"Kinda Sketchy" (Vtsom/Twdak x Reader)(Cancelled)

Chapter 5

Entry 5

Feeling: masculine.

So I'm still not sure what the heck happened last night.

First I find my not quite legal therapist in a college party, then I speak to other two cool guys in the same party, I like them, they seem to not dislike me, I get a ride home and then Vincent Motherfucking Edgeworth asks for my number?

And it's not a dream?

Whatever that was, I don't have time to think, I gotta go to work.

I do the daily, take a shower, eat an apple, brush teeth dress up and go. I get to the hospital which isn't very far away from my apartment, I just walk there it's just a few blocks away, I moved here on prupose so if there's an emergency I can get there quickly enough.

First I gotta deal with just some normal patients, usually it's not much, the usual, back pain, stomach pain, some sort of uncomfortable feeling, y'know, not doing great. Next I have a lunch break, I started at 7 am, spent 5 hours dealing with these patients and then I had a lunch break, from 1 pm to 4 pm I worked on more important patients, doing some research and preparing new treatments for them, as always, I stood two extra hours, working on my patients, I had to attend an emergency since one of the eldest was having trouble, luckily it just took some adjustments to the machines and an injection to get them well.

I take my pills for the final time on the day so I get to my apartment.

Well, wasn't that en exiting day?

I wish I didn't need those stupid pills to control the stress, it's pretty funny, I overwork so I don't get left alone with my thoughts, but it stresses me and it leads me to the same problem, so I have to take pills so I don't stress myself too much.

Being a mutant is shit.

Huh, at least I don't have to be at G3 anymore, I hated it there.

I lay in my bed, defeated, I just want to eat and go to sleep.

I hear a notification from my phone.

That's weird, I don't have any alarms set for now, and usually if there's an emergency at the hospital they would directly call me.

I check on it with a peek of interest.

It's an unknown number.

"Hello"
"It's me, Vincent"

Wow.

But seriously, wow.

I didn't expect him to actually DM me.

I thought he just did it to look good or something, I don't know, who knows what happens in the mind of a rich hot man?

"Hey"
"What's up?"

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.

"Not much, just wanted to know how your day has been"
"And check that I have the right number"

Well that's sweet.

"I just got home"
"It's been a long day but things have been pretty great, no one died at least"

"What's your job?"

"I'm a doctor"
"If I remember correctly, you're a lawyer, aren't you?"

"Indeed I am"
"I just finished my work today too, it would surprise you how many divorces happen per day"

"Thank god I didn't choose to study law"
"Well, it wouldn't have been that bad if I had the chance to meet you back then"