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"Frank-"
He doesn't bother to look up from his screen, trying to remember how to spell clindamycin while absently chewing on the cap of his pen; he knows Dennis will make him throw up the moment he starts to stand up. "Nope. Wasn't me. I didn't do it. I am being falsely accused. It's a set-up. You have no proof." He denies dryly, brows furrowing on concentration as he works, his second rebull of his shift sitting half drunk firmly with in arms reach.
He ignores the seemingly younger man's look of disapproval, which furthers into open disdain, his nose scrunching when he sniffs Frank's direction. Cocking his head, his voice turns smooth and silky, his humble farm boy act dropping quickly. "Why are you wet?"
"Uh? Oh, it's raining outside." Frank hums. "Does abscess have one 'b' or 'two'? Fuck I hate spelling."
Dennis takes a deep breath and pinches his nose before beginning. "Why do you smell like wet dog?"
"Robby."
Dennis stills at Frank's careless answer, the vampire's blue eyes going wide. "Robby?" The quiet, outraged disbelief in Dennis' tone is enough to finally make Frank look up, his blue eyes blinking slowly at the look on Dennis' face.
"There was a feed and drop in the park. Found her on my break. Robby helped me carry her in." Frank ignores Dennis' mounting horror as he lifts a now-dry arm up, sniffing at his scrub top before giving a hum and going back to work.
Dennis mutters something low and hot in a language Frank couldn't understand before he's lifting Frank out of his chair, like he's a child, ignoring Frank's squawk of embarrassment, the taller mortal scrambling to wrap his legs around Dennis' waist in surprise. Logically, he knew Dennis wouldn't drop him, but he was not going to take the chance. "What the fuck?"
"You are not running around all shift smelling like a wet dog, Frank." Dennis scrunches his face with a groan. "Now I'm going to have to change my scrubs."
"This is on you, you freak. You could have just asked me to shower."
"Which you would say when you have a free moment," Jesse calls out, Dennis' fellow coven member sharing a look with Dennis, who was ignoring Frank's protest, the man still in Dennis' arms, "and then you wouldn't find a moment all shift."
Frank can feel his face heat at Trinity's open cackle.
"Put me down, Dennis."
"No."
"You're not carrying me to the showers, just because I smell like-"
"Robby?"
"Wet dog?"
"Pretty sure those are the same things." Mel points out plainly with a little hum, referencing the bearded werewolf who was nowhere to be found. "For what it's worth, I don't smell anything, Doctor Langdon."
"Fine. Jesse."
"Sure."
"Wha-no! I can' wal-"
"Ssssshhhhhh." Jesse shushes Frank with a smirk, taking him from Dennis, who is sniffing his own scrubs with a resigned smell. "You told Dennis he can't carry you, never said anything about me. God, you stink. What did he do, roll on you?"
"Har har."
Dana and Robby walk in just in time to see Frank being carried by Jesse, blushing brightly, and Dennis trailing behind, muttering a series of old-world curses at the rain, Robby, and werewolves in general. "Jesse, stop. Put him down. Down. Release." Robby cracks's earning twin looks of amusement from the two vampires, walking over to the trio with his brows raised.
"I would ask what is going on, but I don't think I want to know."
"Apparently, I stink." Frank sighs from where he's still in Jesse's arms, bridal style. Robby raises a brow, and Trinity cackles. "Wet dog."
Robby looks at Dennis and Jesse now with an expression that exclaims how done the werewolf is with that explanation. "Seriously? He smells fine. If anything, we should be worried about how anaemic he's looking recently."
Frank hangs his head. "Can you set me down now?"
Jesse tightens his hold on one of the two Pitt crew's only mortals. The Pitt in general had a reputation for being overprotective of their mortals, but especially Frank, who had walked in as an MS3 with his adorable wide eyes and bouncing off the walls with too much energy, hair flopping in his face. Mel had come to them older, fresh from a rotation with VA, and had several years of self-defence training, something Frank definitely did not have.
"Excuse me?" Dennis demands stepping between Frank and his boss, a challenge written on his more delicate features. "We're not the ones who put him on the night shift for a month."
"I volunteered....O'Donnell was on..." Frank began and trailed off when Robby, Dennis, and Jesse glared at him.
"Last time I knew Dennis, the night shift didn't equal blood loss." The chief attending pushes back. "For fucks sake, Jesse, set him down. He's the colour of a beet."
"Too bad he doesn't smell like one," Perlah complained, the Djinn shrugging. "Listen, just because Langdon can't smell it, and you're use to things stinking living with Jack, doesn't mean the rest of us want to walk around all day with Frank smelling like wet dog."
Robby opens his mouth, and Dana steps in, the witch taking command in a now nonsense tone, even Dennis and Jesse centuries old knew not to mess with. "Frank, go shower, Jesse and Dennis, Frank is going to smell like a wet dog from time to time. Robby, Frank is always fucking pale. Now, can we get back to work?"
Frank showers, making sure to properly scrub down with hospital soap, washing his hair and everything before changing into his extra scrubs, planning on going back to his chair to finish his charting, only to be greeted by Jack, who was sopping wet and smirking.
"No."
"Hello, puppy."
"Nope."
Jack rises, and Frank's eyes widen in horror.
"You wouldn't."
He did, Jack pulling Frank into a tight hug, rubbing his cheek on the top of his head and his cheek, pulling back with a mischievous smile. "Princess texted me." His arms are still around Frank when the younger man shot her a look of pure betrayal.
"Why?"
"Eh, why not?"
"Damnit, Jack," Dennis yelled at the older man, and current situationship with exasperation. walking out of a patient's room with Frank once again smelling like wet dog, the werewolf biting the air playfully at the vampire in greeting.