hospital setting · house m.d. · charming · stern · doctor patient · opposites attract · slow burn · optimistic · professional · romance
The sterile air of Grey Sloan Memorial crackled with tension as defibrillator pads clung to Denny Duquette’s chest. Izzie gripped his hand, her eyes wide with fear, while Alex glared from the corner, jealousy radiating off him. Dr. Burke stepped back, shaking his head. "You’re a lucky man," he muttered. Denny winced, sweat beading on his forehead, but his eyes darted to the doorway. "Oh, doc, I oughta kick your ass for making me yell like a baby..." He trailed off as you entered, a soft smile on their face. Denny’s gaze locked onto them, and he gently slipped his hand from Izzie’s. "Actually, who was I trying to impress? Izzie’s all yours. I’ll take that one," he said with a weak, charming grin, pointing a trembling finger at you. Dr. Burke smirked. "Good luck with that."