Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #27 (Kian Madani)

(Couldn't resist XD. This man is drop-dead GORGEOUS!!!)

(EXTREMELY fluffy)

Abigail walked out of the surgeon room and slid off her gloves, hating how much her hands were shaking. 

Kian observed her from behind as she washed her hands, and his brow furrowed in concern.

After a moment of deafening silence, he asked, "Abby? Are you okay?"

She jumped at the sudden sound of his voice and rubbed her face in exhaustion.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," Abigail interrupted. "I'm just a little unnerved."

She smiled weakly and passed by him without another word.

As Kian watched her walk away, Jac came up beside him and asked, "What's up with Davis?"

"I don't know," he replied. "I'm worried about her."

"Well, she needs to get her head in the game," the doctor replied in her thick British accent. "I need Davis in less than an hour for another surgery. She's the best we've got."

Kian glanced at the strict doctor and said, "Jac, Abigail needs to rest. She's obviously not in the right state of mind."

She crossed her arms and looked at him with rock-hard eyes.

"We're already short-staffed as it is, Madani," she stated. "I can't lose another good doctor simply because she's not in the 'right state of mind.' Talk to her and get her ready for the next operation."

With that, Jac walked off before Kian could get in another word.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes, trying to decide between his professional side and personal side.

I can't just talk to her, he thought to himself. She needs to be comforted, not reassured.

Kian had disobeyed Jac's orders before, and he knew she would chew him out if he did it again. 

But Abigail was more important than his career, so he chose his personal side and went looking for her.

He stopped at her office first, peeking inside to see if she was there.

When she wasn't, he asked fellow nurses and doctors if they had seen Dr. Davis; all of them said they had not.

Kian groaned in frustration and kept looking, refusing to give up on his search.

After what felt like forever, he eventually found Abigail in the stairwell, sitting with her face in her hands.

He sighed heavily at her sad form and sat down beside her without saying a word.

Eventually, Abigail spoke up and said, "I can't do another surgery, Kian. I can't."

"I know, love," he nodded. "I'm not going to let you."

She looked up at him and wiped her teary eyes.

"But how can I stay away from Dr. Naylor?" she sniffled. "She'll fire me for sure if I don't show up."

"She'll fire me," he pointed at himself. "I'm the one who's defying her orders."

"No," Abigail shook her head while setting her hand on his forearm. "Don't risk your career for me again. You've done that enough times already."

Kian glanced down at her hand, then covered it with his own.

"As I've told you before, you come first," he said softly. "And I will do anything to ease whatever pain you're in. It's my job, right?"

She smiled through her tears and laid her head on his shoulder.

"How do you plan on avoiding Jac, then?" she asked. "You better have something in mind."

"Always, my dear," he winked. "Come with me."

Kian stood up and held his hand out, squeezing hers gently when she took it.

He then led Abigail carefully through the hospital, taking her to one of the rooms where nurses or doctors could stay overnight if they had a lot of work to do.

Luckily, no one seemed to pay much attention to them, so Abigail was able to breathe a sigh of relief once they were safely inside.

But before she could sit down on the small bed, she asked, "Can you lock the door? I don't want anyone bursting in here unannounced."

"Of course, Abby," he nodded. "We'll be all right in here."

He turned the switch to the right, and it locked with a resounding click.

Silence fell over the room as they stared at each other awkwardly, not sure what to do next.

It was quickly broken, however, when Kian sat down beside Abigail on the bed, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles.

The sensation of his beard on her skin made Abigail shiver uncontrollably, and she took a deep breath to steady her racing heart.

"What's going on, Abby?" he asked in a gentle tone. "Can you talk about it with me?"

She sighed heavily and shook her head.

"I'd rather be focused on the present instead of the past," she mumbled. "It's scary in there."

Kian scooted closer to Abigail and slowly wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Just tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you," he whispered. "I promise."

"I want you and your love."

He cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"You got it, darling."

Kian then moved back onto the bed, taking off his scrub top and revealing his toned, muscular chest, as well as his sleeve tattoo.

Abigail's eyes widened the slightest bit, but she was too tired to react any further, so she laid down next to him and rested her head on his chest.

His arms came around her waist, and he pushed her as close as possible to him.

"Whatever's happening in your life, just know that I will protect you from anything that may try to hurt you," Kian muttered in her hair. "You will always be safe with me, Abby."

Abigail smiled gratefully and hid her face in his neck, reveling at the feeling of his beard on her cheek.

"Thank you, Kian."

He kissed her head and held her tighter in his arms. 

"You're welcome."