Gangsta: Dumb Doug X Reader

Seventeen

(A/n: Heyyy y'all. sorryz I been away so long. Was celebrating lots of bdays, but they over now. So I'm back to work! Also thanks for 17k as well! Y'all the best & shout-out to Yall_need_milk for reading this fifty times(not literally lol) while I been bullshitting. It's been a minute since I wrote so forgive me if it's senseless. But Enjoy! 😘 )

Doug's POV:

~Clinic~

Arriving at the Clinic in what felt like hours Doug let out an exasperated sigh. Not because it was a long walk, but because it was so hot outside.

Lately, the heat just keeps building and he isn't built for this type of weather despite being born this time. Heat just doesn't suit him.

When he enters the Clinic he is completely relieved by a blast of freezing air. Thankfully the a/c works in here this time around. It usually doesn't.

"Yo, Nina! You here?" He calls out, casually taking a seat at Theo's desk. The young girl came from a room in the back covered in blood.

She pulls down the face mask she wore. "Hey. What's up?"

Twitching brow, "I think I should ask you that." he refers to the red liquid.

"Some guys legs are in ruins. His wife pushed him off the roof for cheating, but he'll live." She removes her gloves. "Theo made sure of it. I just started the stitching and staples."

"Women sure are crazy." He comments. "Where is that four-eyes anyway?"

"He went on a coffee and smoke run. Oh and he's going to get me cupcakes." She smiles.

"Ugh... I'm already here so I'll just stick around." He kicks up his feet.

"I can get you your prescription. I'm allowed to handle such minuscule tacts." She starts towards the cabinet of medicine.

"No, it's alright. I've got something I want to talk to Doc about."

"Oh okay." Her voice hints surprise. "Since you said that, I'll be getting back to work. Call me if you need me." He nods and she goes back to work.

This guys a real piece of work...

He spins in the chair to cure his boredom. He waited so long that he dozed off, but Theo gave him a rude awakening. He obnoxiously slammed the bag down on the desk.

"...the hell man?" Doug mumbles lowly as he starts stretching.

"This is my desk. You're sitting at it." He sharply remarks. Doug gets out of the seat.

"Wouldn't kill you to be gentle." He shoots back, leaning against the wall now.

"I am not (F/n)..." Theo takes the seat, pulling a drawer open in search of something.

Etching brows, "What's with you? Everything that comes from your mouth is shit lately."

"Yeah, well maybe I've finally lost it." He takes a large sip of his coffee. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Picking up my meds."

"Nina could've got them for you. You don't need me to do that."

"I actually wanted to talk to you."

"Oh." Theo clasps his hands together setting them atop his desk. "What about?"

"The way you speak of me around (F/n)." Doug grimaced. "I don't like it."

"What did I say?"

"Don't play dumb. All the gestures and remarks... You weren't that drunk last night."