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🎲TROPE ROULETTE🎲

/trəʊp/ a significant or recurrent theme; a motif. For Bobby month, we decided to do a little 'trope roulette'. We each got a random trope, and had to write a fic based on it. My trope was: Medical Romance.

THREE IN THE MORNING

Bobby / MC - 3500+ words - @mrsbsmooth

3am.

Three. In. The. Fucking. Morning.

Brit sighed, dragging her ass out of bed, smacking the snooze button on her alarm, before grumpily having to go back and switch it off properly so it didn’t go off while she was in the shower.

Why the fuck did she agree to this fucking shit?

She pulled her hair into her shower cap, and stepped in to the shower, frowning, as she let the water run over her shoulders. She only stood there for a second, relishing how stupidly hot the water was, but not daring to turn the tap even a millimetre, because the alternative was ice cold. Fucking shitty London plumbing. She washed, and hopped out, washing her face in the sink, and brushing her teeth, before deciding whether or not to put makeup on that day.

She stared at the dark circles under her eyes. The 3am starts weren’t exactly ideal for anyone, but as someone who was physically incapable of going to bed at a responsible time… yeah, nah.

Brit decided to skip makeup. She was only going to get covered in blood, puke, and piss anyway, and have to shower again at work. No point. Some days she wondered if life would be easier if she just shaved her head, too.

She pulled on her clothes, and her super fuckin stylish nursing shoes, and pulled on about three layers and a coat. And a scarf. And gloves.

Any British people who judged her could fuck off.

---

She stopped by the convenience store next door to the hospital. No way could she be bothered spending 10 pounds on a proper breakfast when the convenience store sold protein bars and a coffee for 2.50

As she walked through the staff entrance at the rear of the hospital, her cheap-but-shit coffee in hand, she heaved a dramatic sigh.

3:55am. Great. Basically fucking late.

Brit clocked in, stuffing half her protein bar in her mouth, as she downed her already lukewarm coffee. She made her way to the locker rooms, changing into her scrubs, and made her way over to the nurse’s station for handover.

---

It seemed like hours before she had a chance to sit down, but it had probably only been half an hour. But even so, her stomach was longing for the rest of the protein bar she had in her coat pocket in the locker room.

“Brit! You’re on mornings now?”

She recognised his deep, booming voice long before she saw him.

“Hey, Johnno. I swapped with Martine for a few months so she can do that night course, remember?”

“Ahh that’s right. Hey, can you take a look at a burn for me? You got a sec?”

She shot him a look. “Yeah. What’ve you done this time?”

“Not me. One of my boys. Can’t tell you what he did, though. But it’s a sticky liquid burn.”

Brit rolled her eyes. “Fuckin’ hell. This again?”

Johnno smiled. “Yeah. But I don’t think you’ve met this one. He’s my baker. And he’s my favourite. But don’t tell him that. He’s all ego as it is, and he’ll make my life hell.”

---

Brit nodded, and followed Johnno to the room she’d stuck him in. A group of boys hung around outside the door, quietly chuckling to someone inside.

“Oh god, it’s Brittany” one of the boys whispered quietly. The boy he whispered it to sniggered quietly.

“He’s gonna be so pissed at Johnno.”

Brit saw the boy in question from the back first, leaning over the sink in the medical room. His dreads were tied back and covered in a hairnet. It was almost comical to see them straining to be free. She wondered why he bothered with his hair like that if he worked in a kitchen full time. Surely it would’ve made more sense to just keep his hair short?

“D’you put it back under the water, lad?”

“Yes, sir”

Brit shot Johnno a look as they walked in. Johnno just rolled his eyes, shaking his head. But as she walked over to inspect the damage, Brit was finally able to see the boy’s face as he turned toward her.

He was cute as fuck. She almost tripped over.

His face immediately fell upon seeing her, and a slight blush ran through his cheeks. He whipped his head around, trying to see Johnno, and kicked out his leg, aiming for Johnno’s.

“You're a fuckin’ asshole, Johnno.”

His thick, Scottish accent made her smile.

“Just wait until you hear her talk. You’re gonna love this one, mate.”

Brit furrowed her brow. “Why, what’s wrong with how I talk?”

The boy groaned loudly as he heard her. “Johnnnnooooooooo”.

“He loooooves Australian girls.”

The other boys just laughed. The blanket rule in Johnno’s kitchen was that if they did something dumb, Johnno would take them upstairs, fetch the prettiest nurse he could find and make them tell her what they did.

It was actually pretty effective at getting them to think twice before doing stupid shit. And the nurses were well aware of it, too. Brit found it beyond flattering that Johnno often asked her to come.

She liked the Kitchen staff. For some reason, all the kitchen people just seemed to be wonderful people. They seemed to really care about the patients, too. The kitchen people were good people.

“So what’d you do?” she asked.

He sighed. “I was tryin’ to make jam.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Can the hospital not afford its own jam?” She said, judgementally.

“Aye, it can, but it’s not right for what I needed it for.”

“So you decided you could just do better? Figures.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at her, making the skin between them crinkle adorably. “How?”

“Ego-related injury. Classic Scottish move.”

The boys outside the door cracked up laughing, and he grinned at her. She shooed the others away, and Johnno directed them to promptly fuck off. She started setting up the exam table, as the boy watched her move around the room.

“I’m Bobby, by the way.”

“Brit”

“Funny name for an Aussie.”

She rolled her eyes. “Wow, did you come up with that all by yourself?” She said, her voice dripping in sarcasm. “Johnno, is he really your favourite?”

Johnno gasped, and so did Bobby. “Johnno, is that true?” He fluttered his eyelashes at Johnno, and placed his free hand over his heart. “I can't believe you’re tellin’ everyone I’m your favourite!”

Brit shot a playful glare at Johnno, who looked at her with utter betrayal.

“Oh yeah, Johnno, I forgot to tell you. You never called Martine after she sucked your dick, so now all the nurses hate you.”

Johnno blushed, and Bobby cracked up laughing. He turned back to face her, grinning madly. “Fuck, I like you.”

“Well, I don’t like you. I don’t like people who hurt themselves doing dumb shit.”

“You picked the wrong profession, then, didn't you?” Bobby joked, and she shot him a disapproving look.

She motioned for him to come over and sit opposite her at the exam table. He shook the excess water from his arm, and sat opposite her.

Brit took his arm, inspecting the burn while it was still wet. The water had managed to wash most of the jam away, but it was bad. It was actually a reasonably bad burn. She looked up to tell him the bad news, but basically froze as she saw him up close for the first time.

She was completely taken aback by how fucking handsome he was. His face was dusted with freckles, almost like God had thrown some tiny chocolate sprinkles on the best-looking boy he’d ever made, just because he could. Just… absolutely salt bae’d the shit out of him. Old meme. But whatever. It was the best description she could come up with.

The freckles gave him an effortlessly boyish look that perfectly suited the dreads. If he’d had a clean haircut, he’d have looked too boyish. But even with his hairnet on, she could tell the dreads would grow him up a bit. But she wasn’t about to start looking at his hair. Because she was completely, absolutely, and one-hundred-per cent fucking floored by his eyes. His eyes were like gold. She’d never seen eyes like his before. They were such a light brown that they looked like they were made of honey. Or caramel. Or…Amber. Amber was the perfect word for them.

“Woah.” she whispered.

“I could say the same about you, lass” he whispered, flirtily.

She shot him a disapproving look. “I was talking about your burn, idiot.”

She looked down, beginning to clean it off, working quickly as Bobby continued to blatantly hit on her.

“You may not want to be callin’ me an idiot. It only makes me want to impress you more.”

Johnno chuckled. “Bobby, this is meant to be a punishment. Not an opportunity to flirt.”

Bobby’s smile dazzled her up close. “Well, gosh, Johnno, gettin’ me this close to a nurse this pretty? Gettin’ to look into Brit’s beautiful eyes? You can punish me whenever you want, mate. In fact, I might start doin’ dumb shit on purpose.”

He rested his chin on his other hand, grinning at her, biting his lip.

Brit rolled her eyes, “I swear, sometimes you boys forget you’re wearing hairnets.”

Johnno cracked up at the way she shut him down, and she tried not to smile as Bobby immediately reached up and pulled it off, grinning at her.

His dreads came tumbling out of it, falling mostly to one side, almost flawlessly into position.

Oh god, she was in trouble.

He. was. fucking. gorgeous.

She almost groaned at how fucking gorgeous he was. There was a cockiness about him that screamed fuckboy at her… meaning he was precisely her type.

“Better?” he grinned.

“Much worse.” She said, incapable of thinking of a comeback.

She finished cleaning the burn, and took out some dressings.

She pointed at his arm. “This is bad. Like, actually bad. It’ll probably scar. You need to change the dressing every day. And I’m only showing you how to do it once, so pay attention.”

She showed him how to dress it, and he seemed to be paying close enough attention. She handed him the supplies he’d need for the next few days.

“Come by in a couple of days and I’ll check it. I’ll drop some more gauze off at the kitchen on my way home”

Bobby smiled at her. “It’s a date. Thanks, Pretty Britty”

She scoffed, her mouth falling open slightly at the cheeky nickname. He winked at her, and as he got up, the intoxicating scent of fresh bread and cinnamon filled the room. It must’ve been trapped in his dreads. It almost made her drool. She’d have to go and get her protein bar afterwards. Her stomach growled loudly, and Bobby and Johnno shot her a look.

She shook her head, laughing. “Shut up. I had half a protein bar for breakfast.”

She waved them off, and they made their way to the lifts. She watched them as they walked away, and Bobby turned to look at her a few times.

Brit rolled her eyes, and went back to work.

---

Not even an hour later, Brit’s stomach was rumbling again. The other half of her protein bar hadn’t even scratched the surface of her hunger. She’d have to take her break early. Maybe she could get one of the other nurses to…

“Brit to the nurses station please, Brit, station”

The intercom interrupted her thoughts, and she groaned. She walked briskly over, and as she rounded the corner. The other nurses watched excitedly as she approached with suspicion. Her friend and work-mum, Janet, eyed her as she approached.

“What?” she asked, as Janet handed her one of the closed food carriers from the kitchen downstairs. She opened it, and furrowed her brow.

“It’s a danish?”

“Read the note, babe.”

Not going to let a pretty girl go hungry, even if she’s mean to me.

Oh, fuck off, he didn’t.

Brit’s stomach exploded with butterflies. Fucking hell. This was… wow.

This boy had balls.

Janet gasped. “Oh my god, Brit’s blushing. I never thought I’d see the day!”

The other nurses squealed, cracking up slightly as Brit hid her face behind the box.

“He brought me breakfast! Who fucking does that?”

She looked down at the danish, and for one-billionth of a millisecond, considered not eating it, just to spite him. She immediately picked it up and bit into it.

Oh fuck.

She wasn’t sure if it was just because she was starving, or because he was god’s gift to pastry, but it was absolutely fucking delicious. The jam in the middle especially. Holy shit. She wondered if this was the jam he burnt himself making. It wasn’t a regular type of jam. It was… guava? Guava jam? What a wild concept she thought. But it fucking worked.

She groaned loudly, talking with her mouth full. “Ohhh fuk, iz reahry good” and the nurses giggled.

Brit quickly finished it, feeling the energy almost immediately returning to her body as the sugar hit her stomach, as Janet picked up the note and turned it over.

“Oh my god, Brit, it’s got his number on it”

She blushed again, covering her face, as she took the note, as the others excitedly showered her with questions. They really should have been getting back to work, but holy shit. Bobby was bold.

Brit suddenly became acutely aware of the clatter of trolleys around her. Oh god, they’re serving breakfast. She wondered if he’d come up again. Fuck. Fuck. Did she want him to?

Was she nervous?

She saw one of the ladies she did know from the kitchen, and called her over. “Hey, Marcie, what kind of jam is that? On the danishes?”

Marcie grinned at her. “There are no danishes on the menu today, love. He made that one for you specially. I think he’s already plannin’ your wedding”

Brit groaned, as the other nurses cracked up laughing.

Marcie paused for a second. “You should ask him about the jam, though. The motivation’s almost as sweet as the jam.”

She nodded to behind Brit, and she turned. Bobby was standing behind her, eyes sparkling like the golden colour they were.

“I mean, I don't know, the jam’s pretty sweet”

The nurses snickered, as Brit blushed again. “Was it guava?”

He looked surprised. “Aye, well picked! Didn't expect you to get it”

She fell into step with him, planning on checking blood pressure as he dropped off food.

“So what’s the story with the jam, then?”

“Ahhh, patience, Pretty Britty. All in due time. You’ll just have to walk with me.”

They bantered back and forth, Brit checking on patients as Bobby dropped off their breakfast. All of the patients seemed to brighten as they went around the ward, as he cracked jokes and told them how beautiful they all looked. But as they came to the last room, she noticed he had two trays left.

He dropped off the last one, and then stopped at the lift.

“So. The jam. You actually want the story?”

She nodded.

“You gotta come with me and play along, then.”

She smiled. “Go on then. Colour me curious.”

He smiled, as the lift arrived to take them to their destination.

He reached in, pressing the button.

Hospice.

Brit’s face fell a little, as Bobby left the trolley near the service lift for later retrieval. He walked her down a long hall, and nodded to the nurses at the station there, who nodded him on. He knocked gently on a door at the end of the hall, and swung it open as a voice invited him in.

“Abigay, how are you, you beautiful creature?

“Is that Bobby? Me alright, boy.” Her soft Jamaican accent was beautiful, and seemed to pull Brit further into the room. Abigay must have been nearing a hundred, a beautiful coloured scarf wrapped around her head.

But Brit could tell from the way she was staring that Abigay’s eyesight had long since left her, and the tiredness in her voice signed that her final days wouldn’t be long behind.

“A pretty girl, for one. I’ve brought one of the nurses from downstairs up with me. She’s very pretty. Almost as pretty as you, Abi. Her name’s Brit.”

“Ahhh, me take your word for it. You finally found yourself a nice girlfriend?”

“Aye, she will be, she just doesn't know it yet.”

“Hi Abigay. It’s lovely to meet you.” Brit smiled, making Abigay chuckled softly.

“Likewise, girl. But Bobby, you haven’t brought just a pretty girl for me to not be able to see. What is that delicious smell?”

Bobby chuckled, as he lifted the tray onto the table near her bed. He opened it, and the wafting scent of guava filled the room. Abigay breathed deeply, as Bobby started to cut up some toast.

Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh Bobby, you ‘ave not gone and done it.”

“Aye, Abi, I have. Burnt myself up good doin' it, too. I’ve been making jam for near ten years and never once burnt myself, I make one batch for you, and I have to get patched up by the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I don’t know what you did, but this is your doin’, I’m sure of it.”

Abigay chuckled, as Bobby took her hand, gently placing a small piece of toast with guava jam on it. She brought it to her mouth, and tasted it, and the tears that had welled up in her eyes immediately spilled. She pushed the tray away, holding her arms out to him, and pulling him into a hug.

“It tastes just like home, boy. Exactly like home.”

Brit felt the tears start dripping down her own face as she covered her mouth.

“Oh Abi, listen, you’ve made her cry” Bobby laughed.

Abi waved him off. “Gwaan, I can manage this part on me own.”

Bobby nodded Brit toward the door, and she sniffled loudly.

Who the fuck was this guy?

As he closed the door behind him, he turned to her, smiling. “Thanks for that. She’s been buggin’ me to find a nice girl for months. And she’s not got long. So I thought I’d make her day.”

“Is she a relative?”

He shook his head. “She hasn’t got anyone in the UK. Could never afford to move back to Jamaica either.”

Brit waited for him to keep talking.

“I’m half Jamaican. Didn’t spend heaps of time there, but when I did, I was learnin’ to cook. And me and Abi have struck up a friendship, of sorts, over the months. And she’s been goin’ on about this specific jam she used to have back home. So I made it for her.”

Brit was just completely speechless. “Why are you showing me this?”

He shrugged. “Abi told me to just spread some good in the world, and see what sticks. Tried to do somethin’ nice for her, and it directly led me to meetin’ you. Felt like a sign.”

“Plus, you made two pretty decent jam puns there. Spread? Sticks?”

Bobby turned to look at her, his amber eyes absolutely sparkling, as he grinned at her. “Aye, so I did.”

They got back in the lift, and as the doors opened for her floor, he smiled at her again. She stepped out without a word, but smiled back, tucking her hair behind her ear.

---

It was almost exactly three minutes later when she decided she wanted to see him again. She picked up some extra gauze and bandages for his burn, and walked to the service lift, immediately pressing the button for the main kitchen.

She walked with purpose through the halls, down to where she knew Johnno usually worked with his team.

And as soon as she walked in, she saw him.

But boy, did he look surprised to see her.

She smiled at him, holding up the gauze she’d brought with her, as the boys in the kitchen ooooooooooed at the fact she’d come to see him.

Brit walked straight up to Bobby, handing him the gauze.

“I told you I’d bring these down… but now I’m thinking… given that your burn’s on your arm, it’s probably going to be easier to have someone do it for you.”

“I was thinkin’ that, yeah” he chuckled.

“Well, then, I guess that means you’ll be seeing me every morning for the next ten days then. I’ll do it for you.”

He grinned at her, the sparkle in his eyes returning once again.

“You’re just doing this so I keep making you breakfast danishes.”

“Nah, you don’t have to bring me breakfast.”

“Oh, and what if I want to?”

“Well, then, you can make it at my place before we leave”

She stood up on her tiptoes, planted a quick kiss on his lips, and turned and walked out, as the boys hooted like idiots and jumped around him. She gave Johnno the finger as she did. And glanced quickly back over her shoulder at Bobby, who was surrounded by hollering men, but looked like he’d just been struck by lightning.

These 3 am wakeups were going to be a lot more fun, now.

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