"Didn't I tell you when we first met? I don't give up, Jimin. And I won't start now." You firmly stated.
Jimin just sat there a small hint of hope erupts in his heart.
Maybe. Just maybe.
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"Come on, our date awaits." You stretched your hand towa...
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N I N E
It's been a week since the hospital has gone through the very spoken tragedy. As soon as people heard of it, it was all over the news. News reporters stormed the hospital and gathered as much information as they could before the police came and forced them out of the hospital grounds.
The nurses and surgeons keep a watchful eye on every corner they turn, in fear they might encounter a man or woman with a weapon.
They didn't feel safe, and it was getting to the best of them. Continuous crashing against one another increasingly amounts of panic and anxiety attacks...it was just horrible. But everyone was going through therapy. Every doctor or nurse must be cleared by Dr. Stark, a trauma counselor.
And he sure as hell was giving the chief a hard time.
"No! I don't care if I haven't been cleared, she needs surgery and she needs it now. I'll be damned if she gets transferred from here." McKean slammed both of her hands as she stood up from her leather chair, "She's getting the surgery, and I'm doing it. I'll deal with the consequences later."
"There won't be consequences if you just follow the rules-"
"The greatest surgeon of the 21st century was shot in the chest, I got the bullet out and fixed the most I could before I was pulled away from surgery. The pulmonary artery was in shreds and still is, I need to go and fix it. After that, I have another surgery scheduled two hours after, a scientific discovery if you would like me to be precise." McKean was gritting her teeth, eyes watering.
"Sign the goddamn paper Stark, or so help me god, I will refuse to do a surgical procedure whenever you need it." Shoving the paper towards the man, McKean stood straight up and crossed her arms.
"No." The man says, cold and hard.
McKean drops her head and sighs, "You leave me no choice." Sitting down she shuffled through her paper and brought out a thick book, "In any case of a traumatic occurrence, the trauma counselor OR CHIEF OF SURGERY can or will authorize the decision whether a surgeon can continue fulfilling their surgical inquiries."
Closing the book, McKean grinned as she grabbed the paper and placed her signature in the box. "Good day to you, I'll be busy with two surgeries." She flew across the room and opened the door.
Smirking at the shocked man the Chief of Surgery turned around, "Try not to bother me." Taking her to leave she strolled through the halls and took the stairs towards the third story. Seventh door to the right.
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"Baby I'm going to be fine, it's just surgery."
Your facial expression dropped, looking at him with an expressionless facade, "you did not just tell a fully trained fourth-year resident surgeon 'it's just surgery'." Jimin's smile grew wider and wider as you continued to rant about the fact that you knew how his surgery was going to go.
