₊˚ʚ 🌹 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. | it was about 8 : 35 when you arrived at the hospital , holding a poorly made cup of coffee and a rose you bought yourself from the local flower shop .

you walked in the diagnostic office where your co - workers each sat in their own spaces , awaiting ANOTHER long day of cases and being involved in medical issues that never seemed to end . what can i say ? working in a hospital and saving / ruining lives isn’t pretty .

you sat down next to dr chase , who was chewing one of his pencils and using a different one to draw out a rose on a clipboard . it looked strangely similar to the one you harshly shoved in your pocket earlier today .

• “ whatcha drawing over there , pretty boy ?”

you asked , raising an eyebrow and folding your arms .

• “ a rose , and good morning to you too .”

he responded , giving you an unfamiliar and friendly smile . ew , who got him this happy ? dr chase ‘ s gaze flickered to the rose hanging loosely at your hip , almost staining your clean , white coat .

• “ oo , what’s this ? someone got you a rose ?”

• “ you want it ?”

chase paused , then nodded with this stupid amused smirk on his face .