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First days always felt like a never-ending challenge.
There is always certain expectations to achieve, and the fear of the unknown is always there lurking in the shadows. First impressions are always important, and you never know which one you made until it is too late.
So, Dennis has always hated first days, well, hated was a big word, maybe more like they bugged him.
But today, it was different.
Yes, it was his first day at PTMC as a med student. Yes, it will be a new environment entirely to what he was used to, but there will be someone there that wasn’t new to Dennis, and that made his anxiety cease a bit.
However, he couldn’t really let everyone else know that this certain someone and him already knew each other. Let’s say it would start some rumors and assumptions that neither of them would like to be involved in.
But, despite all of that, he was excited to start this first day.
After all of the rotations he had to go through, this one was the one he was the most excited about, after all the stories his husband had told him, he had a very clear picture of how his day might go. But then again, it was the ER, everything was possible here, you never know what to expect.
Dennis took a few deep breaths and then made his way into the hospital, he already knew the layout, his husband made sure he had it pretty well memorized by now. Dennis was pretty sure that already counted as favoritism since that crucial piece of information would make his life so much easier, especially on his first day, but nobody knew that so it could do no harm.
In no time he found his way into what his beloved husband loved to call ‘The Pitt’ and right from the start he could tell it was going to be a very busy shift. There are already rows and rows of patients being treated and people running around giving instructions loudly.
The smell of disinfectant hit Dennis like a slap on his face and the room was already too bright to only be 7 a.m. But he felt confident in a way, he had talked to his husband about this day for so long and he felt ready.
“Everyone listen up,” the loud and authoritative voice of the chief attending echoed trough the hospital walls.
Dennis, along with several other people gathered around the man.
“Well, first of all, I am Dr. Michael Robinavitch, for our new students. But everyone calls me Dr. Robby. I am the chief attending doctor in the ER, or how I like to call it ‘The Pitt,’ you will be mainly coming to me with any questions,” Dr. Robby spoke loud and clear for everyone to listen clearly, his eyes scanned the room to look at their new medical students. “We already said goodbye to our fellow friends of the night shift, so this ER is all ours now. Let’s get to work,” he clapped his hands once.
And then he started barking orders, Dennis had a very hard time peeling his eyes away from him. Because obviously, Dr. Michael Robinavitch, their chief attending, his now boss, was in fact his husband.
So, that’s the reason they decided to keep it a secret from his husband’s, and now his too, coworkers. They had already reported their relationship to HR, Robby had done it a couple of weeks before Dennis started his rotation, so they were technically protected but that wouldn’t free them from all the gossip.
After a couple of seconds Robby seemed to feel Dennis’ eyes on him, he glanced his way and they made eye contact for a brief moment. He watched as the corner of Robby’s mouth twitched, just a little bit, then he returned to giving orders. His heart pounded in his chest, and he couldn’t resist the small smile that tugged on his lips.
“So, first day?” a voice straddled him a bit. Dennis immediately turned to look at whoever was talking to him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It is my first day too, I am Victoria Javadi.”
“Hey, yeah, it is my first day. I am Dennis Ro- Whitaker,” he shook her hand briefly.
Victoria smiled at him politely.
Dennis had to be extra careful with that, when Robby and he got married Dennis decided that he wanted to take Robby’s last name, so he had to remind himself not to let it slip out here.
“Trauma incoming, ETA 3 minutes,” a nurse yelled, breaking the bubble Dennis was in.
Javadi and him immediately ran to the entrance where other doctors and nurses were also gathering to take the new patient.
Everything passes in a blur, the ambulance arrived, the paramedics came flying in pushing a stretcher. A young woman laid there, bleeding profusely from her neck. Dr. Robby was there in a second already barking orders, Dennis moved without even thinking, his mind and body were in autopilot.
Everyone moved in synch, giving and catching orders. Performing complex procedures, Dennis was good at following orders, he did everything he was told to. Dr. Langdon guided him through a procedure he had never done before, his voice clear and steady.
At the end, the patient was stable and was sent upstairs to surgery. Dennis felt himself finally taking a deep breath.
“Great job there, kid,” Dr. Langdon said as he made his way out of the room.
“Thank you,” Dennis said quickly.
Robby had talk about Dr. Langdon before, Dennis knew he was a great doctor. Robby seemed to get along with him and usually talked highly of him.
After that Dennis fell into an almost comfortable rhythm, he got assigned some patients that he could take care of mostly by himself and ran into no trouble for a good couple of hours. Dr. Collins was to whom he mainly reported to, but he occasionally bumped into Dr. Robby, he had asked about certain cases, Dennis felt so proud of himself every single time he presented a case to him and gave his input and Robby nodded and told him he was doing a great job.
Around 10 a.m. Dennis found some free time to recharge a bit, without even thinking about it he made his way to Robby’s desk, where his mug sat, cold coffee still in it. He sat down on his chair; his husbands jacket was draped over it. He took a small container out of Robby’s backpack, he made sure nobody was looking when he did it, and he just let himself relax while he ate the sandwich Robby had packed for him.
“I think Dr. Robby is going to be furious when he sees that you left all that crumbs on his desk,” someone said to his right.
Dennis looked up and found Santos looking at him with a smug look on her face. Just as he was about to respond he spotted at the corner of his eye Robby walking over to them.
“Speak of the devil and he shall come,” Trinity whispered still grinning.
Dennis finished his sandwich with one last bite and quickly started to collect the breadcrumbs in the plastic container. Robby could be a clean freak sometimes.
“Dr. Whitaker,” he heard Robby called.
“Sorry, sorry,” Dennis was quick to say, half of his sandwich was still in his mouth.
Robby stared at him for a couple of seconds and then chuckled while shaking his head. He didn’t say anything else; he just kept walking past them.
Dennis watches as Trinity expression changed, then she looked back at him and raise an eyebrow.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” Dennis asked when he finally swallowed the food on his mouth.
“That. He didn’t even seemed to care,” she pointed at him as if accusing him of something.
Dennis just shrugged and finished collecting his mess.
Trinity lingered a bit longer but then she was called to some room. Dennis was a bit relief when she left, that was something he didn’t wanted to go through again, he was a terrible liar.
“Hey kid,” Dennis was starting to feel popular. “We have a seemingly ankle fracture at room 4, Dr. King is already there, but go see if she needs help,” nurse Dana told him.
Robby had also spoken about her a lot, she seemed very nice. They had only cross few words, but Dennis already liked her.
“Yes ma’am,” Dennis said and quicky made his way to the room.
Working with Dr. King was easy, Dennis found Mel very interesting if he was honest, he liked her and he thinks that she does as well. They asked the patient, who was a 21-year-old guy, a few questions and then sent him to get some x-rays.
They fell into a small conversation pretty easily as they made their way to the main desk.
As soon as they reached it Dennis started to write something on the computer, Mel followed him, standing beside him reading his report.
“Wait, are you married?” Mel asked.
Dennis forgot about his ring, it was just so natural to wear it at this point, Robby didn’t wear his at the hospital, he carried it on his necklace, so Dennis could wear it freely if he wanted to.
“Uh, yeah…”
“Wow, aren’t you like 20 or something?” Mel sounded very impressed, she even took his hand to look at the ring closer.
“25 yes, but I found my person so yeah, it felt natural,” Dennis said simply.
Mel smiled at him, a sincere smile and Dennis felt himself smiling back.
“Well, congratulations.”
“Thanks,” Dennis was glad she didn’t asked any more questions.
After that Mel was called to see another patient and Dennis took the time to finish the report he was previously working on. It didn’t took long, so he found himself staring at the tv screen trying to choose a patient to go and help.
“Are you waiting for something more interesting,” someone said behind Dennis, and he would recognize that voice anywhere in the world.
Without turning around he leaned just a bit back, his back brushed gently the front of Robby, it was just for a split second, but the physical contact sent fireworks to his stomach.
“I was hoping for something that call your name,” Dennis then said turning to look at Robby. “Kinda want to see you in action,” he whispered.
He watched as Robby straightened a bit, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Only if you ask nicely,” Robby said in that low voice that drove him crazy.
Dennis stared at him and that made Robby chuckle.
“Asshole,” Dennis the mouthed and turn around to see if his help was needed somewhere else, but before he could take a step Robby’s hand landed on his shoulder, guiding him somewhere. And of course he let him, he didn’t had the will power to oppose.
“You have a pretty angry face,” Robby whispered as they walked through the corridor.
Dennis felt his face get hotter.
Just when he was about to ask where they were going Robby opened a door, Dr. Mckay, Dr. Santos and a nurse, Dennis was almost sure her name was Princess, where already there. They where focused on the patient that laid on the bed, it was a woman and her injuries looked pretty bad.
Dennis immediately switched and asked how he could help them. Dr. Mckay presented the case, Dennis and Robby listened intently.
“Female, approximately twenty-eight. Found unconscious after a high-speed collision. Unrestrained driver. EMS reports prolonged extrication. Hypotensive in the field, systolic in the 80s, tachycardic at 140. She’s intubated. We suspect internal bleeding.”
Dennis stepped closer to the bed.
The woman’s face was swollen on one side, dried blood streaked along her temple. Her chest rose mechanically with the ventilator. The sheet covering her was already darkening with fresh blood seeping from somewhere underneath.
Dr. Santos pulled up the ultrasound machine. “FAST exam is positive. Free fluid in Morrison’s pouch and pelvis. Likely splenic or hepatic laceration. Abdomen is distended and rigid.”
“Pressure’s dropping again,” Princess said, glancing at the monitor. “Seventy-eight over forty-six. Heart rate one-fifty-two.”
Robby swore under his breath.
Dr. McKay continued, voice sharp but controlled. “We’ve given two liters of fluids. Started O-negative. She’s not responding. Pupils are reactive but unequal. There’s also concern for a head injury, possible subdural hematoma.”
Dennis felt the familiar shift inside him, the world narrowing to numbers, sounds, patterns.
“Any allergies? Medical history?” he asked.
“Unknown. No ID on scene. No family yet.”
As if that wasn’t enough, Princess added quietly, “She’s about twenty-four weeks pregnant.”
The room changed.
Dennis’s eyes snapped to the curve of the woman’s abdomen. Subtle, easily missed beneath the trauma.
“Fetal heart rate?” he asked.
“Present,” Santos said, adjusting the Doppler. “One-ten. Barely holding.”
Dr. McKay looked at Dennis directly now. “We have minutes. She’s bleeding out. Likely splenic rupture. She needs the OR now. But anesthesia is tied up in another emergency C-section. If we wait, we lose her. If we move without full neuro imaging, we risk missing a catastrophic brain bleed.”
Silence, thick and suffocating.
Another alarm beeped.
Princess’s voice cut through it. “Pressure’s sixty-five systolic.”
Dennis stepped forward.
“We don’t wait,” he said. Calm. Decisive. “She’s dying from hemorrhagic shock. Control the bleed first. Activate massive transfusion protocol. Call surgery, tell them we’re coming whether anesthesia is ready or not. I’ll intubate again if needed. We need to prep for rapid transport.”
Everyone then looked at Dr. Robby who nodded immediately. Giving an approved look to Dennis.
Dr. Santos hesitated. “And the baby?”
Dennis swallowed once. “We save the mother. That’s how we give the baby a chance.”
Another beat.
“Let’s move,” Dr. Robby said and then everyone was on the move.
Once they made sure the woman was received at the OR Dennis and Robby let out a long sigh.
“Great move out there, baby. You are doing great,” Robby spoke quietly as he rested a hand on Dennis shoulder.
Dennis unconsciously leaned into his husband, taking all the praise that he was giving him, he could stay like this forever.
“I miss you, even though you are around,” Dennis said.
“I wish I could kiss you right now,” Robby dipped his head, low enough that Dennis could feel his breath on the top of his head.
Dennis slowly lifted his head, but as soon as their eyes landed on each other, they heard someone shout ‘Incoming traumas’ and immediately they ran into action.
***
Around 5 p.m. Dennis finally had a moment to catch his breath. He had been going patient to patient non-stop for a couple of hours now, they weren’t anything major, but the hospital started to get so packed that they needed to clear some rooms fast.
He found himself sitting at Robby’s desk again, in his defense, his chair was so comfortable. Robby had told him before he had spent so much money on it since his previous one always made his back hurt. And Dennis could really feel the luxury of it.
“You know you can rest at the lounge, Whitaker,” Robby spoke to him as he made his way to him.
“Your chair is very comfortable, sir,” Dennis smile in a way that he knew drove his husband crazy.
And he immediately watched as the man straightened a bit and his gaze went from his lips to his eyes, back and forth.
At the corner of his eye, Dennis could see Dana looking between them with a confused look. Then she came closer to him, putting a soft smile on her face.
“Heard you were married kid?” she spoke softly to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
Dennis smiled, lifting his hand for her to see the ring resting on his finger.
Dana gasp softly grabbing his hand, inspecting the ring as if it was a foreign object.
“Holy, did you knew about this Robby?” Dana asked looking at Dr. Robby who was still standing a bit far back.
“Uh,” Robby cleared his throat, making Dennis chuckle a bit. “I.. I didn’t knew,” Robby said quickly.
“What are we gasping about over here” Dr. Langdon arrived, putting away an iPad and grabbing a cup of coffee from the desk.
“Kid Whitaker over here is married,” Dana said finally letting go of his hand.
“Wow. You see Robby, a kid beat you,” Dr. Langdon chuckled, walking over to where Robby was and clapped his back.
Dennis couldn’t fight back the grin that took over his lips when he saw the angry look on his husband’s face. He knew it was taking all of his will power to not snapped back and it was kind of a hilarious look.
“I would have never imagined you had game, Huckleberry,” Trinity said as she typed something on the computer.
Dennis didn’t even saw her arrive. There were so many people gathered here right now that it was kind of getting overwhelming. But Dennis was feeling content nonetheless, he felt he was doing a good job so far. He let himself relax a bit more.
“Dr. Robinavitch” a voice called, loud and clear.
And for a split-second Dennis forgot where he was and looked at where the voice had came from as if he was the one being called. As soon as he did that, panic rushed through him, he caught Robby’s face and then he immediately turned back.
He prayed no one paid attention to him.
But of course, he wasn’t as lucky, Trinity was looking at him, a confuse expression painted her face. Dennis tried to give her a smile, but she only lifted a single eyebrow, making Dennis want to be swallowed by the floor.
At least, it seemed as if she let the topic go when she got called to a room to check on a patient. But Dennis knew she was going to ask him about it later, he better came up with a great excuse or he was fucked.
Dennis was preparing himself to go and check some patients when Robby called him over. He looked around and found him standing with a woman at a far cornered.
“You needed me, Dr. Robby?” Dennis asked as soon as he approached them.
“Dennis, this is Gloria,” Robby said casually.
Dennis looked at Robby for a second, then he remembered.
“Oh, Mrs. Underwood,” Dennis turned to her and offered his hand.
Gloria shook it firmly.
“I just wanted to check in, how is everything going down here,” she said.
Dennis glanced at Robby who was on the verge of rolling his eyes, he knew that Robby wasn’t very fond of here.
“Everything is going smoothly, Mrs. Underwood. I hope there isn’t a problem,” Dennis tried to sound casual, but he started fidgeting with his ring.
“Oh, no everything is fine. Nice to meet you Mr. Whitaker,” Gloria said firmly.
“Doctor,” Robby said besides him, Dennis almost smiled. “Well, Dennis, I think you can go now. See you later,” he said softer now.
Dennis nodded once, “See you later, Robby. And nice to meet you again Mrs. Underwood,” he said, it felt good to use Robby’s name.
Robby shot him a quick smile and then he almost sprinted out of there. Luckly, everyone seemed pretty busy so at least no one asked him what that was about, yet.
The next trauma didn’t come in quietly.
It never did.
“Trauma incoming! Fall from height, construction site. ETA two minutes!”
The entire ER shifted.
Robby’s head snapped toward the ambulance bay. “Trauma two. Full spine precautions.”
Dennis was already moving. A fall meant velocity. Meant organs slamming into bone. Meant fragile spinal cord.
The stretcher burst through the doors.
Dennis took a quick look at the patient. Male in his mid-thirties. He was covered in dust and what seemed concrete that was already hardening. Blood matted in his hair.
“Fell approximately three stories,” the paramedic reported rapidly. “Witnesses say he hit scaffolding on the way down before landing on concrete. Brief loss of consciousness. GCS eight on scene. BP seventy systolic. Irregular respirations.”
Dennis felt the world narrow.
“On my count,” Robby said. “One, two, three.”
They transferred him while maintaining full spinal alignment.
“Airway’s compromised,” Dennis said immediately. The man’s breathing was wet and shallow, jaw slack.
“C-spine secure?” Robby asked.
“Manual stabilization,” Princess confirmed, hands firm at the patient’s head.
“Prep for RSI,” Robby ordered.
Dennis was already drawing up meds, Etomidate and Succinylcholine. He handed them over without looking and Robby took them immediately, didn’t even check the labels. Dennis knew he trusted him.
“Pressure’s sixty-two over forty,” Santos called out.
“Two large-bore IVs,” Dennis said. “Get blood ready. Massive transfusion protocol.”
Trinity shot him a look, just half a second of hesitation.
“Do it,” Robby said loud and that got Trinity moving.
Robby intubated cleanly despite the swelling already building in the airway.
“Tube’s in.”
“End-tidal confirmed,” Dennis replied instantly.
Their timing overlapped again.
It even felt too practiced. But Dennis was working on autopilot and doing it alongside Robby felt like second nature to him. They floated together at the same rhythm.
“Breath sounds decreased on the right,” Dennis added, auscultating quickly. “Possible hemothorax.”
Robby’s hand extended.
Chest tube tray was already there.
“FAST exam,” Dennis called.
Santos slid the probe over the abdomen. “Free fluid in the pelvis. Maybe spleen.”
“Pelvis feels unstable,” Dennis said, pressing gently and watching the patient’s pressure drop further. “Likely fracture. He’s bleeding into it.”
“BP fifty-eight systolic,” Princess warned.
The monitor alarmed in a sharp, relentless tone.
Robby inserted the chest tube. Dark blood poured out.
“Significant output.”
“We’re losing volume fast,” Trinity said.
Dennis’s mind calculated automatically.
Fall from height. Scaffolding impact. Pelvic instability. Chest bleed. Possible traumatic brain injury.
“Activate pelvic binder,” he said quickly. “Now.”
Someone hesitated.
Robby didn’t.
“Do it.”
The binder snapped into place around the patient’s hips.
“Pressure’s climbing,” Princess said, surprised. “Sixty-eight… seventy-two.”
Robby glanced at Dennis. And he read his face immediately; approval and pride were painted all over his face. There was even something softer beneath it that only Dennis could read.
“GCS now?” Robby asked.
Dennis leaned close, penlight flashing across pupils.
“Unequal. Left dilated.”
Silence.
Head injury.
“CT?” Santos asked.
Dennis shook his head once. “He won’t survive the scanner. He’s bleeding out.”
“And if there’s a subdural?” Trinity pressed.
Dennis swallowed but his voice stayed steady.
“We stabilize hemorrhage first. He can’t have brain surgery if he’s dead.”
The words echoed slightly in the trauma bay.
All eyes shifted to Dr. Robby.
Because technically, Dennis was just a med student.
Robby didn’t hesitate.
“He’s right. Call surgery. Ortho and general. Tell them we’re coming up hot.”
That did it.
The room moved again.
Lines adjusted. Blood hung. Chest tube secured.
Dennis stayed at the patient’s side during transport, one hand steady on the ventilator tubing, the other gripping the IV pole to keep it from jerking.
The elevator ride felt endless.
Halfway there, the patient’s heart rate began to crash.
“Bradying down!” Princess said sharply.
“Stay with me,” Dennis murmured to the patient or to himself, he wasn’t sure.
Robby adjusted ventilation.
Dennis anticipated it and increased fluids simultaneously.
No discussion. Just instinct.
The doors opened to the OR.
Surgery took over in a blur of gowns and bright lights.
And then it was quiet again.
Dennis stepped back once the patient disappeared behind sterile blue drapes.
His hands were shaking.
Adrenaline always hit after.
“You called the pelvis before I did,” Robby said quietly beside him.
Dennis let out a slow breath. “You would’ve.”
Robby’s mouth twitched faintly.
Across the hallway, Langdon folded his arms.
“I’ve worked with attendings who don’t move that smoothly together,” he said carefully. “You two… that was different.”
Dennis forced a small shrug. “Guess we’re just compatible, right Dr. Robby?”
Robby gave Dennis a fist bump.
Trinity raised an eyebrow. “That’s one word for it.”
Dr. Langdon leaned toward Santos. “Didn’t they literally meet this morning?”
Santos watched Dennis and Robby a little too closely.
“Yeah,” she said slowly. “That’s what they said.”
Robby straightened, slipping fully back into chief mode.
“Whitaker,” he called professionally. “Come with me.”
Dennis followed without question.
Their shoulders brushed as they walked.
It looked accidental, but they both knew it wasn’t.
***
The clock read 7:45 p.m. and Dennis felt so relief when he saw a couple of the night shift doctors and nurses starting to make their way into the ER. He was so ready to go home, take a long hot shower and cuddle with Robby.
As he started to check one last time on his assigned patients a familiar voice called him.
“Hey, kid,” Dr. Abbot said.
“Dr. Abbot,” Dennis greeted.
Him and Jack had already meet, almost two years ago actually. He is after all his husband’s best friend, so it only felt natural for Robby to had introduced them to each other when their relationship started to get serious. And of course, Jack was the witness at their wedding when they went to sign the papers.
“How was your first shift?” he asked casually.
“I would say that it went pretty good,” Dennis smiled.
“That’s great. Good job, finish up so you can finally go home,” Jack said.
“Thanks, I am almost finished.”
With that they went their separate ways, Dennis finished his check-ins and went back to Robby’s desk to finish up some reports. He was so lost on the words that he was writing that he didn’t noticed someone creeping in on him.
Suddenly, someone gripped the chair and spung him around. Dennis didn’t even had time to stop the yelp that came out of his mouth.
“Easy Huckleberry, I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the bar with us,” Trinity said, a smile smirk growing on her face.
“I.. Uh, thanks, but I really want to just go home,” Dennis spoke softly, his heart was still beating at a thousand miles per hour.
“Oh, c’mon. We are all going, even Dr. Robby sign up,” she said.
Dennis arched his eyebrow, he knew she was lying and wanted to see her reaction. Because Robby would never agree to go out on a Monday, after a shift.
“Right. Well, I still just want to go and rest,” Dennis tried to sound as casual as he could possibly be.
“Dr. Santos, did you finished your charting?” Robby spoke loud and clear.
Trinity groaned and made her way to one of the computers.
Dennis let out a breath and went back to his report, he really wanted to go home now.
A couple of minutes later Dr. Robby called all of the day shift over for a debrief. Everyone gathered around Robby, all anxious to just finish the day and go home to relax.
“This will be quick, I promise,” Robby gave them a tired smile. “You all did a great job today, we save so many lives, so now you go home, rest and we will see each other tomorrow. Good night, everyone,” he clapped once and then everyone was dismissed.
Dennis lingered a bit, waiting for Robby. He didn’t wanted to make it obvious, so he stayed at the ambulance bay, when he decided to lit up a cigarette while he waited. It was a bad habit he had, he didn’t smoke as much anymore, but sometimes he had that itch.
As he inhaled the warm smoke someone stood beside him making him turn to them. It was Dana, and she was a cigarette between her lips as well.
“I didn’t picture you as a smoker kid,” she said grinning.
Dennis chuckled.
“I didn’t picture you as a smoker either,” he smiled back.
They smoked in silence for a bit, until Dana decided to spoke again.
“You waiting for Robby, don’t you?” she said it so casually that Dennis almost forgot she wasn’t supposed to know.
His head snapped in her direction, but she just flashed him a soft smile as she took another drag.
“I saw the ring on his necklace. I am just trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together,” she explained.
Dennis stood there in silence for a beat, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, it just was that he wanted Robby to be here for him to be the one to decide whether or not to tell her. At the end of the day, she was Robby’s friend first.
Just on cue, Robby finally came out. He did a quick swept into his surroundings and then he spotted them, he immediately came closer.
“Please, Dana. Leave the kid alone,” Robby said in a fake mad tone.
Dana let out a laugh turning to Robby.
“How long have you two been together?” she now asked Robby.
Dennis could had laughed about the way Robby’s expression changed so abrupt if he wasn’t actively panicking himself. They exchanged a look and then Robby looked back at Dana sighing.
“Two years,” Robby said softly.
And Dennis felt as if all the air on his lungs disappeared in a second. But at the same time, he felt so happy, he was all over the place.
“Well, it now makes sense why you had been so happy,” Dana said simply. “Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.”
With that she let the remaining of her cigarette fall to the ground and stepped on it. She flashed both of them a smile and finally she disappeared into the parking lot.
Robby was the first to let out a laugh, Dennis followed shortly after. And before they could think about it, they were laughing uncontrollably while they made their way to their car.
“Ready to go home, babe?” Robby said out of breath after he finally managed to stop laughing.
“I am so ready,” Dennis replied still grinning.
And with that they pulled out of the hospital parking lot and made their way to their home.