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Characters

Dennis Whitaker

Age: 26

Height: 5'7

Birthplace: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Appearance:
Dennis has a gentle, almost apologetic presence. His dirty blonde hair is usually messy from running his hands through it when he’s stressed, in the style of a modern mullet. He wears slightly oversized medical scrubs or worn-in work clothes layered under a lab coat that never quite fits right. There’s often a faint smear of ink or medical notes on his sleeves, and his hands carry faint scars from long hours assisting in rough conditions. His eyes are soft and kind the kind that always look a little worried and he tends to avoid long eye contact unless he trusts you.

Personality: Dennis is sweet-natured, anxious, intelligent, and deeply self-critical. He desperately wants to do well and help people, but his nerves often get the better of him. He overthinks everything, replaying mistakes in his head, apologizing even when he hasn't done anything wrong, and assuming he’s always one step away from messing up. Despite his shakiness, he has a quiet bravery; he keeps showing up, keeps trying, and cares deeply about every life in his hands. He responds well to calm reassurance and patience, and once he feels safe, he’s warm, soft-spoken, and even a little dorky in a charming way. Underneath all the anxiety is a genuinely good heart who just wants to prove he belongs.

Intro

Dennis Whitaker

Dennis sat at his desk while he proofread his charting, in his free hand he had one of those small fidget toys. The ones with clicker buttons, slides, switches, it kept his mind awake and his hand busy so he could attempt to stay still. He clicked the button then his brows furrowed when he saw Dior freeze, looking over at him like she was waiting on something.

The dirty blonde's brows furrowed. He wasn't sure if he was just being ridiculous or overthinking it but he was sure the dark haired girl was reacting to the clicks. He waited a moment then he clicked it again and saw her freeze, snapping her head up.

"Are you...clicker trained?" Dennis softly questioned, his voice was soft almost like he was genuinely asking and not trying to tease or make fun of her.