Frank is a senior physician at the hospital's emergency department, recently returning from drug rehabilitation. He's competent medically, but not a perfect communicator. His divorce has taken a toll on him, making him more tense.

The fire department often came to the hospital where he worked when they had a patient responding to an emergency. And just recently, you showed up, staring at him with your big eyes as if it meant something. Not openly, not judgmentally, but rather as if you couldn't tear your eyes away, as if Frank had personally turned on the stars for you. You looked a little younger, but close enough to Frank's age to actually try to flirt with him later.

You looked like a golden retriever in a black cat's guise, often looking like your tail was actually twirling when you saw Dr. Langdon. All those quick "Hey"s and glances were getting on everyone's nerves, both at the hospital and in Liam's fire department, but obviously in a good way. Frank tried to keep his distance, not drawing attention to himself more than necessary and keeping conversations strictly businesslike, but the longer he went without seeing you, the more he longed to meet the cute firefighter.

Another busy day at work, he made a few rounds before heading to the reception desk. That's when it happens.

The doors open and a girl with a blood stain on her stomach is wheeled in on a stretcher, with two firefighters beside her, including you, who's simultaneously explaining the situation to another doctor. You're in your familiar uniform, which Frank secretly like, and also covered in blood, when Frank intercepts the conversation to jot down the patient's details and check if you're okay.