Summary: When you take on a new job working at a hospital, you’re surprised to see the attending nurse is a blast from your past
Word Count: 1385
Square Filled: Hospital AU
Pairings: Nurse!Steve x Doctor!Female Reader
Warnings: Mild angst, death mentioned, giving birth, hospital themes, slight sexism (not from Steve)
Written for @star-spangled-bingo
You had recently been transferred from one hospital to another. At the moment you were waiting for someone to show you around the place.
“Hi, are you Doctor... wait... Y/N?”
You turned around to see the face of Steve Rogers whom you hadn’t seen since your high school days.
“Steve! It’s so good to see you,” you smiled, giving him a hug. He smiled and hugged you back.
“So you’re a doctor now?”
“Board certified and everything,” you grinned. “And you’re a nurse?” You had remembered from school that all he had ever wanted to do was become a nurse, just like his mother was. A lot of people had made fun of him and insisted that he become a doctor instead but he was adamant in which direction he wanted to go. Much like yourself really. You felt a sense of pride for him that he accomplished his dream.
“That’s right,” he smiled. “So, let’s get started.”
After orientation, Steve took you in to see your first patient. You started by asking the old man a few standard questions but he would look past you and answered the questions to Steve. Whenever you said something, the man would ignore you completely and look to Steve as if checking to see if that were the correct answer. You were about to check his IV drip but he pulled away from you.
“Listen, sweetheart, why don’t you let the doctor do his job here? If you really want to make yourself useful, why don’t you be a good little nurse and give me a sponge bath?” You were mildly shocked at his audacity when Steve stepped in.
“No, you listen old timer. Y/N here is your doctor, I am your nurse and if you ever disrespect her again, I will put in a request that you have a catheter for the duration of your stay.”
The patient’s face soured and he grumbled under his breath, allowing you to do the procedures necessary.
Once he had been tended to, the pair of you headed out of the room.
“Thanks for that, Steve.”
“Anytime, Y/N. I’ve never liked guys like that... I was wondering if you wanted to catch up sometime. Maybe grab a coffee in the cafeteria or something...”
“I’d like that,” you smiled.
“Great! See you later!”
As Steve walked away, one thing you had to admit, he did look great in those blue scrubs.
A few weeks went by and you had gotten to know Steve a little bit better. He was still the same charming and kind guy you remembered from high school.
One night, you were on call and decided to try and get some sleep in the hospital’s bunk room while you were able to. The moment you walked in the door, you saw Steve sitting on one of the beds. He looked up at you, his eyes puffy and red from crying.
“Steve? What’s wrong?” You immediately rushed to his side.
“One of my elderly patients, she... she just passed away...”
“Oh, Steve, I’m so sorry...” You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back. Steve hugged you and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“It was a long time coming and I had prepared her family... They were all there when it happened...” He held you tighter as he quietly sobbed. You knew this was always one of the hard parts of being in the profession you were in but it was still heartbreaking nonetheless.
“Can you just... hold me for a while?” he whispered.
“Of course, Steve.”
You both laid down and made yourselves as comfortable as can be, staying there until the next emergency called you both out.
One stormy afternoon, you were talking with Steve as he was taking a cart of medical supplies to one of the upper floors.
“Hold the elevator!” A heavily pregnant woman called, waddling in a hurry to get to it before the doors closed. Steve held the door open for her so she could get there in time.
“Maternity ward, please,” she panted, holding her bulging stomach. She was clearly in labour. You pushed the button for the right floor and the elevator started moving.
Suddenly, the lights went out and the elevator stopped moving.
“What... what’s happening?” she whimpered.
“Storm must have hit a circuit breaker...” The woman cried out in pain as a contraction hit her.
“Ma’am, how long have you been in labour?”
“About... thirty minutes... I didn’t realise I was until the... pain got too intense... my husband is... on his way...” she managed to get out.
Fortunately, the backup generator went on but it only had enough power to switch on the emergency lights, bathing the inside of the elevator in a red glow.
“Y/N, see if you can get through on the phone,” Steve instructed, helping the woman onto the floor.
You tried calling for help on the phone but they told you it could be some time before anyone could come.
“Looks like we’re on our own...”
The woman cried out in both pain and fear.
“What’s your name, ma’am?” Steve asked, crouching down to be near her.
“S-Sarah,” she breathed. Steve couldn’t help but smile fondly at the name.
“Hi, Sarah. My name is Steve and this is Y/N. We’re going to do everything we can to help you deliver this baby, okay?”
Steve cleaned his hands with sanitiser from the cart and got into position.
“What are you doing?” Sarah questioned, moving a little away from him.
“I have had expert training in midwifery but if you’re more comfortable with Y/N doing this, it’s okay...”
Sarah looked between the two of you before allowing Steve to continue. You held her hand as Steve directed her when to push and when to hold back. Time passed by and eventually, a beautiful little boy was born. You cut the umbilical cord with a pair of sterile scissors from the cart as Steve handed the wailing infant to Sarah.
Finally, power was fully restored and the elevator started moving again. The moment the doors opened, you were able to get Sarah and her baby to the maternity ward where they could both be properly cared for.
A few days later, you were getting ready to out to lunch with Steve when you were unexpectedly stopped by Sarah and her husband who were taking their baby boy home at last.
“Dear, these are the people who helped me when I was trapped in the elevator,” she smiled.
“Allow me to shake your hands,” her husband beamed. You both shook his hand.
“Steve really helped me to stay calm and guided me through it. I don’t know what I would have done without him...”
“You a doctor here?”
“Actually, I’m a nurse, sir,” Steve corrected. The man stared at him in utter surprise.
“A... male nurse?”
“Yes, Steve is a man and yes, he is a nurse but he’s good at what he does and he’s one of the best,” you supplied.
The man looked at his wife and newborn son, his face softening a little.
“I guess it must be true otherwise...” He turned his attention back to the pair of you and shaking Steve’s hand again.
“Thank you, again.”
“Just doing my job, sir,” he smiled. The couple smiled and headed off with their new baby.
As they walked away, you couldn’t help but smile. This was one of the best parts of the job.
“Y/N, I was wondering...”
“If maybe you wanted to go out sometime... like an official date...” You couldn’t help but smile at him.
“I would love that Steve.”
Life in a hospital was never easy. It had its ups and down, good and bad moments but it was never boring. The important part was that you had that special someone who could help you navigate the ever changing rapids that came with working in such a busy place.
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