Kiss it better (karamel AU)

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He hasn't seen her in a month. That must be some kind of record. But he can't be disappointed about it, can he? The fact he hasn't seen her means she hasn't gotten herself hurt enough to need an ER during that month. (Although knowing her, he can't  actually be sure about that; he can only be sure that she hasn't needed the ER he works at.)

He doesn't think about her much, if he's being honest. It's not like there's anything going on between them, or that he's treated her enough times she has become some sort of a regular to him, or that the last time he saw her she stood by his side – quite literally – while he had a mild breakdown. So no, she doesn't really cross his mind. But every now and then, when he hears about thirty-something-year-old patients or  federal agents or sees pretty blondes wandering around the hospital, he can't help that she pops up in his head.

Currently, he's sitting in the break room, a slumped figure carelessly lying on the old couch that has definitely seen better days. He's got his phone in his hand, a crinkle of concentration between his brows, and when Winn walks in, Mon-El doesn't even notice.

"Hey, buddy, what are you looking at?" he asks only to be ignored. "Mon-El, hey!" He throws a pen at the oblivious face.

"What?" Gray eyes widen in alarm.

"I asked what are you looking at?"

"Apartments," Mon-El says with a sigh. He locks his phone and drops it on his stomach. "I'm looking for a new place. I'm tired of driving for half an hour everyday to get here. I need a place that's closer to the hospital."

"How is that going so far?" Winn sits down beside him, opening a package of candy and offering it to his friend.

"Terribly."

"You could ask Eve for help. She found us a place in less than a week when we decided to live together last month."

"You sure?" Mon-El gives him an uncertain look, slowly munching on a gummy bear. "I mean, I don't wanna be a bother to her. I'm sure I'll find something eventually."

"Nonsense," Winn shakes his head. He throws a red bear in the air and catches it in his mouth with practised ease. "You're my best friend. She'd love to help out."

"Yeah, okay, I'll ask her. When does she come in?"

He glances at the clock hung on the opposite wall. "I'm supposed to go pick her up on my break. Fuck. I'm already late." Winn stands up, shoving the candy package into Mon-El's hands before heading for the door. "You know what?" He stalls for a second. "I'll talk to her on the way here. Don't worry about it. I got you covered," and with that he steps out, leaving his friend alone again.

Mon-El stays there, thoughts of a certain blonde still circling around in his head. There's the house problem, the fact he hasn't eaten since breakfast and the sweets are upsetting his empty stomach more than tricking it, a couple of unanswered calls from his mom, a job offer from the other side of the country he should be considering but hasn't bothered to yet, but somewhere in all that mess, there's Kara too. And he can't understand why that is, or when she started slipping into his mind uninvited and out of nowhere, or how she belongs to the list of important things to think about now, but she's awfully present and he can't pretend he doesn't like it.

He's wanted to ask her out for a while — truth be told. He doesn't know how that could work, though. Because she isn't a woman he randomly met somewhere and hasn't gathered the courage to approach. She's a patient who stumbles into the ER every once in a while, and if that isn't the most inappropriate of situations to ask a girl out, then he doesn't know what is. Plus, he never sees her outside the hospital, so the circumstances are never different; he's always the doctor and she's the patient. Thus it's always inappropriate.