Bella adjusted her scrubs as she walked into the hospital break room, still giggling from her coffee meeting with Lucas. Tracy had been too much, hinting at matchmaking and accidental run-ins, but Bella couldn’t deny that Lucas was... fascinating. Tracy, predictably, was already in the breakroom, sipping her tea like it was a royal affair. She spotted Bella and immediately broke into a grin. Ah, Bella, the star of the day! How was your shift? Did you happen to bump into anyone interesting in the halls? Bella groaned, dropping into a chair. “Please don’t start.” Tracy leaned forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. Come on, Bella. Don’t tell me you did not enjoy our new surgical resident’s charm. Admit it, Lucas has potential. Bella sighed, taking a sip of water. He’s... nice. And polite. But Tracy, I’m not....... “Interested? Sure you’re not.” Tracy waved her hand dismissively. But don’t you think Jason would want you to broaden your horizons a bit? At the mention of Jason, Be
Bella leaned against the counter in the staff lounge, her fingers were absentmindedly tracing the tip of her coffee cup. The buzz of hospital life carried on around her, but her thoughts were fixed on Jason. Watching him put on a brave face over the past few days had been both inspiring and heartbreaking. You’ve been staring into that coffee like it owes you answers, Tracy said, walking in with her signature bounce. Bella smirked but didn’t respond. Still worried about Jason? Tracy asked, sitting across from her and pulling out a granola bar. “Of course I am,” Bella admitted. He’s my best friend, Tracy. And now this surgery… Tracy unwrapped her snack with a flourish. He’s stubborn, but he’ll pull through. You know Jason, he’s the guy who jokes about IV needles just to make patients laugh. Bella chuckled softly. Yeah, that’s him. But it doesn’t mean he’s invincible. Tracy nodded, her usually playful expression turning serious. Well, if you are this worried, you should go
The faint beeping of the heart monitor was the first thing Jason registered as he stirred awake. His body felt heavy, and his throat dry, but the warmth of the room and the gentle talks outside made him feel safe. Blinking against the bright hospital light, he turned his head slightly, spotting Bella sitting by his bedside, her face so concentrated on the orange she was peeling. You are awake, she said softly, sighing in relief as she leaned closer. Barely, Jason replied, offering a weak smile. Though awake enough to catch you stealing my fruit. Bella laughed, handing him a peeled portion. You need to get your strength back, No jokes for now. The door swung open, revealing Tracy with two cups of coffee in hand. Look who’s back from the dead! she exclaimed, placing one cup on the bedside table before leaning in to ruffle Jason’s hair. Thanks for having faith in me, Jason joked, taking the orange slice Bella handed him. We have been your personal cheerleaders, Bella said, her tone
Jason adjusted the pillows behind him, groaning as the ache in his abdomen reminded him not to move too quickly. The faint smell of Bella’s lavender-scented diffuser filled the room, making the space feel warm and inviting. Do you need anything else? Vincent asked from the doorway, his tie slightly loosened after a long shift. Jason gave a crooked smile. Other than you in an apron serving me breakfast in bed? I’m good. Vincent rolled his eyes but walked over, setting a glass of water on the bedside table. “You are impossible.” Jason grabbed his hand before he could retreat. “But you like it.” His tone was teasing, but the smile he gave Vincent was softer, more genuine. Vincent’s lips twitched, but before he could respond, the sound of loud voices echoed from the living room. Jason! Why does it sound like a stampede? Vincent muttered. Jason groaned. “Oh no. That’s Nate.” --- Before Vincent could escape, Nate burst through the door, his arms filled with snacks and fl
Jason was lounging on the couch, his legs elevated, feeling surprisingly relaxed for someone who had just undergone surgery. The pain was still present but manageable, and with the support of his friends and family, the healing process was moving well. What made him feel even better was the presence of Vincent who was always there, always patient, always by his side. It was a strange feeling, but one he welcomed. After years of unspoken tension and frustration, things between them had finally shifted. The walls that Vincent had built around himself was crumbling, and Jason couldn't be happier. They were finally moving forward, and it felt like everything was falling into place. Jason's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He glanced over, his heart giving a little leap when he saw Bella and Tracy standing in the doorway, both carrying bags of takeout. “Guess who brought food for the world’s best patient?” Tracy said with a playful smile as she walked inside, followe
Jason was sprawled out on Bella’s couch watching TV, his legs raised up on a pillow as usual, this has been much of his life lately. Recovering at home was so much better than at the hospital, but he still felt a bit lonely and restless. Vincent was not around and Bella had left a note indicating that she's off to buy groceries they would use at Tracy's, leaving him alone to his thoughts. He smiled as he thought about Vincent. Their relationship had shifted so much in the past weeks. It was still surprising to think that Vincent Maloney, the man who once seemed so distant and cold, was now his boyfriend. The sound of a key turning in the lock pulled Jason back from his thoughts. He sat up, excited when Vincent stepped inside holding a bag in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. “Vincent?” Jason asked, his voice warm with surprise. “Hey,” Vincent said, his tone soft as he walked over. I thought you could need some company. Bella let me in. Jason smiled. “You broug
The morning went on lazily in Bella’s apartment. Jason sat on the couch with Vincent beside him, their hands occasionally brushing each other as they shared quiet smiles. The breakfast Bella brought earlier was on the coffee table, the pastries half-eaten. “You know,” Jason started, his voice light, “this place was so boring before you showed up.” Vincent raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure Bella would disagree.” “Bella loves me too much to ever think I’m boring.” Vincent smiled softly, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.” The sound of dishes clinking together in the kitchen caught their attention. Bella had stayed in the kitchen after breakfast, claiming she needed to clean up and “let the lovebirds breathe.” Jason leaned closer to Vincent, his voice low in a whisper. “Do you think she’s still mad about this morning?” Vincent gave him a small smile. “Mad? No. But I think she enjoys teasing you.” Jason groaned dramatically. “Great. Just what I thought, two people g
The evening breeze was cool as it drifted through the apartment, together with the sweet aroma of Bella’s cooking. Jason was balled up on the couch, flipping through a magazine he was reading, while Vincent sat next to him, scrolling through his phone. Bella roamed about in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared dinner.The peaceful atmosphere was disrupted when Bella’s voice called out from the kitchen.“Jason,” she began, her tone teasing, “what do you think about Lucas?”Jason froze mid-page, then slowly looked up toward the kitchen. “What do you mean?” “Why do you ask?”Bella poked her head out, raising an eyebrow. “You know what I mean. He was here earlier. He’s been coming around a lot lately.”Jason smirked, closing the magazine. “Why? Do you like him or something?”Bella scoffed, though her flushed cheeks gave her away. “I’m just saying he’s… nice.”Vincent looked between the two, clearly intrigued but staying silent.Jason chuckled, leaning back on the couch. “Nice, huh?
The tension between Jason and Vincent had been building for a while after the sleepover. It wasn’t just the usual distance between them anymore, it was something more palpable, something that seemed to hang in the air. Jason had always been able to joke around with Vincent, but now, every little interaction felt charged. It wasn’t just Vincent’s usual coldness anymore. It felt like he was pulling away in a way that Jason didn’t understand. And to make things even more complicated, Chris, a male colleague, had been around a lot more lately.Chris had always been friendly, a bit of a jokester, but recently, it felt like he was lingering a little too much at Jason’s station. He’d find an excuse to start a conversation, talking about things that didn’t really matter just to keep Jason engaged. But Jason started to notice that it wasn’t just idle chatter anymore. Chris would stand just a little too close, his voice a little softer, his glances a little longer than necessary.It was startin
The week had been dragging by, with Jason counting down the days until he could officially return to work. He had healed nicely, but the strain of staying away from the hospital and his little escapades in Vincent's office was wearing on him. When Bella and Tracy suggested a sleepover at Tracy's apartment to unwind, Jason rejoiced at the idea."I’ll bring the wine," Bella had declared, glancing at Jason with a knowing smirk."Count me in," Jason said. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, "And I’ll make sure Vincent comes too.""Good luck with that," Bella said, shaking her head.Jason took it as a challenge.Jason found Vincent in his office, going through some files on the shelf. His usual cold demeanor was firmly in place, but Jason had learned to read him better."Hey, Vinny," Jason said, leaning against the door as he locked it behind him.Vincent didn’t even look up. "Don’t call me that."Jason chuckled. "Come on, loosen up. There’s a sleepover at Tracy’s tomorrow night. You’
The hospital buzzed with its usual energy, but Bella felt out of sync. Her thoughts roaming like a storm, replaying the kiss yesterday with Lucas. She had not been able to focus all day, and Jason’s unusually lively aura since morning only made things worse. It was as if he knew something was up, though she hadn’t told him a thing.Carrying a stack of files into the break room, Bella hoped for a moment of peace. But as soon as she stepped inside, Tracy’s sharp eyes locked into her.“Bella,” Tracy greeted, her tone carrying an edge of mischief. She closed the magazine she’d been pretending to read and leaned forward. “You look...distracted.”Bella froze for a second before forcing a smile. “Just tired, that’s all.”Tracy arched an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Tired, huh? Does this have anything to do with Lucas?”Bella nearly dropped the files. “What? No! Why would you say that?”Tracy smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, come on. I’m not blind. The way he looked at you yesterday was s
Jason strolled out from the shower into the morning sun filled living room, his wet hair been dried off with a towel as he watched Bella laying on the couch with a steaming mug of coffee in her hands. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the faint aroma of breakfast pastries still lingering from their just concluded breakfast.Bella seemed lost in thought, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her mug. Jason sat down beside her, nudging her playfully with his shoulder.“Still thinking about Lucas?” he asked, his grin wide and teasing.Bella rolled her eyes, but her cheeks betrayed her with a slight blush. “You’re so impossible.”“I’m just saying,” Jason continued, leaning back with an exaggerated stretch. “The way you two were talking yesterday, I half-expected you to start planning your future kids’ names.”Bella glared at him, though there was no real hate behind it. “Lucas and I are just friends, Jason. You, of all people, should know that.”Jason smirked. “Sure, keep te
The evening breeze was cool as it drifted through the apartment, together with the sweet aroma of Bella’s cooking. Jason was balled up on the couch, flipping through a magazine he was reading, while Vincent sat next to him, scrolling through his phone. Bella roamed about in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared dinner.The peaceful atmosphere was disrupted when Bella’s voice called out from the kitchen.“Jason,” she began, her tone teasing, “what do you think about Lucas?”Jason froze mid-page, then slowly looked up toward the kitchen. “What do you mean?” “Why do you ask?”Bella poked her head out, raising an eyebrow. “You know what I mean. He was here earlier. He’s been coming around a lot lately.”Jason smirked, closing the magazine. “Why? Do you like him or something?”Bella scoffed, though her flushed cheeks gave her away. “I’m just saying he’s… nice.”Vincent looked between the two, clearly intrigued but staying silent.Jason chuckled, leaning back on the couch. “Nice, huh?
The morning went on lazily in Bella’s apartment. Jason sat on the couch with Vincent beside him, their hands occasionally brushing each other as they shared quiet smiles. The breakfast Bella brought earlier was on the coffee table, the pastries half-eaten. “You know,” Jason started, his voice light, “this place was so boring before you showed up.” Vincent raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure Bella would disagree.” “Bella loves me too much to ever think I’m boring.” Vincent smiled softly, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.” The sound of dishes clinking together in the kitchen caught their attention. Bella had stayed in the kitchen after breakfast, claiming she needed to clean up and “let the lovebirds breathe.” Jason leaned closer to Vincent, his voice low in a whisper. “Do you think she’s still mad about this morning?” Vincent gave him a small smile. “Mad? No. But I think she enjoys teasing you.” Jason groaned dramatically. “Great. Just what I thought, two people g
Jason was sprawled out on Bella’s couch watching TV, his legs raised up on a pillow as usual, this has been much of his life lately. Recovering at home was so much better than at the hospital, but he still felt a bit lonely and restless. Vincent was not around and Bella had left a note indicating that she's off to buy groceries they would use at Tracy's, leaving him alone to his thoughts. He smiled as he thought about Vincent. Their relationship had shifted so much in the past weeks. It was still surprising to think that Vincent Maloney, the man who once seemed so distant and cold, was now his boyfriend. The sound of a key turning in the lock pulled Jason back from his thoughts. He sat up, excited when Vincent stepped inside holding a bag in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. “Vincent?” Jason asked, his voice warm with surprise. “Hey,” Vincent said, his tone soft as he walked over. I thought you could need some company. Bella let me in. Jason smiled. “You broug
Jason was lounging on the couch, his legs elevated, feeling surprisingly relaxed for someone who had just undergone surgery. The pain was still present but manageable, and with the support of his friends and family, the healing process was moving well. What made him feel even better was the presence of Vincent who was always there, always patient, always by his side. It was a strange feeling, but one he welcomed. After years of unspoken tension and frustration, things between them had finally shifted. The walls that Vincent had built around himself was crumbling, and Jason couldn't be happier. They were finally moving forward, and it felt like everything was falling into place. Jason's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He glanced over, his heart giving a little leap when he saw Bella and Tracy standing in the doorway, both carrying bags of takeout. “Guess who brought food for the world’s best patient?” Tracy said with a playful smile as she walked inside, followe
Jason adjusted the pillows behind him, groaning as the ache in his abdomen reminded him not to move too quickly. The faint smell of Bella’s lavender-scented diffuser filled the room, making the space feel warm and inviting. Do you need anything else? Vincent asked from the doorway, his tie slightly loosened after a long shift. Jason gave a crooked smile. Other than you in an apron serving me breakfast in bed? I’m good. Vincent rolled his eyes but walked over, setting a glass of water on the bedside table. “You are impossible.” Jason grabbed his hand before he could retreat. “But you like it.” His tone was teasing, but the smile he gave Vincent was softer, more genuine. Vincent’s lips twitched, but before he could respond, the sound of loud voices echoed from the living room. Jason! Why does it sound like a stampede? Vincent muttered. Jason groaned. “Oh no. That’s Nate.” --- Before Vincent could escape, Nate burst through the door, his arms filled with snacks and fl