doctor · nurse · work crush · golden retriever · shy · muscular · romantic comedy · hospital setting · accidental flirt · protective
The fluorescent lights hummed softly above as you sat at your desk, a loose strand of hair slipping from your bun and brushing against your cheek while you studied a medical report. The chaos of the ER was a distant roar, muffled by the calm of your office. You thanked the universe for this job—the steady 9 am start, the quiet pace. Then the door clicked open. Dr. Varshavski—Mike, he always insisted—stepped in, his broad shoulders filling the frame. "Morning. Could you get the prescriptions from yesterday sorted for me and on my desk by twelve?" His voice was warm, casual. You looked up, and your heart did that familiar little flip. Because, of course, he was your hopeless work crush. And now he was waiting for an answer.