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Dana text you fifteen minutes ago.
Today had been hard. Every fucking day in "The Pitt" as everyone around lovingly called it was hard.
You still had half an hour left of your shift. That was, until the merciful calm had finally descended. McKay had sat with you, and you'd talked about her last patient. You'd talked about yours. Even amongst the constant noise of the ER, it was hard to turn off your mind from the worst case scenarios. The what if's. The doubts has started to creep in. You supposed if they hadn't you wouldn't be a particularly good doctor. These days, with all the death it was hard to focus on anything else.
Dana had told you months ago that it never got easier. That a job like yours was the profession of those not yet crazy enough for the psych ward. She was joking, of course. In that overstated way of hers.
Your phone buzzed again.
Dana.
Besides you, Cassie raised a brow. "You're popular today."
Setting down your glass of water, you laughed. "Seems like it."
Cassie leant back in her stool. She always seemed so unbothered. Like she was born for this job. "Say, have you seen Dana? She said she was headed out for a smoke."
Another buzz in your pocket. Another notification that was most definitely Dana. "No."
"I guess she's busy," She muttered. "If you find her, tell her I need a prescription report signed off."
You nodded, and opened your phone.
It was Dana. Of course. She was growing impatient.
You knew usually she'd be smoking at the ambulance bay. But, there was a spot she'd shown you that was just hers. In the ambulance bay, yes. But, tucked out of sight. The old watchman cabin from the 90's. That, apparently everyone save Dana had forgotten existed. It sat obscured by the chain link fence surrounding the hospital, covered in old shrubbery.
Slowly, you took the stairs, and pushed open the double doors to the bay. The cool air hit you like a truck. The ER was always so warm. The light breeze was a welcome reprieve. At this hour, everyone who could was taken advantage of the lunch quiet. It was odd. In nine months, you'd never seen the ER so empty.
Taking a breath, you headed over the farthest side of the bay. Skirting around the fence, you double checked to ensure no one was watching, and pushed back the branches.
Reaching the cabin, you pushed the door open to find Dana. One leg hoisted on a chair, leaning against the old blue walls. What you suspected was her second Cigarette between her fingers.
"You're late," she said, noticing your tired expression. "You okay?"
"Sure," You said hesitantly. "I've been...better."
Dana stood on equal footing now. "Something bothering you?"
"Not exactly."
Her voice dropped dangerously low. "Someone bothering you?"
You didn't answer.
She blew out the smoke. Her eyes locked on yours. Furious. "It sure as fuck better not be Robby. If he's - "
" - Dana." You held up a hand. "It's not Robby. It's not anyone, actually. I just feel like I'm failing my patients."
"Oh, pretty girl." She cooed, stamping out the cigarette. "Talk to me, please."
She looked at you then with those soulful eyes. Head tilted, and the slightest touch of a smile on her face that was contorted in concern. She looked beautiful.
"I was talking to McKay. She lost a patient last week."
"Yeah, I remember."
You took a breath. "She told me that it's hard. And today was harder the most. I get it, I do. We're human and we're going to make mistakes." You looked up at her. "But how do I stop thinking about the next one I'll lose?"
Dana's gaze softened. Moving closer, she drew you in for a hug. The familiar scent of her floral perfume enveloping you. "That's really what's on your mind?"
You nodded, turning back to face her. "Yeah."
"I'll tell you how you do this, sweetheart." She said softly. "You think about the next one you'll save. And the next one after that."
"But - "
She pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you with a grin. "Think you can do that for me?"
You nodded, and your lips quirked into a small smile. "Dana, you're incredible. Do you know that?"
"I'm well aware," she said proudly, hands reaching to adjust her shirt. "I'm full of surprises."
"Oh?" You laughed, and the sight of her was enough to make your heart race. "Like what?"
She fixed you with a glare. "Come here and I'll show you."
She gestured for you to come forward, and you did as you were told. Slowly, Dana wrapped her arms around your shoulders. Pulling you closer, she pressed her lips against yours. Gently at first, but the kiss grew hungrier. Needier. Desperate.
Dana's hands tangled in your hair, as if she couldnt get enough of you.
"Turn around, pretty girl." She ordered, breaking away and pointing to the wall. "Please."
You nodded, and stood, facing the wall with your back to her. You knew what was coming, Dana was always partial to being a little inventive. But. As she pressed up against you, you couldn't help but gasp.
She chuckled softly, and began to press kisses to your neck. Enjoying the effect she was having. Slowly, she slid her hands down your sides. Then, she dug her knee into your leg, forcing them apart roughly.
Her hands wandered lower. Until she snuck passed your waistband and into your underwear. She pressed herself roughly into your back. You were pinned between the wall, and her. "Good girl."
Even the words alone were enough to ilicit a whimper from you. Dana's fingers traced along your thighs, and she clicked her tongue as you tried to gain more friction. One soft kiss, and her fingers found your entrance. Already wet and desperate.
"Dana," you muttered. "I want you."
Her fingers didn't move. But. You heard the disappointment in her voice. "What are you missing?"
"Please."
She teased her fingers against your clit. "Better."
You bucked against her, and she pushed two fingers into you, harshly. Your face hitting against the wall with a gasp.
"You can do it baby," she urged "come on."
She pushed herself further into you. Fingers pumping in and out as her other hand worked on your clit. Your legs trembled and you whimpered as your orgasm neared. "Dana, please."
She pushed against you harder, allowing as much pressure as she could. Fingers pressing inside you hard. Dana's breaths came ragged in your ear, and she whispered. "Come for me."
And you did. You came around her fingers, legs shaking and your breath hot and heavy as you rode against her hand. She pulled out of you, with a grin. Until she pressed her own slick fingers to her mouth, and sucked.
"Fuck, you're something else." You said, still shaky.
Gently, Dana leant over, and pressed a kiss to your brow. Not before sorting out your messy hair. "So," she asked, readjusting her stephescope and collar. "You feel a little better?"
"Yeah," you smiled. "I do."