Prompt:
the reason i don't go to the doctor anymore is because i went once and the medical intern was super young and super hot so naturally i got nervous, and when he measured my heart rate he said 'hmm it's…faster than average' and then he smirked. cos he knew. cos i'm not subtle. cos i'm a dumb motherfucker. anyway imagine your OTP
"Beca?" Beca heard a sweet-sounding voice after a soft knock on the door to the examining room she was placed in just moments before. A nurse had taken her vitals and told Beca that her doctor would be with her shortly.
Beca was new to LA, having only moved there a month prior to start working with a recording studio. Along with her fancy new job and payroll came a sweet benefits package and some high-grade insurance. Her choice of primary care included a list of approved providers by her insurance company, so Beca just had to choose one off the list. She felt stupid for picking the office with the best reviews off Yelp, but she had no other way to judge which was the "best." They all seemed the same to her. Until her new doctor walked in.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Beale." A radiating smile dazzled off the soft face of a gorgeous redhead adorned in a white coat. "Look's like you're my new patient here!"
Beca eyed her up nervously, taking note to how effortlessly the doctor's hair bounced in curls as the girl walked, and how her stethoscope hung around her neck. Beca's gaze ran up the body of the doctor until she awkwardly established eye contact, the doctor still looking at Beca with a smile.
"Oh, uh, yeah," was all Beca could muster, clearing her throat and looking towards the floor.
"Well, welcome to the Beale & Johnson practice!" Dr. Beale moved to sit in the office chair that was by a desk with a computer in front of it.
"Shit, you own this office?" It turns out Beca was speaking to the Beale. She didn't make the connection from the sign out front until the doctor nonchalantly name dropped herself.
"That's correct." Dr. Beale turned her head, giving a sincere smile void of the arrogance that Beca was almost expecting.
"Wow..." Beca muttered as her doctor started tapping away at the computer keyboard, pulling up Beca's file.
"Can you just verify your name and birthdate for me, please?
"Beca Mitchell. September 22, 1992."
"Awesome. So what brings you in today?"
Beca cleared her throat, trying to maintain a decent amount of eye contact without shying away. How long are you even supposed to keep eye contact with a person whilst talking? When do you look away? Even a few seconds dead-on seems too much...
"I think I have a lung or sinus infection or something. I've been congested and I've had a cough for a while now." Beca instinctively coughed, almost to ensure her doctor that she wasn't lying.
"And how long have you had these symptoms?" She asked whilst typing, face pointed towards the screen.
"About three weeks maybe?"
Beca was not one to go to the doctor. She really only went when she thought she was dying or if she needed medications to beat an infection she hadn't been able to kick. Since high school, she had only been to the doctor's twice. One time was because she broke her ankle; the other time because she thought she was having a "miscarriage, or something weird" when it really was just a urinary tract infection. Sitting in front of her new doctor today was a sort of personal feat she had to overcome, mainly because she thought a measly coughing thing wasn't worth bothering someone else's time. However, her college friend and roommate Amy told her she needed to go because she couldn't stand her hacking a lung in the middle of the night anymore. That and, "you should really go to your doctor."
"Okay, let's check out your chest." Dr. Beale announced confidently, only realizing a second later that she said a sexual innuendo once Beca's eyes got wide. "To listen to your lungs." She added, quickly unraveling the stethoscope from her neck and standing in front of Beca.
Dr. Beale placed the cold diaphragm of the stethoscope under Beca's right clavicle, going quiet as she looked away and listened to Beca's wheezing breathing. Beca followed her doctor's instructions on taking deep breaths when asked, but she still managed to shakily exhale. Dr. Beale then moved over to the left side, pausing when she got to the right position.
Beca could smell her doctor's perfume as she bent slightly over to examine her, and she had trouble not looking up to directly see the smooth skin above the redhead's cleavage. Beca instinctively bit her lip, trying better to breathe normally out of her mouth even though she was failing, miserably. She could also feel her own escalating heartbeat against the metal of the stethoscope, and she was desperately hoping her doctor wouldn't detect the hitch in her throat or just how rapid her blood was pumping.
"Your heartbeat." Dr. Beale broke the silence, speaking with a soft smirk. "It's faster than average."
She knew. Oh, she knew.