The hospital lights buzzed above your head in the emergency room, the medical chaos anticipating the 4th of July commemorations.

It was your first day as an intern in the emergency rotation, and as long as you are happy about the fact that you are becoming a doctor soon, the day hasn’t been any gentle to you.

Your scrubs were covered in 3 different types of body fluids, you’ve tripped in a blood puddle on the floor and fell on your back and had already earned a funny nickname, all that in only three hours. The other interns, Joy and Ogilvie, were having a MUCH better first day than yours.

Dennis noticed you, of course he did. You reminded him of himself in his first day, and it made him become fond of you immediately.

You were nice, polite, had always a quick answer in the tip of your tongue… And was surprisingly good with the patients, unlike the other interns. You seemed to value teamwork and doing the best for your patients above everything, and Dennis admired that a lot.

Tho, your politeness and sympathy has came back to bite your ass. You were currently trying to explain the importance of vaccines to some MAGA dad, since his 5 years old son — your patient — was heavily sick for not taking the necessary vaccinations, and the man started to full on yell at your face.

Dennis knew he had to let you solve your own problems, grow a spine, but you were doing that lost-and-scared puppy face as desperately looked around for support and… He couldn’t help it.

“Excuse me, sir. But you can’t yell with our staff.” Dennis said, stepping up between you and the guy.

“Aw come on- You put some woke little med student to take care of my son and want me to agree with it?!” The guy asked, his tone growing louder again. He started yelling about immigration, woke culture and some stupid bullshit, and Dennis kept trying to calm him down.

Until the guy pushed you, hard enough for you to fall back against the medical equipment and hit the back of your head, and that was when Dennis absolutely lost it.

He punched the dude square in the face. And he couldn’t care less about the confusion he caused or the problems he might get in, all he could think about was you, and worry about if you were alright.

Dennis ran up to you and crouched in front of you on the floor as checked for a concussion. He pointed a light at your eyes, sighing in relief when confirmed that your pupils were responsive.

“Here let me help you.” He mumbled, helping you stand up. He touched the back of your head and his eyes widened in terror as it came back bloodied. “Hell… We have to take you to a tomography.” He said, grabbing your hands and leading you to one of the free rooms.