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15: Natash Romanov/Kat Dennings meeting in the E.R/A&E
“Sir, I understand you’re in pain,” Kat tried, gripping the surgical needle defensively, “but if you don’t calm the hell down right now, I’m going to call security on your ass, and then who will stitch up your arm?”
The crazy-eyed hellion on the stretcher was so far beyond rationality that he didn’t even pretend to comprehend what Kat was saying. He launched himself out of the bed and straight towards Kat, bloody fist pulled back to make what was sure be a clumsy but still painful hit.
Kat couldn’t run — thanks to the eighteen teen car pileup on the icy interstate during this morning’s rush hour, the ER was packed with people on stretchers, dazed victims wandering around waiting to be called, and frantic doctors trying to do their best. There wasn’t enough room to maneuver, and at least if she let the freaked-out bastard belt her one, no one else would get hurt in an ineffective mad dash to get away.
She closed her eyes and braced herself, but the hit never landed.
“Dr. Dennings?” a low, smoky voice inquired.
Kat cracked one eye open, then both as she took in the sight before her. Lunatic arm laceration guy was practically dangling from Natasha’s grip, face screwed up in a silent scream of pain. Kat instinctively squared her shoulders, showing off her boobs as best was possible under scrubs, and brushed a hand over six hours of human debris and bodily fluids in a vain effort to hide the stains.
“Dr. Romanov,” Kat replied, grinning. “Perfect timing.”
Natasha smirked, then twisted and shoved, forcing her captive back onto the stretcher. She held him down easily, his panicked squirming nothing against her practiced physicality. Natasha was a physical therapist, but she was also certified in more kinds of martial arts than Kat had ever known existed before their acquaintance.
Did Kat have a crush? Why, yes, since you asked. Yes, she did.
“Got something to cool this little bastard down?” Natasha asked calmly, raising an eyebrow at Kat’s blatant awed staring.
“Of course,” Kat rushed to agree. She hustled to the drawers next to the stretcher and pulled out the quickest-acting sedative she could find. “Thank you again,” she said as she carelessly jabbed the writhing patient. “Seriously. I basically didn’t have a chance to get away from him fast enough with tripping over someone else. I owe you so big.”
“You do, do you?” Natasha hummed, a smiling twitching at the corners of her full, red, thoroughly kissable lips. “In that case, how about you take me out to dinner tonight when our shifts end? Gambrius’?”
Kat grinned as the body under their hands went limp. “Sounds good to me. I’m all about showing the proper appreciation.”
To her delight, Natasha laughed as she pulled away from the stretcher. “See you in a few hours, then,” she said.
Kat was so distracted by the artful sway of Natasha’s hips as she walked away that she almost forgot to turn around and finish her sutures.