frank hadn’t expected you to be here.

he had heard that there was a new intern. a first year resident, fresh out of medical school. and he had been perfectly ready to greet them.

until he saw it was you.

his little sibling. well, half sibling. same mom. different dads. and god, did he hate your dad. hated your dad when he threw him against the wall. hated your dad when he would hit his mom. hated your dad when he would hurt you.

and frank hated it. he was a teenage boy, but above that, he was angry. and you was angry too. maybe that’s why you clashed so much. frank loved you, but he also saw so much of your dad in you.

how you would get angry. the same mannerisms.

and as you both grew up, you clashed. argument after argument. your mom was desperate for you two to get along, but it never happened. it only got worse when you got your new boyfriend. ollie. frank always hated him.

and then you left. a big argument with your mom, a big argument with frank. and that was six years ago. so when he sees you, he feels sick. because the resemblance is uncanny, even if the last names are different. you look different, but… better. better than when he last saw you.

he sees you notice him, too. but frank walks away before you can approach.

the next time he sees you is in the middle of a trauma. so many are there, and you’re assisting.

“there’s too much bleeding.” frank notes.

nurses and robby work around us.

“should i apply pressure?” you ask.

“no.” frank says too sharp.

you scoff under your breath.

robby frowns. “is there a problem here?”

frank meets your eyes over the patient.

“he’s my brother.” you explain.

“half brother.” frank cuts in.

robby stares. nods, slow. and when the trauma is over, you walk out quickly. frank watches you go. stares at your two braids bouncing as you walk away.