m with you, you’re the fun one.”

Naomi pushes herself off of Ethan’s chest, giving herself some space. “I’m tired of being dressed.”

“Okay, why don’t you go change into your pajamas and get into bed,” Ethan suggests.

Naomi ignores Ethan and starts stripping out of her clothes right in the living room. She tugs her jeans down and tosses them over her shoulder, uninterested in wherever they landed. Next is the silver tank top and bra she’s been wearing all night. Ethan watches her in amusement. Even sober, Naomi had the tendency to strip as soon as she made it through the threshold of their condo, so of course tonight was no different.

Leaving her clothes discarded on the floor, she slips off to their bedroom in search of something to wear. After digging through their walk-in closet for a minute, she settles on one of Ethan’s old college sweatshirts, and no pants. Once she’s comfortable with the choice, Naomi heads back into the common area of their condo and sees Ethan has moved from the living room to the kitchen. She joins him, silently watching as he searched for something to make.

“Did you at least have a nice time with your friends today?” Ethan asks.

“I did. Jackie got hit on by a guy at the bar, but he was gross.”

“Why was he gross?”

“Because he had dirty fingernails, he reeked of cheap cologne, and he wore a fake gold pinky ring.”

“That doesn’t make someone gross,” Ethan argues, with a chuckle. “It just makes them tacky.”

“He was gross,” Naomi insists. She opens the refrigerator and zeroes in on a platter of cake. Yesterday, she and Ethan did their cake tasting, and settled on white cake with raspberry filling and buttercream frosting, but they were able to go home with tons of samples. She takes the platter out and removes the protective cling wrap. “I’m so glad the bakery let us go home with all this cake.”

“You’re going to eat that?”

“Yeah.” Naomi hops on top of the kitchen island. “And you’re going to eat some with me.”

“Oh, am I?”

“You are.”

“You’re so bossy.”

“You love it.”

“I love you,” Ethan corrects.

“Even better.” Ethan rummages through the drawer that contains all of their cutlery and grabs two forks. He passes one to Naomi who doesn’t take it. “I don’t need it.”

“How else are you going to eat?” Ethan watches as Naomi uses her fingers to break off a piece of cake and bite into it. “Naomi, take the fork.”

“Nope.”

“I’m going to be the grown up in this scenario and actually use my utensils.”

Naomi grabs another slice with her fingers—almond cake—holds it out for Ethan to grab. “Let me feed you a slice. It’s practice for our actual reception.”

Ethan sighs, but he relents. Arguing with her would be a moot point. He opens his mouth and accepts the bite that she’s holding out for him. “I’m glad we didn’t pick this one.”

“It’s so boring!”

“I was just going to say it was the weakest of all of the cakes we tasted, but sure, it was boring.”

“My turn.” Naomi holds out the platter for Ethan to pick a slice.

Ethan opts for the chocolate cake with salted caramel filling and breaks off a piece for Naomi to eat. He lifts it to her lips and she accepts, but before he can pull his hand away, she catches his wrist. Naomi captures his thumb between her lips and sucks on it greedily, licking off whatever remaining frosting was still on his finger. She lets go of his thumb with a resounding pop. “Delicious.”

In that moment, Ethan is sure he’s lost the ability to form coherent thoughts.

“Fucking hell.”

Naomi takes a fingers and swipes a generous amount of icing off of one of the slices of cake—she doesn’t bother checking this time, and she doesn’t care in the slightest—and traces a random pattern onto Ethan’s chest and stomach. This time, she makes a show out of it, locking eyes with Ethan as her tongue follows the trail she left. She’ll never get tired of this, exploring him at her leisure. She can feel just how tense he is, his entire body rigid with restraint. She giggles, mostly to herself and places a soft kiss next to his navel. “You’re so tense. You need to learn how to relax more, Doctor.”

Ethan grabs a fistful of Naomi’s hair and yanks her head back, forcing her to look at him. Naomi winces at the sensation, but her eyes darken and the small smirk on her lips tell Ethan all he needs to know. This woman was a fucking minx. “You’re going to be the absolute death of me, Rookie.”

His voice is hoarse and he all but growls at her, and Naomi knows she has him right where she wants him. “Then you shall die a happy man.”

Ethan takes his own slice of cake and puts some in Naomi’s mouth. Not giving her the chance to eat it, he bends down and kisses her fiercely, tasting the sweet dessert on her lips. He captures her full bottom lip between his teeth. Naomi’s hands fly to his hair, grabbing a handful. She tugs, and Ethan groans into her mouth. “Exquisite.”

“Me or the cake?” Naomi asks, teasing him.

“I didn’t even register what that cake tasted like,” Ethan says honestly. Was it strawberry? Maybe carrot cake? “You. It’s always you.”

He reaches out traces nonsensical patterns on Naomi’s bare thighs until his fingers find their way underneath the oversized shirt she’s wearing, settling on her ribcage. Goosebumps break out all over the skin and Naomi shivers involuntarily.

Naomi’s eyes flutter shut at his touch. “You’re such a smooth operator.”

“Everything I’m saying is the truth. I love you.”

Naomi smiles brightly. She’ll always love hearing that. “I love you, too.”

Ethan leans forward and kisses her again, slower this time. Every kiss makes him dizzy, like he’s drunk. His tongue glides against her lips until it finds purchase in her mouth, melding against her own. And he doesn’t want to stop, even though his lungs are burning and constricting, and he really should come up for air, but he doesn’t want to separate. He’s just as addicted to her as she is to him. His hand continues their journey north, settling on her breast. He calloused fingers pull at her erect nipple, pinching the tiny nub between his thumb and index finger. Naomi arches her back trying to get even closer to him.

Naomi’s nails rake down his naked chest, leaving scratch marks in their wake. She stops once she reached the waistband of his pajama pants. Ethan’s breath caught in his throat as her fingers dip beneath the waistband of his pants and boxers, lightly scratching his hip.

She breaks the kiss and moves to his neck and jaw, enjoying the feel of his stubble. Ethan drops his head into the crook of her neck, panting loudly. “I have a question for you, Doctor Ramsey.”

Her fingers slowly make their way to the front of his body and she slowly strokes his hard length in her palm, her thumb just barely grazing the tip. His hips buck forward and his grip on her body tightens. “Anything, Naomi. Ask me anything.”

Naomi stops stroking him, earning a desperate whimper from the usually put together attending. “When are you going to stop this game and take me to bed?”

Before a moment could pass, Ethan easily lifts Naomi up by the backs of her thighs, making her yelp in surprise. She locks her ankles behind his back as he all but runs down the hall to their bedroom.

As soon as they’re in their room, Ethan fosses Naomi onto the center of the bed. She sighs in content at the soft mattress hitting her back.

Ethan tries to touch and kiss every inch of skin available to him. Her face, her neck, her thighs, everything. But he hears a sound that stops him dead in his tracks. Snoring.

“Rookie?” He looks up and sure enough, Naomi is out like a light. “Naomi? Naomi?”

She doesn’t respond, she only rolls over.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ethan doesn’t know if he wants to laugh at the speed of which his fiancée fell asleep, or if he wants to pull his hair out in extreme frustration.

He hooks his arms underneath her neck and the backs of her knees, lifting her up so he can actually get her into bed. He places her on her side, and pulls the comforter over her body. Ethan then shuffles into their en-suite, in search of where Naomi keeps her makeup. He finds her makeup wipes tucked in a corner and he grabs a few. Naomi is extremely diligent and rigid when it comes to her bedtime routine and she’d be upset if she woke up and realized she went to bed with a full face on. The least he can do is semi-help.

Walking back to their bed, Ethan takes one of the wipes and runs it across Naomi’s face. He does this a few times, until he’s confident he’s taken off most of her makeup. He also put her hair into a sloppy ponytail using a satin scrunchie—not a hair tie, as she’s told him many times, as those pull out her hair. Naomi can critique him in the morning, but for now he’s proud of how well he’s done.

Ethan crawls into bed next to her, and she instantly curls into him, her head resting on his chest. “Sweet dreams, Rookie.”

~~/~~

The next day, Naomi is pulled out of her sleep, by something wet touching her hand. She opens her eyes to see that it’s just Jenner, licking her. “Jenner, what are you doing?” He just barks in reply.

The second thing that hits her is just how fucking bright their bedroom is. The sunlight pierces through, making Naomi squint. The bright light is doing nothing for her headache.

“Good morning, Rookie!” Naomi looks up and sees Ethan standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips.

“Why are you so loud?”

“I’m not loud. You’re just sensitive to noise.” Ethan enters the room and hands Naomi a bottle of water and three Advil tablets.

“And light,” Naomi adds. “We’re investing in some good blackout curtains.”

Ethan sits down next to Naomi and gives her a proper kiss as a greeting. “The floor to ceiling windows and that view cost me a fortune.”

“I don’t care,” Naomi groans. “I want curtains. It shouldn’t be so bright this early in the morning.”

“It’s not morning. It’s 12:30.”

“What?” Naomi checks the alarm clock on her bedside table and sure enough, it’s afternoon. “I slept this late?”

“I couldn’t wake you up if I tried. You were like a log.”

Naomi opens her water, and chugs it. “Last thing I remember is drinking with the girls. How did I get here? I was supposed to spend the night at my old apartment and go to brunch with the gang today.”

“They dropped you off because you got drunk and they didn’t want to watch you. Then you proceeded to get naked in our living room–”

“That sounds pretty on-brand.”

“Then you tried to seduce me.”

“What?”

“You don’t remember eating cake off of me?”

“What, those wedding cake samples?”

Ethan nods. “Oh yeah. You wanted to eat the cake samples, and you wanted me to feed them to you, and it spiraled from there.”

Naomi vaguely remembers what he’s talking about. She gets flashes of them in the kitchen, making out like two restless teenagers. “You said tried, so I can assume my seduction failed? You were able to resist me?”

“Oh, absolutely not. I fully intended on ravishing you, but you passed out as soon as we made it to bed.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You were dead to the world as soon as your back hit the mattress. I managed to semi wipe your makeup off and tie up your hair. Sometime in the middle of the night, Jenner got in bed with us, and he stole you away from me.”

“This is why I don’t drink wine. It puts me to sleep.”

“It also makes you quite the temptress. Not that I mind at all.”

Naomi wraps her arms around Ethan’s midsection. “Well, thank you for taking care of me last night. I have the best fiancé in the world.”

“You don’t have to thank me, darling.”

“I do. I appreciate you.”

Naomi gets out of the bed, and stretches her arms and legs until she feels a satisfying ‘pop’ in her joints. “I’m going to take an extremely hot shower.”

“Okay. Are you hungry? Because I can make you a late breakfast.”

“No. Because you’re going to join me.”

“Oh, am I?”

Naomi lifts her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. “That’s only if you think you can keep up with me.”

Ethan’s eyes darken at the challenge. “Rookie, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into just now.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Naomi turns around and winks at him. “Well, come out your money where your mouth is, old man.”

Ethan jumps out of bed so fast, Naomi barely has time to register it before he’s hoisting her up in his arms. She laughs as he races off to the bathroom.

She and Ethan don’t leave their bedroom all day. They’ll have to make it up to Jackie by buying her a very expensive birthday gift.

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