December 31, 2019
Writing in between surgeries. Odd thing happened this morning: Gracie walked in on me during the shower. It wasn't accidental, but intentional. She helped herself to the room and I pitched a fit, naturally. Though, the shocking thing was how natural it felt. Life with Gracie is adaptable. Even her friends—Ruth Ramirez and Rhys Montgomery—are growing on me. In some ways, I almost feel domestic.
Either way, she walked in on me in the shower like she belonged there. I suppose she does. It's her bathroom anyway.
She was talking about some crisis she was having and I was red as a fire engine in that shower. It's hard for me to explain exactly why I felt so off-put in that moment. Plenty of people have seen me naked before and in far more compromising positions than that. But the thought of it being Gracie unnerved me for some reason. There was definitely a reason that I didn't want her to see me naked, but I can't put a finger on it.
Whatever. She offered me validation and I said no. She said the most ridiculous thing following, something to the extent of: "I've seen plenty of dicks before as a doctor and straight female" and I promised her in that moment that she would not now, not ever see mine. As if that wasn't bizarre enough, she proceeded to tell me that she wouldn't mind if I saw her naked. All I could think about was whether or not she was coming on to me when I know for a fact that she is still seeing Foster.
The longer she talked, though, the more comfortable I felt. The more natural things felt. Hell, by the end I was asking her to repeat herself. Something about her twists me at my very core. It's nice having a best friend. I wonder why I didn't do it sooner.
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Fanfiction[companion to medicine] ☤☤☤ compilation of some of harry's journal entries from intern year.
