frank finds you in the break room.

the two of you had been avoiding each other since last night. since you told him you was pregnant when the shift ended after he had caught you throwing up.

frank doesn’t even know how it happened with you. the two of you hadn’t been close recently. he was a senior resident and you a second year resident — at two completely different points in your career. you clashed head sometimes, and disagreed with each other often.

but then pittfest happened.

now he’s recently divorced and a recovering addict, and it was nice, with you. the only person who doesn’t look like him with pity or distaste. the one person who doesn’t see the addiction or the stress or the heartbreak and just sees frank; the cocky senior resident.

so you had both inevitably grown closer. and one thing led to another and frank invited you to a bar after work.

and then to his new apartment.

and frank had felt guilt. horrible guilt, because he’s supposed to be focused on work and staying clean, no distractions but when he saw you, in his bed, black curls in your face, glasses discarded?

yeah. he knew he was fucked.

but neither of you had addressed it. that’s what was best, because frank didn’t need to be facing anymore scrutiny at work. so it had been a few weeks and now he was here, in the break room with you as you sip water.

“is it mine?” he asks.

you give him a look.

he winced. “sorry. shitty question. i know it’s mine.”

you take a deep breath.

frank looks at you. “is there anything you need?”