Doctor Hood

Dr. Hood

You walk into the doctor's office feeling nervous. Your stomach is in knots but that's not why your there. Your stupid friends had talked you into getting into a tanning bed a few weeks ago.

"Ugh, why did I listen to them..." You murmur to yourself as you sign the clipboard. You never really got why people love being tan but you decided to go anyway to appease them. The first few times you were fine but on your sixth visit you started to notice white spots developing on your skin. Worried, you scheduled the earliest appointment with your doctor for the next day.

You sit down in a chair and glance at a few magazines, nothing really pulling your attention from your slightly anxious feelings.

"Y/N?" You start but hurry to the nurse, eager to see the doctor.

She leads you to an examination room and checks your blood pressure, pulse, etc-t was fine. She leaves and tells you the doctor will be here in a bit.

"Of course he will," you say sarcastically. You settle in to what you expect to be a long wait, sitting on the cushioned examination table. After a few minutes, you decide to just lay down on it.

You almost nod off to sleep before you are jolted awake by the very loud entering of...

There's no way he's a doctor... You think.

"Hi...Hey! I'm Dr. Hood but you can call me Calum if you like." He grins, and his eyes crinkle. He looks through the papers on his clipboard. "You're (Y/N), right?"

His Australian accent throws you off, and you can hardly choke out a mangled reply of, "What the hell? There's no way you're the doctor."

He smirks. "I'm in training." He laughs and once again that broad grin spreads across his face, even in his eyes. He's clearly amused by your astonished, if not rude, outburst. "In this training exercise, I'll examine you, fill out my report, and then the real doctor will look at you. My superior and he will then compare notes and, hopefully," he winks. "I pass."

"Oh, wow, I wasn't really expecting this..." You look down at yourself, suddenly self conscious. Grey joggers and a T-shirt you put on last minute. Hair in a messy braid. You silently curse your bad judgement and look up into "Dr. Hood's" deep brown eyes. He was still smiling. Damn him.

He moves closer to you, picking up the clipboard your nurse had left. "So, your vitals seem fine, what seems to be the problem, love." Another look of shock crosses your face. His face reddens. He called you love. "Oh, sorry, I just, um, what seems to be the problem?"

You can't help but notice how attractive he is. Dark hair, full lips. Tan skin and you could swear you saw a bit of a tattoo showing above the V-neck shirt he wore under his overcoat. Damn.

You look down at your hands, embarrassed. "Um, well this is going to sound completely ridiculous but... My friends talked me into tanning a few times even though I told them if wasn't really my thing but I agreed anyway I don't know why and so I started going and for the first few times it was fine but I got out of the tanning bed yesterday and had these white spots all over my skin, mostly my back. And I didn't even really wanna tan in the first place." Your voice starts cracking, "but I did and now I probably have skin cancer and damnit I only went like six times is that even possible?" You realize your rambling and promptly shut your mouth. There's tears in your eyes. "Sorry, I just, I just have these spots on my back that's all, sorry."

You look up from your lap and you see him looking kind of panicked. He stammers, "Oh, please don't cry, I, I'm sure you're going to be just f-fine." He grabs a tissue from the tissue box on the desk and touches them to the corner of your eye where some moisture had gathered. Damnit, you think. Why the hell am I crying. I'm sure I'm just overreacting.