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Half the Heart, Twice the Love

Part One: Love at First Arrest

[part two] [part three] [part four]

This fanfiction is dedicated to my amazing tumblr best friend @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff . After watching JDM’s character Denny Duquette on Grey’s Anatomy, we became extremely heartbroken, aching for more and more Denny. So I decided to start a story that (for now) will be a less depression story about Denny, love and his time at the Seattle Grace Hospital. 

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

“You’re gonna be okay, alright? Just hang on. Move, MOVE!” 

You burst through the doors of the Seattle Grace Hospital, a young girls body draped in your arms like a broken doll. You dodged around chairs and people, looking to attack the first doctor you saw. “I need some help here!” You laid eyes on a doctor across the lobby and yelled out, “Hey, can I get some help here? Please? Yes, you sir, please-” The two of you met in the middle, trading the body from your arms to his. 

“Walk and talk. What happened?”

“Car accident. Projected out of the windshield onto the road, about 3 feet from the car. She has a piece of glass lodged into her stomach.” You both ran to the ER, as you spoke the doctors swarmed like bees as they placed the girls body on a stretcher, hooking her up to various wires and machines. 

“Anyone else?”

“Her mom, but she didn’t make it. She told me they were on their way to celebrate her 14th birthday.” 

“Alright, let me know if you get any more information. Mer, hook her up to an ambu bag. Can I get some help, please?” His voice trailed off as they disappeared behind the double doors, racing her down the hallways to the next open room. You stopped to take a breath, realizing you had been running all this time. You hated running, but it was a part of the job. 

“…now hang on a minute, let’s settle this once and for all. Officer, excuse me. Officer?” 

You turned to face the voice coming from inside the room you didn’t realize you had stopped in front of. You locked eyes with a man, stretched out on the hospital bed, with the sweetest smile you had ever seen. 

“What can I do for you, sir?” You paced into the room, stopping at his right side. 

“Well, Doctor Bailey I’m gonna have to take back what I said.” He held onto you with his eyes and refused to let go.

“About why you hate hospitals so much?”

“No, no. Our debate. Here is walking proof that there are hot cops in Seattle.” His grin pierced you in the best way, sending a chill through your body. Miranda crossed from his machines to the bed. 

“Denny, what are you talking abou-”

“Come on, doctor. I’m the one with the half-working heart, don’t tell me we have a half working memory in the room too,” he joked, trying to make his compliment towards you as casual as possible. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Officer…”


His face lit up like a Christmas tree. Here he was, a man possibly on his death bed, so happy to be alive. “Alexandria. Pretty name for a pretty face.” You tried to conceal your blush as you fumbled with the badge on your belt. 

“You’re too nice for a man with only half a heart, sir.” He burst out laughing, shaking his head. 

“’Sir’, can’t remember the last time someone called me that. Try out Denny instead, see how that feels.” 

“Pretty name for a pretty face, Denny.” His grin filled the room, giving you a sensation you had never felt before. His attitude was contagious and you craved more of it. 

“I’m sorry, officer but if you’re going to want to continue this flirt fest you’re gonna have to come back during visiting hours.” Dr. Bailey stood near the door, making it obvious that it was time for you to leave. 

“Of course, doctor. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“Now hold on there, Alex,” He struggled to sit up, “You don’t have to take that from her. You’re an officer, you’re a beautiful officer. You are the law!” 

You chuckled heading for the door, stopping at the chart of the end of his bed first. “You’re right, I am the law. So, Mr…” you searched for his name on the file, “Duquette, you are now placed on bed arrest until you have a proper heart. You could be a danger to society walking around with a half working organ.” You returned his chart and headed out, only making it to the doorway before he stopped you again. 

“At least the half still works, I found that out when you walked in here. Before I wasn’t so sure so thank you.” He brought out his beaming smile yet again as you nodded and exited the room. As you headed to the lobby, his sweet, dimpled face echoed within your mind. Laughing under your breath, you made your way to the front desk.

“Welcome to Seattle Grace Hospital! What can I help you with today?”

You smirked as you leaned onto the counter, “Can you tell me when visiting hours are?”

There’s part one. There will most certainly be a part 2. or 3. Or however many until @fuck-yeah-lets-do-negan-ff hates it or I run out of ideas. 

Let me know what you think or if you’d like to be tagged! I’ve seen very few Denny fics out there, so writing this was a lot of fun. 

Love always <3