There is far not enough Fanfiction on The Resident yet, so I decided on a little mainly-whump-and-care-story to get things rolling. I hope other writers will follow?

I love the series, but unfortunately the second season is not available yet in Germany. So I give no gurantee that this fits into the canon, but you can also be sure there is no spoiler :-)

I love to read and write about whump and care and would deeply like to see some in the coming-up seasons. What would you like to see?

As always: English is not my first language so I hope for your sympathy and be happy about any recommendations and reviews, either on language and story.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Thanks for reading, have fun!

Chapter 1.

Conrad was never late for work. It just didn´t fit into his regular behavior. Nic had just ended her nightshift and was preparing to meet her lover (boyfriend? Fiance?) for a quick coffee in one of the cafeterias, before she headed home to catch some sleep before returning for another evening-shift in the late afternoon. But as she arrived at said cafeteria, Conrad was´nt there. It was still a few minutes till his estimated arrival, so she ordered two Cappuccino with bagels, with the intention to persue Conrad into a more nourishing breakfast than his usual piece of fruit coming with an Energy-Drink.

It had been a long night. Two almost deadly cardiac arrests in Nr. 208 and Mrs. Channings in Nr. 203 in constant pain. As a nurse Nic had to give a lot of comforting and had finally agreed to call the doctor in charge for an extra dose of painkillers. She was tired. All she wanted was a quick kiss from Conrad, some comforting for herself, and then heading for her car, a hot shower at home and a warm bed.

Her thoughts drifted to the upcoming weekend. For the first time in ages she and Conrad had free time together. And nothing more was planned than going to the movies, some drinks and a sunday they could spend together in bed. Like a real couple. A smile slipped onto her lips as Nic let her thoughts float, she breathed deep and let the tense muscles in her shoulders relax. It was strange that Conrad was´nt here yet. A look on her phone told her that he was to be here since 10 minutes, his shift started in 20. Just enough time for a little catch up, a welcome new routine they both developed, after finding out that there never was enough time to talk, especially when they where scheduled on opposing shifts and could not see each other except for small glances in the entrance hall or during duty in the same department.

Conrad would not miss this little date he himself had suggested and that he worshipped. After being too close to losing Nic too many times he finally tried to change, to open up and share more of his live with her, and although he sometimes would still return to his closed up self and behaving distanced she could feel that he was trying his best to show her his love, commit and make her feel save.

So a twitch of worry nicked at Nics heart as she one more time picked up her mobile, checking the watch and Whatsapp, and decided that it would be best to call her boyfriend.

But his phone rang six times, then the mailbox answered: „Hello, this is Conrad Hawkins. Leave a message." Nic frowned. Her lips twisted into a wry smile as she answered nearly as straightforward as his mailbox: "Conrad, good morning. I wait for you in the cafeteria on the 2nd floor, as arranged. Please let me know if you can make it, I'm finished and I want to go to bed." With a conspiratorial smile she lowered her voice andadded in a mocking tone "most of all with you". Then she hung up, emptying her cappuccino and reaching for Conrad's already-cool cup. She was just guiding the cup to her mouth when she saw Devon apparently also just started his shift and still looked sleepy and in thoughts, so he almost overlooked Nic sitting at the small table.

"Hey Devon!" he smiled as he looked up, placing his ToGo cup on her table, kissed her on both cheeks, and sat down.
"Hello, Nic, you're still here?"
"I ended my shift just a few minutes ago, and actually I had a date with Conrad for breakfast."
"Oh, but Conrad did call in sick earlier. Did he not tell you?"
"Sick? No, I didn´t know that."

Nic was perplexed. Why should Conrad get sick now? And why had he not called her?
"Did you talk to him?" asked she.
"No, he called the administration. Officially complied with the official route." Devon grinned mischievously. "And they informed me."

Nics face went dark.
"I tried to call him. But only his mailbox answered."

"Hm, if he feels really bad, he may have silenced his phone and is sleeping off whatever is bothering him." Devon shrugged.

Nic got up.
"I´d better go and see him." Devon got up too.
"Yes, do that. Let me know if you two need anything." Nic smiled.
"Thank you, Devon. See you later."

While Nic drove the good quarter of an hour by car to Conrads apartment, the strange feeling in her gut grew. Conrad was never ill. He sometimes hurt himself: A sprained ankle while jogging, a bruised wrist while mountain biking. But otherwise he had a good constitution despite his slim physique, he very seldom got a cold, never got sick. That he now reported sick out of the blue, without previously having any signs, got Nic worried. Did he have an accident?

With these gloomy thoughts, she parked in front of the house, jumped up the stairs to the third floor, knocked on the door, and at the same time put the key in the lock that Conrad had already copied a few months ago. She pushed open the door and called into the dark apartment:
"Conrad, are you there?"