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"And I think you're good to go, Mr Cain !"
My cheery voice cut through the heavy tension of the late hours in the ER.
The end of the day was usually the most intense part of a night shift. The day shift couldn't get to the bottom of the waiting list and was forced to send people back or to quickly treat those who waited all day long as their case was worsening. Transmissions, labs or angry patients were taken care of until the ER would be back to his usual state of overpacked but manageable around midnight.
The old man gives me a kind smile as I help him off the chair and explain to him what to do to treat his semi-deep cut.
"And no more gardening after 5 pm, alright ?
- I'll do my best Doctor. But I'll miss seeing your beautiful face, my love."
I laugh softly at his flirty words and signal to Princess that she can take him back to the waiting room with his family.
I sight. I'm fucking exhausted.
Like really fucking exhausted.
My whole body is arching and my back is screaming to me to take a fucking break. Since I arrived earlier, I haven't had the chance to stay at the same place for more than 3 minutes before I was called by everyone, everywhere. Tonight is rough and this shift is definitely not ending soon. It is only 1 am. I groan as I look at my watch.
I spot Dana in Central and make my way to her before dropping in a chair next to her desk in exhaustion.
" Since when are you working tonight, Dana ?
- Since I need someone to take my shift this Friday. It's my grand-daughter's birthday and I don't want to miss it for anything in the world."
I smile at her as she points at the pictures she taped to the desk.
"She seems like the sweetest girl ever. You do deserve a break though. I can't even remember a time when I didn't saw you at the beginning of my shift.
- Thank you baby."
Her motherly smile paired with her glasses on the top of her nose warm my heart and distract me a bit from my exhausted body.
"Tonight is fucking harder than usual. It hadn't happened since like forever what the actual fuck is going on with this city ?
- You'll learn to take this shit like any other shift as you grow old like me. Speaking of shit, Trauma 2, they need you."
I groan as I stand up and give her a pointed look.
"And you're not old." I tell her over my shoulder as I enter in the battle field.
Beeping sound, people and blood are everywhere. I take a deep breath.
Showtime, baby.
"Okay, so what do we got ?"
I put on a blouse and gloves and come closer to the patient as I make my way in between the nurses and interns talking over one another.
"28-year-old female, approximately 32 weeks pregnant, brought in by EMS following a high-speed motor vehicle collision. She was the restrained driver. Significant front-end damage reported, airbags deployed."
I move quickly to assess responsiveness and don't waste time shouting my orders.
"She’s hypotensive and tachycardic. Get her on monitors, two large-bore IVs now. Start fluids. Trauma labs and OB page immediately.”
My brain completely switch on as adrenaline feels my veins. My whole body morph into this hyper-vigilante machine that I trained and perfected during years and years of medical school. My hands move on their on as I teach and treat our patient and soon everyone starts breathing again as the patient becomes stable.
"Let’s get a FAST exam, trauma labs, and type and cross started now. Keep her on fluids and page OB again, good job everyone”.
I exit the room, throwing my bloodied blouse in the nearby can trash. Fuck that was good.
This adrenaline was something I always craved in medical school. Coming from a family where my academic success was the center of my parents lives, Med school was something that was assigned to me very early. Since kindergarten, my dream job had always been to "be a doctor" and soon my whole life revolved around that goal. Grades, assignments, teacher's notes and recommendations, extra curriculum activities and more : I was the perfect student and the perfect kid for my hard-working parents. I felt like it was my job to be someone they could be proud of.
I got into medical school but soon I realized I was slowly loosing myself. I had lost all the sparks and not only did I became average in a school where being the top-student was the minimum but I was also pushed by my parents to choose a very secured speciality that could allow me to have a nice pay and some advantageous hours so I could have a normal family. On the paper that was probably the best I could have chosen but my few weeks at the Pitt made me fall in love with the ER. I never left it since. And here I was, at 29 years-old working night shift so I could have a day of rest alone in my appartement with a glass of wine.
Maybe I should have listened to my parents.
As I'm approaching the room of one of my patients, my eyes caught on something. Or should I say someone.
Fire and goosebumps spread on my skin as my eyes meet the one I thought I would never have to work again with.
Jack Abbot.
He was entering the Pitt like usual : like everywhere he ever stepped was entitled to him. And, I mean, it was, in some kind of way, given all his hard work and impressive career path. But the only place, he wasn't welcome anymore was in my head or even my heart.
And definitely not my body.
My breath stopped for a minute as his eyes meet mine. First, I found in his green eyes surprise and shock but then the sour realization that I was indeed here adding to something I couldn't put my finger on. I didn't wait to see if this new expression was either disgust or hatred as I walk quickly to check on one of my patient.
What the actual fuck was he doing here ?
The words were adding to the loop of thoughts that were bubbling inside my fuming brain. It couldn't be possible. I choose this shift especially so I didn't have to see him, or anyone from dayshift honestly. He wasn't supposed to be working for another three days and that's where I asked to work until my rest days.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
As I order a few more tests for my patient, I take a deep breath. In. And out. You can do this. I'm a grown woman who can be professional. No need to freak o-
" Heads up, everybody — highway pileup in the storm. EMS is reporting multiple critical traumas. Clear the bays and prep for overflow.”
Nice. Did God really wanted to punish me tonight ? I might have to be bath in holy wa-
"Doctor Hayes."
I startle before my whole body stills as I hear my name on his lips. I turn around and here he is, in all his glory. He is much closer than I would have anticipated but my pride can't let me act like he makes me nervous. Which he does not.
Right ?
His black T-shirt is stretching on his broad chest, his arms behind his back making them flex in a very subtle way I could have only pick on if only I hadn't spent nights and nights gripping them as he thrust deeper inside me.
His salt and pepper hair were brushing against my neck as he placed kissed on my collarbone. One of my leg hiked up and curling around his hip and my hand gripping his biceps as he thrust into me like a madman. His dirty words and sticky confessions were making me loose my mind as he explored my body in all the way he wanted.
"You look so good, baby. Such a good girl for me. Tell me what do you want from me. Tell me what you need.
- Fuck Jack. Please-
- Please what, love ? Huh ? Use your words for me."
His eyes were glued to mine, like a magnet. They never leaved me as his kisses started getting lower and lower until his mouth was meeting my right breast. His tongue darted out to poke my hardened nipple. I moan breathlessly at the sensation. That was too much and yet I needed so much more from him. He, then, layed his tongue flat against my breast before taking it entirely in his mouth. My back arched off his bed pressing my chest against his wicked mouth. I could feel his smile on my wet skin as he let go of my breast in a wet pop denying me what my body was craving the most.
Asshole.
" I told you to use your words.
- More. I need more. Please Jack.." I choke out the words as I press my heel on his lower back making him sink deeper inside me.
My eyes rolls back and we both let out a heavy moan. His teasing self quickly disappears replaced by raw desire as his thrusts became more powerful and quicker as moans escaped from both our mouths as his touch was turning my brain into mush.
I gulp hard.
"Doctor Abbot.
- I was calling you for a good minute. You didn't hear me.
- Clearly I didn't."
I internally wince at my response. It sounded snarky, even to my own ears but I can't let him see how he is affecting me. Still affecting me.
He let out a light chuckle as his tongue poke his cheek. Good Lord, the gods are definitely testing me.
" Feisty. I like it. I always like it." He step a step closer until I can feel the heat radiating from him, spreading goosebumps all over me and making heat rushing to my core. "But let's try to keep things professional. Can you do that for me ?"
His voice was deeper and breathier. I couldn't tell if that was the effect I had on him or that was because I was getting on his nerves by being here. He was too close to me. I could smell his body wash and taste the minty taste of his mouth. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all.
"You lost the right do ask me those kind of things a long time ago, Dr Abbot." I snap at him.
I take a step back and turn around just in time for the arrival of the first victim of the highway pileup still hot and bothered by this interaction.
Get a fucking grip.