⠀ׄ⠀　𓈒𓈒🐞 ᩙ ׅ ( the pitt dr )　⠀Her phone buzzed. Frank: Alive? Maggie: unfortunately Three dots appeared immediately. Frank: devastating Maggie: how will you recover Frank: dinner with you maybe She stared. He really had no shame. Maggie: absolutely not Frank: coffee? Maggie: no Frank: lunch Maggie: frank Frank: just checking the options Maggie laughed quietly and sat on the edge of her couch. The room felt very still after the bar—her head was warm from alcohol, body heavy with exhaustion. She should sleep. Instead: Maggie: maybe coffee Frank: knew you liked me Maggie: goodnight Frank: night mean almost nurse She put the phone facedown. Picked it up again; no new message (stupidly disappointing). Then another buzz. Frank: seriously though congrats on finishing. you’re going to be good at it Maggie: thank you Maggie: you might be an okay doctor someday too Frank: wow. printing this Maggie: drunk testimony isn’t admissible Frank: you’re drunk? Maggie: slightly Frank: explains why you agreed to coffee She smiled. Maggie: offer revoked Frank: goodnight maggie A pause. Frank: keep the scarf Maggie looked down at it. Maybe Frank was exactly what he looked like—sweet, messy, too charming. A man who would say something beautiful because he liked the reaction it gave him. There was no empty space in her life waiting for Frank Langdon and that should have been comforting. Instead Maggie sat alone in her living room at three in the morning, wearing a stranger’s scarf and smiling down at her phone like an idiot. And it should should be the end of it—a bar, a number, a coffee they might or might not actually get. A charming man Maggie would eventually recognize as exactly the sort of distraction she had promised herself she did not need. Instead, years later, there would be a blue plastic bracelet around Frank’s wrist and a pink one around hers. His wedding ring would still stubbornly stay on his finger despite Maggie’s lectures. There would be a five-year-old sleeping upstairs and another baby turning beneath Maggie’s ribs. Her phone buzzed once more. Frank: one last thing Maggie: oh my god what Frank: i really did mean it Maggie: mean what A pause. Frank: that i like you Maggie: you don’t know me Frank: not yet Maggie read it twice but didn’t answer. Not because she disliked it but because she liked it too much. She put her phone on the coffee table, turned off the lamp and headed toward bed with Frank’s scarf still around her neck. She would return it. Eventually. (probably) And if she didn’t? Well—Frank Langdon would just have to stick around long enough to ask for it back. 　⠀cc. sweetlydevoted 　⠀spc. alicentscenes, gayz0mbi3 & mine #thepitt #franklangdon #fyp #patrickball #shifting shifting shifting edit shifting content shifting realities reality shifting reality shifter the pitt dr the pitt desired reality the pitt shifting shifting the multiverse anti shifters dni - @shiftingwithcamille