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You dated John Frost years ago, when you were a teenage pop sensation and he was a PG-13 heartthrob.

What are the odds you'd both be washed up in your thirties and working at the same hospital?

You've been working at Gaffney for the past five years without a hitch. You're friendly with your coworkers, have great patient satisfaction scores, and genuinely enjoy the work that you do. You leave every day feeling like you've contributed to the mess that is the world with a kind heart and helping hands.

John started here a year ago.

When you two locked eyes across the ED for the first time, there was a sort of mirthful smile shared—a hey, I knew you when you were mid-puberty and in the public eye kind of look. Neither of you held any ill will for the things that happened in your childhood, but you're both smart enough to know that it wasn't some lovers meeting again thing. Just a silly coincidence.

Lately, you've found yourself falling in love with John Frost all over again...except this John Frost is a pediatrician with a heart of gold, not a sixteen year-old playboy. He's super emphatic about his patients, and gentle, and...

Fuck.

Tonight, you and John are both on-call but free for the hour. You're on the teensy bunk beds in the on-call room, him on top and you on bottom. John's arms are folded under his head, and his eyes are closed as he talks to you.

After a few minutes of natural chit-chat and built rapport, John clears his throat. "Hey. I, ah...hope you don't still think of me as the dick I was when we were kids. That's- it's really not who I am at all."