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5:58 AM
A knock at your door. Then another. Then another.
"Come in!" you exclaim as the door pushes open and a familiar face greets you. Trinity Santos.
It has now been two years since you moved into your new apartment with Trinity and Dennis. They offered you the couch in their old place when your shitty landlord evicted you three months into your fourth year of medical school. A couple months later, when they confirmed you were a functioning human being and not someone who will ruin their life in the future, the three of you found a new place, thankfully, with three rooms. The upgrade from the couch to a bed was truly magical.
"If you need a lift today I'm leaving in approximately...three seconds." Trinity states while peering down at her imaginary watch.
You quickly rise from your desk, signalling to her you will be taking up her offer and follow her out of the apartment.
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The journey to the Emergency Department is long - about 45 minutes to be exact. During that time you discuss mindless topics: dinner last night, recent news, the show you're watching etc.
Until Trinity brings up him.
"Oh apparently Abbot is covering Robby today. Dennis mentioned something about it, but I wasn't really listening to him."
You both giggled at that final comment, but you couldn't help but dwell on the first part. Abbot.
He was the main attending on the night shift, a veteran, and your long term work crush. He was also double your age.
"Abbot?" You question trying to hide your feelings of excitement and nerves.
"Yeah, like night shift Abbot. You know, 5'10, greying hair, loves getting shot at"
"Thank you Trinity, I do know. who Abbot is, I was just.." you search for a word, any word "curious"
Trinity periodically turns to you, giving a strange look, but for once, doesn't push anything.
The journey continues on in a comfortable quiet.
12:35 PM
The first 5 hours of the shift have been relatively normal, the morning rush from assisted living, lots of minor injuries, a girl with a fork through the hand, and avoiding Jack Abbot as much as you can.
So far so good. You haven't seen him since the morning rotation, where you spent more of it gawking at the circumference of his arms rather than the patients, but you don't think anyone noticed.
Your current patient is an older lady who has some pretty gnarly burns across her leg that you've spent the last god knows how long debriding.
"I-is my leg okay?" the patient questions, staring desperately at the tweezers in your hand.
You go to respond but you're interrupted by a rough, gravelly voice.
"What do we have going on here?"
Your heart skips a beat.
'focus' you think to yourself. You know exactly who it belongs to and as you turn on your stool it is confirmed to you.
Stood perfectly in the door way. It's him. The temporary attending that you had spent a chunk of the shift avoiding. His big arms fight to cross over his broad chest while his hazel eyes dart from the patient, the burn. Then to you.
Your cheeks heat up at the eye contact - selling all your secrets to the world.
You stumble out something that sounds vaguely like 'burns from a dropped kettle, partial thickness.'
He pulls a stool next to you to take a closer look at the patient. You can feel his presence as he leans over the burnt leg, lightly touching the area around it.
"Does this hurt?" he questions the patient with a soft voice that drifts through you, sending goosebumps across your body.
You're knocked out of your daze by the feeling of a warm arm graze you. "You got this?" he asks in the same voice, almost melting you to the ground.
You nod as he walks out of the room. Feeling the loss of his presence immediately.
"He‘s a nice piece of meat" the older lady says, winking in your direction.
You laugh dismissively at her "he‘s my attending for the day"
"Make the most of that then" she emphasises, wiggling her eyebrows.
God how you wish you could.
It‘s been your dream for years now. The thought of pulling your hands through his salt and pepper curls, then tracing them down his hard body. Getting to know every muscle, freckle, hair. All the way down to his —
You need to stop. You‘re at work and daydreaming about sex with your attending is definitely not appropriate.
You smile at the patient. Ending the conversation and turning back to tediously debriding the burn.
This is going to be a long day.