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Reason: Check up, B12 shot

Symptoms: leg fracture

Time in: 3:00 pm April 1st, 2016

Jennie had been happy. It wasn't a word she'd used to describe her life much; not that she'd been discontent, but happy was something reserved for holidays, achievements, maybe milestones. But now it was just a state of being.

Happy.

Happy and confused and nervous and so unsure for the first time in her life. Like she was plotting to jump off a cliff that may or may not have water.

The past two weeks she'd been thinking so much. This obstacle that she made up, this reason why being with Rosie was a bad idea - or not even a bad idea, just new. Different. Jennie had never been the sort of person to just jump into things, everything she'd done since middle school had been well thought out ahead of time.

With Rosie you couldn't do that because Rosie wasn't patient, and Rosie could be so completely bare and honest with her feelings. As if it was something she couldn't control, like it was just natural. Jennie found it admirable, but mostly it just scared the hell out of her.

So she'd been thinking about what to do, wondering if she could bide time - and then Rosie had pressed her body so very very close, and Jennie realized how badly she wanted to be kissed. And that particular thought never actually left her mind.

That's when it became clear for Jennie. Well, clear in the way that nothing with Rosie would really ever be clear, at least not right away.

Rosie walked in, her crutches carrying the majority of her weight. Jennie thought that within the next few weeks the cast could come off. Rosie was already moving pretty fast, and the general fatigue seemed to be dying down.

Jennie hoped her blood work would come back with some improvement soon; though judging from the last time she checked it, she'd have to wait a little bit longer to see actual results.

Rosie huffed, plopping herself down on the exam table. "Listen. Sorry about all that stuff last week," she started, only to be cut off by Jennie softly calling her name.

"Please, just let me get this over with, okay," she said anyways, ignoring the interruption. "I probably shouldn't have done that, or kissed you. I--"

"Rosie," Jennie said, this time a little louder.

"Let me talk!" she slapped her hands against the table in a toddler-like fashion, making Jennie roll her eyes. "I know it was inappropriate--"

Jennie sighed, walked up to Rosie and purposely dropped her chart on the table next to Rosie's hand. And then, with only slight hesitation, she grabbed Rosie's face with both of her hands and kissed her. Nothing long, though the feeling of Rosie gasping against her, warm, damp breath brushing over Jennie's lips, made her almost forget her main point in kissing Rosie.

"I know you're not used to being told to shut up. But shut up," Jennie said pulling away. She let her hands slowly slide down to hold Rosie's jaw, wondering if maybe this was too much because Rosie looked like she'd seen a ghost. "First: you're going to need to find a new doctor."

"You see!" Rosie exclaimed, "you kiss me and then you--" Jennie kissed her again, this time a little longer.

A lot longer.

Rosie brought her hand up to twine with her hair, already pushing her body forward. Jennie could feel both of their heart beats, both charged with the same quick thump thump thump. And that word came back into her head, happy. Her pulse rushed, her blood raised to the surface of her skin, her head went whoosh.

It was all just, right.

The way Rosie's mouth molded against her own; the way pink, sticky gloss that wasn't Jennie's mixed with her chapstick. The heat of her breath caressing Jennie's tongue and cheek.

Jennie moved forward, nestling in between Rosie's legs so that she could be pressed flush against her. And Rosie's hands went from her hair to shoulders to lower back to butt, causing Jennie to give a small squeak in surprise.

Rosie ran her tongue against Jennie's lower lip before curling it around Jennie's. And suddenly it was too hot, the room, Jennie's body, Rosie's...

She craned her neck forward, kissed Rosie's bottom lip, top lip, the tip of her tongue, corner of her mouth. And Jennie couldn't believe that she felt she actually had to think about this.

She wanted Rosie and Rosie wanted her and Jennie was happy.

Rosie breathed in and pushed Jennie away. Her lips now turned into a scowl, opposite of the dopey grin Jennie felt blooming across her face. "See! You just kiss me like that, and nearly jump me on the table right after telling me you're dropping me as a patient."

She wanted pushy, annoying, adorable, amazing Rosie.

Jennie kissed the corner of her mouth, and almost laughed at the breathy sigh Rosie gave.

"Doctors aren't allowed to date their patients."

Rosie's mouth dropped open, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. "You want to date...me?" the last part came out as a barely audible squeak.

Her heart still drummed, her hands were still sweaty and Jennie was sure her face was completely red; in short, she was a mess. Jennie cleared her throat, nodded. "I mean, I just - not if you wouldn't want to. I don't know. I don't know how this works but I..." the word caught in her throat, love. Another new concept that Jennie didn't quite grasp outside of family and certain abstract ideas.

Rosie leaned forward and kissed her. A short, chaste kiss. She let her forehead rest against Jennie's and nodded, her hands coming up to hold Jennie's cheeks. She rubbed tiny circles against her skin and Jennie tried not to lean into it, but ultimately failed.

"Yes," she said before kissing Jennie again. "Just wish you would have said something sooner, idiot." Rosie laughed, then sniffed in. Jennie looked up to see red rimmed eyes along with a full smile.

"You're crying."

"So are you," Rosie said with a small roll of her eyes.

Jennie blinked. Oh. She felt a trickle of water run down her cheek. And then Jennie laughed, leaning forward and bringing Rosie back a little. "You know, we still have an appointment. I'm still your doctor." She pulled away, went to the cabinet to get some tissues.

"Is this your subtle way of telling me to drop my pants?" Rosie asked, taking the tissue offered by Jennie.

The corner of Jennie's mouth twisted up. "Actually, yes."

Rosie chuckled from behind her. "Fine. Rosie will allow this for one last time, but the next time it's going to cost Jennie at least two dinners."

- The End -

Ps. See you in the second book! 🫶🏻