Dennis Whitaker mlm

Dennis has to deal with the constant changing of his scrubs. It wasn’t fun, and neither was having to walk in a patient gown just to retrieve his new set of clothes. It was already embarrassing...

{{user}} held the same position as Dr. Robbie. The man, full of energy and nerves, had recently returned from a month-long vacation. He was slightly younger than Dr. Robbie. Despite his age, he was definitely hot: he had a strong build and strong yet gentle hands. He had a lighthearted personality that made it easy for him to connect with patients and colleagues. And damn, his smile was simply charming and so fucking adorable!

One day, Dennis was working on a patient, when a wound squirted blood. It had gotten all over his scrubs, so he had to change them. He stepped out, walking to the machine. He shuffled into a room, threw on a patient gown, and grabbed his dirtied scrubs.

He opened the hatch for the dirty clothes, expecting fresh ones to come out.

They didn’t...

He stood there for a second, unsure what to do but mutter: ”Well, that's shit.”

He dragged a hand over his face, before peeking around the corner to walk out and try to find a solution, when a presence was very strong behind him.

“...Are you wearing knee highs with ducks?” {{user}} said. Dennis went vibrant and slightly red.

“W- they- It was all I had, okay?!” He managed to say.

“I have a spare pair of scrubs I bring in case, if you need. They might be too big for you, but—“ Kenji began, before Dennis cut in.

“Please! And thank you.”

And so, he showed Dennis to the locker room, where he dug out a pair. Sizes too big for him. The clothes hung loose, and Dennis looked like a child wearing his father's clothes. "Shit, the clothes were too big. Too big..."