Boyfriend Privilege (Sam YU AU FF)

By Chance

Honk!

What the hell!, was what Sam was about to yell at the fancy sports car passing to his right. The sun had come out in all its glory after a light drizzle that morning. He was walking home from his Sunday lunch, wearing a beige coat over a black and white striped T-shirt. He turned his head to the now halted car with the driver's window down.

"Hey! Look at behind you, that's one big rainbow!" A young man with a black sunglasses was exclaiming, his head sticking out the window while pointing at the sky behind Sam. His smile could capture joy, Sam thought.

 Sam turned his head despite the suspicion that he might got pranked but there it was, a large one with its colours spread out from behind a tall tower, arcing through faraway trees. The view was breathtaking from the point at which Sam was standing on, a steeper part of the city built on a levelled hill. Sam thought it was too contrasting to the city of fine dusts but his eyes were still full of the magnificent living lights.

Sam pulled out his hand from his coat's pocket and turn his head again, only to see the back of the car, already far ahead the empty road. He smiled as he turned his head back towards the rainbow.

Well that was interesting.

1 year later.

Sam took off his white coat, placing it on a hook of the coat stand near his desk. He flumped his back onto the chair, finally freed of the sounds of whimpering, groaning and screeching wheels of trolleys from levels below. He glanced at the watch on his wrist realising he had missed lunch again that day. He closed his eyes, the rumbling of his stomach couldn't rival the heaviness on his lids.

Beep beep beep.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to acknowledge the high pitched beeps coming from his belt.

Beep beep beep.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Sam harshly took out the pager from his waist and jumped on his feet. Wearing the coat he just took off a minute ago, he rushed his steps towards the operating room.

Done scrubbing his hands and arms, he put on the gloves and went in the operating theatre.

"Loss your way in your big office?" Sam curled his lips at the sarcastic tone from his friend.

"Shut up Ray. Brief me." He stood there with his hands up, letting the nurse help him put on the one-use surgical gowns and hats. He frowned over the somewhat lack of personnel in the room.

"Male, head trauma. Been trying to stop the bleeding but no luck. Possible internal bleeding too from the sight of it."

"You kinda suck at briefing, why don't you let Ms. Ling here do her job." Sam made his way to the centre as Ms. Ling brief him, properly this time. His eyes went over the body lying on the bed, his face was painted red, his light blue shirt was no longer that colour.

"An accident? What happened to the ER surgeons? On a break?" Sam asked as he stepped back to take a look at the record from the on-site team.

"They brought him back to life but I guess didn't have enough guts to handle his head. You know, it's kinda gory looking here."

"And they're focusing on some big shot in the OR. I'm surprised they didn't call you too." Ray added. Sam sneered, he knew something must've happened seeing that there were less nurses and doctors in there. Usually, a brain surgery would attract more people, from the junior residents to the higher ups.

"You sure took your sweet time on the monitor there, come help me before this kid go meet his creator, for real this time." Ray was done administering general anaesthetic and had to help the nurses prepare for the surgery as well.

Sam stepped closer to the surgical table, watching as the then blood covered face was clearing up from the nurses help, ignoring his friend who apparently works better with his mouth running. His eyes went round.

T-This kid..

He snapped out of his shock in seconds, he can feel his heartbeat rising.

Am I feeling nervous? Me?

"Ms. Ling."

"Pulse 50, BP 180/100, intubated on the field, GCS 6T. Pupils fixed and dilated."

"1mg/kg mannitol, get me a head CT stat. CBC, chemistries, Type and cross for 6 units FFP and blood, 14 packs platelets on call to OR."

"This is bad but doable. His family?" Sam frowned at the conclusion he made from the CT scan results. It is barely doable.

"They can't be reached. No history known yet." Ms. Ling informed.

"Let's start. You can go away Ray." Sam said as he extended his palm for a cranial drill.

"Nah, I'm bored. I'll at least have a story to tell if you happen to fuck this up."

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It took Sam almost three hours to finish the surgery and another two of monitoring the junior residents stitched and cleaned up his other cuts and wounds.

He thanked the OR nurses and threw the blood soaked gloves and gowns into the yellow bin outside the OR. Before going for a quick shower, he stopped by the nurse's desk to pick up his phone and stared blankly at the unsigned form.

"We couldn't find any contact information on him. We'll let the police handle it after he wakes up."

IF he wakes up.