There is no way in hell that Alexandra “Get Ma A Wrench”Danvers will ever say that in her entire life. Every time they karaoke, it’s probably Kara who says that with the biggest grin ever, Alex facepalms and groans while Winn gives Kara a high-five.
prompt idea if you want: dex is a nurse at a hospital and nursey is a patient
Being a nurse is not an easy job. Not by far. He spends every minute of every shift on his feet. He’s been puked on, spat on, bled on, peed on, and pooped on. Sometimes all in one day. He’s had to deal with just about everything.
Or so he thought.
Derek Nurse of Room 402 has not puked, spat, bled, peed, or pooped on him. He has, however, hit on him.
It was funny, at first, Derek just coming off an appendectomy, still a little loopy, asking, “Are you an angel?”
Dex had laughed and said, “Nope, I’m a nurse.”
Derek’s, “No, I’m a Nurse!” was a little slurred and a lot cute, and Dex just laughed and got him settled back in the bed before leaving to go check on his other patients.
The anesthetic has worn off now, though, and Derek’s still hitting on him. With his sister in the room. It’s getting weird.
After a particularly creative line about bedside manner, Dex has to ask him if he’s being serious.
“Oh he’s one-hundred percent serious,” Derek’s sister, Jordan, answers for him, “Every time you leave the room he starts talking about how cute you are.”
“Jordan,” Derek hisses.
“You’ve been hitting on him all day, Derek, I think he’s aware that you think he’s cute,” she huffs, “I’m going to the gift shop. Good luck, Der.”
“So,” Dex drawls, getting the cuff out to check Derek’s blood pressure, “You think I’m cute, huh?”
“C’mon, it’s not like I’m the first patient to tell you that.”
“You’re right,” Dex nods, “At least five ladies over the age of seventy have called me cute during my time here.”
“Well did any of them ask you out?” Derek asks.
“No,” Dex laughs, “None of the senior-citizen women asked me out.”
“So I’d be the first patient to ask you out then?” He questions.
“Are you asking me out?”
“I’m trying,” Derek sighs.
“Oh,” Dex breathes out, “Um, yes, then.”
“God, that was sickeningly adorable,” Jordan says from the doorway, fake-gagging. Derek throws the pillow off his bed at her, then winces at the pain that must be pulling in his stomach after a stupid maneuver like that. Dex is a nurse, and he’s not ever supposed to laugh at his patients’ pain, but he kind of can’t help it, here.