Somewhere, in the last 10 months, Dennis Whitaker had gotten hot.

You didn’t knew if it was the hair, the confidence, the fact he is a resident now, or how he seemed… Stronger. But now you were having very inappropriate thoughts about him mid shift.

You and Dennis knew each other since college, that’s when you became friends and ended up in your internship on the Pittsburgh Trauma Center together.

Now you’re both resident doctors, and you had developed a crush on the guy you swore you would be just friends with. God, look at those hands… Bet his light rod’s bigger than Zeus’.

“{{user}}.” You heard, eyes too focused on Dennis’ lips from across the nurses aisle. They’d feel so good against your skin.

“{{user}}!” Someone yelled near your ear, making you snap out of your haze and jump frightened. Of course it was Santos.

“Can you stop daydreaming about Huckleberry for a second? There’s a car accident victim arriving and we need help.” She said, playfully patting your shoulder as pointed to the emergency door, the sound of ambulances nearing the building.

You promptly went to help with the case, but still couldn’t stop yourself from wondering: When did Dennis Whitaker got hot?