Angela had never had a crush. In her twenty years of schooling and her year as a surgical intern, she had never even kissed another human. (Okay; The cowboy at her middleschool halloween party didnt count). She never had time for crushes or relationships. In medical school, you focus on one thing only and that's medicine. So this...this was new. The fluttery feeling in her chest, the blush rising to her cheeks, the heat sinking to her-

"Hello?"

Angela squeaked, grabbing her clipboard eagerly as she stood up straight. "Hello! My name is Angela, I'm an intern here! How can I help you?"

The owner of the voice stared for a moment before snorting in laughter, covering her mouth as she gave a deep laugh. "I'm glad I'm in the right place then...I uh, I seem to have burned myself while fixing my motorcycle. I'm looking for a doctor." She held out her arm, pointing to a dark red burn that had already begun to blister into her forearm.

The blonde nodded, picking up her pen. "Of course! If you want to follow me we can get you set up in one of our exam rooms." She waved the woman forward, pushing back the curtain that separated the two rooms. "If you want to get settled on the bed, i can take a look."

The darker woman nodded, giving her a small smile as she climbed onto the bed. She sighed then, leaning back against the wall. "Could I get some pain medication? This really hurts."

"I'm sorry," Angela hid behind her clipboard, showing only her large blue eyes over the edge of the wood, "I need to do a full exam before I can prescribe any medications."

"Fine, fine..." She nodded, "Fair enough. What's the first question?"

"Guess we're just jumping right in," The intern gave a short, almost awkward laugh as she looked to her sheet of paper. "Name and date of birth please?"

"Fareeha Amari, March 15th, 1985."

"Fareeha...How beautiful..." Angela grinned, scribbling the name down. "Now...have you been out of he country recently?"

Fareeha only laughed, "I go visit my hometown in Egypt twice a year, so yes. I just got back a few weeks ago."

"Egypt? That's so cool!" The younger woman's grin seemed to grow, "I'm from Switzerland myself!"

"Oh really?" Fareeha smirked, "That seems like quite a cold place compared to Egypt.."

Angela paused, cheeks flushing a deep red color as she stared at the injured woman. Was that...was that flirting? Was she flirting with her? No, of course not, she was a patient and she was a doctor and she had no idea if the woman was even-

"I believe your next question is going to be asking if I'm pregnant or not." Fareeha lay her head back, her smooth voice snapping the blonde from her thoughts.

"Of course being a lesbian makes it rather difficult to get pregnant."

Angela was frozen, her knuckles white as she gripped her clipboard tightly, as if letting go would cause her to float away.

"I-I have to go," She took a few steps back, hitting her rear end on the wall, "I-I'll come back w-with your tests- i mean, to do your tests, and you just..." she held her hand up, "Just stay there!"

Fareeha sat up again, watching with a small frown as the doctor fled from the room with a squeak. "Angela...?"


The door to the on call room slammed shut, Angela's heavy breathing echoing off the walls. This wasn't fair! Her first patient of the day and she was the hottest girl ever!

"Amari..." she repeated to herself, gently touching her lips, "I know I've heard that name before..."

She whined aloud to herself, covering her face. It just wasn't fair! She wasn't going to make it through patching up Fareeha without melting into a pile of trembling goo, let alone go about the rest of her day acting like she never met her!

"Dammit..." the woman stood up tall, snatching up her clipboard. "I'm an adult, dammit! I can do this!"


"Hi!" Angela smiled, moving the curtain back to see the darker woman. "I see you got your pain medication, so sorry about the wait."

Fareeha looked up, giving a dorky grin to the woman. "No it's fine...I'm just happy i got it. And happy that you're back." She reached out, brushing the tips of her fingers against Angela's arm.

The blonde bit her lip, slowly placing her arm back down. "Stay still so I can patch you up, okay?"

"Of course, doctor..." Fareeha closed her eyes, laying back against the bed. "Although...I just have one request."

Angela hummed, "And what would that be?"

"Could I have your number?"

The woman went silent, the electronic beeping of the woman's monitors being the only sound that filled the room. Angela looked up, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

"I...You want my what?"

"Your number." Fareeha smiled, "So I can call you when i get home and let you know I'm alright."

Angela stayed silent for a bit, eventually shaking her head. "I-I'm so sorry...I believe it's against protocol to be giving out my number to patients..." she finished wrapping up the woman's forearm, taping the wrap down. "I'll send in your discharge papers, call me if there's any issues."

"Of course." Fareeha reached out, grabbing a pen and a pad of paper off the bedside table before scribbling something out. She ripped it off the pad, slipping it into the breast pocket of the woman's lab-coat.

"Only if you'll call me too."


Fareeha sighed, eyes half lidded as she stared down at her phone. It had been a few days since her meeting with the young blonde, and she was seriously considering injuring herself just so she could see her again.

She let out a long moan and covered her face, the sound of Jesse's laughter echoing in her mind. He'd laughed for nearly two minutes straight when she recounted the tales of drugged up Fareeha in front of the beautiful blonde intern to him.

"She's never going to call!" The woman slumped back in her chair, "I met a literal angel and she's never going to call me!"

"Now hang on," Jesse looked over, crossing his arms on the table. "You don't know that. Yer mom's a surgeon, you should know how busy they get. She's probably just at work."

Fareeha looked to her brother with a small pout, letting out a whine. The two of them weren't related in any means, but they'd grown up together as 'military brats', creating a special bond between the two that was even closer than siblings, if you asked her.

"She was so hot!" The woman exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. "She was so hot and she's never going to-"

"Yer phone is going off." The cowboy across from her pointed to the device on the table, smiling. "Think it may be her?"

Fareeha froze for a split second, eyes widening as she looked down at the buzzing item.

"Oh my god," She quickly scooped it up, accepting the call before holding it to her ear. "Fareeha speaking."

"Fareeha?" The voice on the other end of the line was soft and light, causing the darker woman's heart to skip a beat. "Oh good, I couldn't figure out if those were twos or sevens! I'm so glad i got the right number!"

"Angela!" She sat up, cheeks flushed, "Y-yeah! Sorry, my handwriting can be a bit sloppy when I'm tired..."

"That's alright..." Angela giggled, "I'm around doctors all day, I've learned to read handwriting much messier than yours. I found yours rather cute..."

Fareeha pulled her phone away from her ear, frantically pointing to the phone and whispering eagerly to the man at the table. "She thinks my handwriting is cute!"

Jesse chuckled, tilting his hat down a bit.

"Well how cute."

"Shh!" She waved him off, bringing the phone back to her ear.

"Anyway..." The blonde cleared her throat, "I was wondering if maybe you'd like to, um...Go on a date with me tonight? W-when I get off work?"

She gasped, eyes widening further as she nodded quickly. She then realized the woman couldn't see her nodding and took a deep breath, "Yes! I would love to! What time do you get off?"

"As soon as possible if you're involved..." she purred, eyes fluttering shut.

Both women went silent then, each one just waiting for the other to speak.

"I..." Angela swallowed hard, "I said that out loud, didn't I?"

Fareeha bit her lip, covering her mouth. "Yes...you did." She snorted in laughter, doubling over as she grabbed at her stomach. "I uh...I meant what time does your shift end?"

The blonde smiled, "I clock out at seven..."

"I'll see you then."