A/N: Okay! So firstly I want to apologize for basically demanding reviews in exchange for fast updates. I didn't really mean it like how it appeared but that''s no excuse. I shouldn't have done that, and a couple of you told me as much, although you didn't need to. I thought about it myself after I had posted and yes I agree what I did was wrong. If you want to review etc. you shouldn't feel obligated because someone gives you an ultimatum. So no more "Challenge" nonsense! And please dont hate me :(
Secondly, this was one of those stories I just started that was just for fun and have a few chapters written which is what I'm updating, but when I run out of these already types up chapters, I don't know how often you'll get updates. This story is not my main focus, more like something to do while I battle my writers block for my other 2 stories.
And lastly, I'm sorry for not updating yesterday like I said. I completely forgot, and now one of those "omg I forgot!" bullshit, like a genuine "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot." I remembered while I was laying in bed last night going to sleep, and I was too comfortable to move, legit, like when you know you should but you're body is way to content with where you are so it's like you can't actually move even if you wanted to. So I'm updating as soon as I woke up, hope that's okay.
So here is the next installment; Chapter 6!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any songs/characters in this fic. Characters you don't recognize are my own.
November, 2014:
It was your fourth week at Mercy-Ray and it was better than you could've expected. You have become great friends with the crew, aka those you grabbed your first drink with after the Daniel Rader case. They were all welcoming and hilarious; you always have a good time when you're around them. Noah seemed to forget all about you acting without his orders and you've found a friend in him as well. Santana on the other hand…
You were civil with one another. Sure you refer to her as your friend but she still acts the way she did during the first case when it comes to you. She doesn't give you the time of day when it's something personal, like asking to grab drinks or inviting her over for dinner with the rest of the crew. You know she's not interested in becoming your friend. Although you do know she respects you and your suggestions when it comes to a patient…well most of the times.
You can't seem to keep your eyes off of her when you're in the same area either. She just oozed confidence wherever she went and you recently came to the conclusion that you find confidence an absolute turn on.
Kurt might've called you out on your tiny crush your third week at the Hospital when you and Santana were sent to perform a bone marrow biopsy. He had been there offering assistance, and caught you staring at her mouth as she smiled widely at something the patient had said while the procedure took place. You tried to avoid him the rest of the day but he managed to track you down before you left the building and squealed in excitement when you blushed as he voiced his suspicions.
You couldn't help it. Santana was just…amazing all around. She had a perfect body from what you could tell from the tight clothing she wore, a radiant smile, silky, shining hair, gorgeous brown eyes and a beautiful brain. She was one of the smartest women you've ever met.
And her laugh, god her laugh. You've only heard it a couple times, mostly around Quinn and Mercedes, but it was the most angelic sound you've ever heard. The first time you witnessed her laughing was when you were at the lounge and your waitress shut Sam's lame attempt at flirty down, hard. Santana burst out laughing, head thrown back, dimples on display and causing your gaze to snap up and settle on her as you smiled fondly.
"Um…Dr. Pierce, why are you smiling?"
You lift your head quickly and stare at the teenage boy holding his two year old brother in his lap. You rid the smile from your face, blushing faintly and clear your throat as you get up from the stool and set the red folder on the stool.
"Sorry," you tell him and look at the little boy, smiling at him. He stares up at you with tearful eyes and a runny nose, his mouth open. "Okay, this will be a little uncomfortable." You tell him before lifting your gaze to the brother holding him, "Make sure he doesn't move, okay?"
"W-wait, what are you going to do to him?" he asks quickly in panic as you move to the counter in the small clinic room and open a drawer pulling out tweezers. His eyes widen and he holds his brother's hands in his lap as you move back in front of then and bop the kid's nose.
"Hold still, okay?" you ask gently and the little boy watches you with wide eyes, pulling his head back. You grasp his jaw gently but firmly and lift the tweezers to his nose, carefully extracting the tiny toy cat from his left nostril. He sniffs and you smile widely at him, stepping back and arch a brow at the older brother looking at the cat dumbly. "Next time make sure he doesn't have access to anything small and dangerous." You tell him, handing him the tweezers before grabbing the folder and bidding farewell.
"Can you put this in the…" You start.
"Hey, Brittany!" you look over your shoulder at Kurt's call and smile as he stops beside you, handing the receptionist another clinic folder, "You say you want to lose control!" he sings and you roll your eyes with a chuckle, the receptionist looking between the two of you in amusement.
"I never said that." You state and grab another folder, looking through it.
"Ah!" Kurt says, taking the folder and shoving it in the hands of another doctor walking passed you. He gives Kurt a confused look as you give him an apologetic smile and go to take it back. "Pierce, you've already completed six clinic hours this week. Space them out! Plus, I need lunch." He says, linking his arm with yours as he leads you out of the clinic.
"Kurt," you say pointedly and he shrugs.
"You already missed lunch, and I know you get grouchy when you don't eat." He says with an arched brow, leading you into the café.
"That's not me. That's Santana."
"Oh, silly me." He smirks and you pin him with a glare. "Anyway, any progress on Operation Brain?"
"Operation brain?" you ask, grabbing a tray as does Kurt. He nods.
"Yeah, we can't call you winning over Santana Operation Lopez or something that people can easily figure out. Operation Brain. It fits." He says with a sly grin.
"But she's a cardiologist." You say slowly and Kurt nods, giving you a wink.
"Exactly. No one will figure it out."
You tip your head in agreement, and smile at the lady behind the counter when she places a BLT sandwich on your plate with some Caesar salad. "Anyway, so, progress report."
"Kurt," you groan, paying the register lady before following Kurt to a table. You stop and send him a disbelieving look. He just smirks and heads over to the booth, bumping into Santana to make her scoot over and give him room.
"Come on, Britt." He says and Santana and Quinn look at you; Quinn smiling and Santana rolling her eyes at Kurt.
You make your way over and Quinn moves closer to the wall to give you room to sit. You place your tray down and slide in, greeting the two women, eyes lingering on the Latina a little longer than necessary.
"So!" you jump at Kurt's exclamation and look at him with wide eyes as he clasps his hands together on the table, a beaming smile on display. "I was thinking of having people over for a fancy dinner this weekend and you three lovey ladies are cordially invited." He tilts his head with a pleasant grin and you look at him while poking your salad. Quinn arches a brow and Santana slows her chewing, pausing from lifting her glass to her lips.
"Yeah, I'm going to have to turn down that wonderful invitation." Santana says before raising her glass and taking a sip. She jolts forwards, bringing her hand up under her chin when Kurt snatches her glass away giving her an incredulous look.
"What do you mean you're turning me down?" He asks with narrowed eyes. Santana glances between you and Quinn before looking back at Kurt and swallowing, wiping her chin with a napkin.
"I simply don't want to go." She says, taking her water back.
"Santana!" Kurt exclaims, holding his hand to his scrub covered chest.
You feel Quinn shift in her seat and turn your head, smiling at her eye roll directed to the two across from you, "Every time someone invites her somewhere she makes a big deal of not going only to mess with the host." She whispers while Santana and Kurt argue back and forth. "They act like they're five." She states, looking at you in amusement.
You chuckle along with her and tilt your head as you continue to watch Kurt and Santana go at it.
"You know what? Fine! Starve this weekend." Kurt says, throwing his hands up and gets up from the booth. You look at him with wide eyes as he grabs his plate of fries and storms off, leaving his tray on the table. Santana rolls her eyes and shifts over, moving his tray underneath hers before pushing both to the side.
"He's such a child." She comments and Quinn barks out a laugh. "What?"
"You're both children." Quinn says, leaning forwards, "We all know you're going to end up going to the dinner so why do you have to be so irritating?"
Santana smirks and you feel the toe of her heel hit your ankle as she crosses her legs, "Because it's fun." She says with a simple shrug before glancing at you. "Although I may not go. I need a break from you idiots." She sighs, running a hand through her hair. Quinn nods skeptically and you poke your fork into your salad, putting the food into your mouth.
"Hey!" you protest when she snatches your fork, taking a bite of the leafy meal. You snatch your fork back and pout, riding it from your face to scowl harmlessly at the Latina. Santana smirks and you stab viciously at the salad, narrowing your eyes at her.
"God, not you too." Quinn shakes her head with a smile. You and Santana look at her and she pats your forearm, "Looks like I adopted another five year old." She says with a teasing glint in her eye. You open your mouth to protest before Santana cuts you off.
"If I'm your child I expect a twenty dollar allowance every week." She says, leaning back with her arms crossed. Quinn just arches a brow and takes out her wallet, tossing a twenty at Santana before nodding for you to let her out. You close your mouth and move out while Santana blinks and stares at the twenty in disbelief.
Santana reaches to take it and Quinn snatches it up, smirking, "As if." Quinn laughs, leaving the café. You and Santana look at each other before you start laughing and she scowls.
"Shut up." She says and you nod, waving your hands in front of you. "Seriously, Pierce."
"You should've saw your face." You snort and she rolls her eyes. You clear your throat to stop laughing and grab your glass, having a drink.
You walk back into the clinic and grab a folder, heading into one of the rooms. You pause when you walk in and close your mouth.
"My breasts are really tender." The woman says.
You tear your eyes away from her chest and look at her face, your eyes widening at how attractive this woman really was.
"Uh…okay." You mumble and clear your throat looking in the folder, "So, it's just your breasts are tender? Nothing else?" you ask, closing the folder and putting it on the stool before walking over to stand in front of her after grabbing gloves, lifting your hands and looking at her for permission. She nods and you lightly press your fingertips into the side of her left breast, furrowing your brows as you feel for any lumps.
"I've been getting a lot of headaches lately and I have to pee all the time." She rushes out making you glance up at her through your lashes. She smiles at you and you shift to the other breast.
"Alright," you say quietly, stepping back.
She plays with her shirt in her lap and you focus on her stomach, tilting your head to the side.
"Uh…Amy," you say slowly, finding her name in the folder. She looks up at you with a straight back and you smile, holding the folder in front of you, "You're pregnant. Congratulations." You tell her and she furrows her brows, shaking her head.
"No, I can't be. I haven't been with a man for at least three months."
"That would make sense, seeing as how you aren't really showing I'd say you were just coming up to the three month mark. The tender breasts, headaches, frequent urination are all symptoms of pregnancy."
"But you can't be sure just by…"
"You also have a protruding vein in your abdomen." You cut her off and watch her head bow for her to search for the vein. "During pregnancy blood volume increases by about 30%, and in order to carry the blood to the placenta, veins need to expand. It's perfectly normal, just another visual to help determine your pregnancy. I can schedule you for a test if you'd like." You offer and Amy nods once while staring at you in shock.
You nod and glance around before motioning to her chest, "You should probably cover yourself." You say and she blinks, pulling her shirt back on as you leave the room.
You head over to the desk and toss the receptionist the folder, leaning down to rest your arms on the desk, "Can you send someone in to draw blood for a pregnancy test, room 107; thank you."
A/N: And there you have it. There will be a lot of Clinic duty you will see throughout the story, because the cases will be spread out; or major cases that you'll actually know are going on. So there will be outside-hospital chapters next. You'll learn more about Brittany too, which is exciting. It's kinda subtle though. I think, maybe not, i don't know. But the next few chapters were my favorites to write, especially not the next, but the one after that :)
Hmm, I'm not going to give you a specific day because I don't know myself, but I'm going to aim to update for...Sunday? I'll try and get it up Sunday morning for ya'll.
-B