𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚? - [𝘿𝙧. 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚]

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I tapped my foot along to the song, Another One Bites the Dust, by Queen. "scalpel." I said out loud to one of the nurses near me who immediately handed me the scalpel that landed in my hand.

I made an incision on the back of the head where a bullet skimmed the inside of the skull. Within 10 minutes I pulled out the bullet and started to stitch the person up.

"James, do you know when the very first song of Queen was released?" I questioned him while taking off my gloves and checking around the area as the nurse stitched him up.

"The very first song released was released in 1974, am I wrong?" i looked at him in the eyes.

"Im sorry Doctor Sage, I don't, is it 1990? I can search up to see if you are right?" He asked while pulling out his phone.

"No need to, I already know I'm right but go ahead." I stated back while looking at the man's heartbeat in front of me.

"Doctor Sage, you were right." James replied while picking up my work station and clicking past a song I don't like.

"I knew it." I replied and left to scrub my hands as I dismissed the anesthesiologist  and the supervisors in the room. I grabbed a soap bar and scrubbed my hands throughly before drying them off and walking out.

I spotted Dr. Stephen walking alongside with nurse Christine. I rolled my eyes as I walked by, and he just gave me a dirty look back. "Man whore." I whispered underneath my breath and he darted his eyes back at me, and walking towards me.

"Don't you ever, roll your eyes at me, offend me, or do anything that inquires something for you to show disrespect to me. I can't get you fired in an instant, don't try me" he said to my while backing away and smirking at me.

"I'll see you at the meeting tonight then? Upstate? See you then." He said to me before walking away and continuing on as if nothing happened.

Sam ran up to me, "Clea, look at these scans." He said franticly before handing me the tablet. I looked through and I saw it. "Get him into operation room 4, now he's dying quick." I said while running down the halls. "Don't walk, run!" I yelled back to Sam. A soon to be organ donater has gotten into a fire and glass landed im the perfect spot in his brain to only see from a specific angle.

"He's dying let me take him." I said to Doctor Ryan. "Let me assist you in this." He said while speeding up behind me. "I'm okay with Sam helping me, but thank you." I said with him scoffing behind me. I ran into the OR and Ryan followed behind from me. He stood on the corner of the room while I started.

I sawed a piece of the skull off then-, "Ryan cover your watch." I spoke out loud for him to hear, the ticking was driving me insane. It was a selective spot in the brain to where if I messed anything up everything would go wrong. Within 5 minutes I had the shards removed and he was ready to be stitched up.

I over walked to the nurses station and looked through the current files of the hospital after the emergency procedures. "Boring, easy, he can do it, whatever" I said each time looking through each file before one caught my eye. "Eh, still pretty boring. Sam send me anything that comes through tonight I'll be here tomorrow morning." I said to him while he gave me a thumbs up.

"Sam would you like to join me tonight at a meeting upstate?" I asked him will placing down the files. "What's the point of even going now, you always made it about yourself." He said looking at me straight in the eyes. "It looked like you always had fun though!" I insisted. "I only appeared to look like I had fun, to make you happy." He said darting his eyes away.

I looked at sam to see him looking at Doctor Mary at the other side of the nurses station. "Do you have anything with her?" I asked him while he gave me the side eye. "Don't do that." I said to him. "No, i have a strict rule of not dating co-workers." He said while taking the files out my hands and placing them on the counter. "How about we break that rule? Hmm?" I asked him. He just smirked at me, "Go now, I'll see you tomorrow morning." He said making me frustrated.

I walked to the conference room where I had one more meeting before I could leave.

"Ah! Doctor Sage, come on in." The president said while I sat down on his right side. "Your surgeries have been in the 97th percentile. You are #2 within the state. Me and the staff members here are very proud of you. We would like to offer you a 5-year-residency here with us at New York General." He stated with nodding heads around the room. My eyes landed on one person who wasn't clapping but smirking.

Fucking Doctor Stephen Strange

"And who is number one?" I asked, but I had a strong feeling I knew who it was. "It is me I do say so myself. I am dismissing myself from this meeting. Congrats Clea." He said with his poison dripping tongue. I watched as he left the room and slammed the door behind him. "Thank you for the offer, I will accept it." I said with a curt nod and dismissing myself from the conversation without them telling me to.

I strutted through the halls to the locker room. I removed my undergarments consisting of scrubs and my coat. I was wearing jeans and a blouse walking out of the building which is what I arrived in today.

I walked down into the parking garage to get into my red Lamborghini. The engine roared as i started it up and rolled out of the building.

Within 10 minutes I was up on the 75th floor at my penthouse. I walked in and took a shower, washing my blonde hair. I got out of the shower and stepped into my silk robe.

My hairstylist and makeup artist already arrived to get me ready. The hairstylist blow dried my hair, and then curled into into nice bouncy curls. The makeup artists did a winged eyeliner look with a gold eyeshadow look to go with it. Once they finished i paid them and they left with a smile.

I stepped into a red velvet dress, with a slit in the leg.  I zipped it up, got gold heels on, and i headed to the top of the building where the helicopter pad was. I clutched onto my black leather jacket, and my black clutch, and walked into my helicopter. I offered to bring Stephen in my helicopter but he refused, shocker. 

"We will be in upstate New York within 30 minutes." The man on the intercom said before I fasted my seatbelt and took a flute of champagne to start off the night. I gazed out the window about 10 minutes in and something felt off.

I was looking through my emails, and just scrolling through my phone. The plane started drifting into the side of the mountain at a uncontrollable pace. The co-pilot handed me a oxygen mask. I took it and started it breathe at a rapid pace. I closed my eyes to embrace the impact but nothing came.

"Pilot?!" I shouted but then to my least expectancy, the helicopter blew up. I couldn't describe the next minutes of my life. I was blown out of the helicopter and landed on the ground, no more than 10 feet. My head ached and I could feel blood drip down my face. I tried to push myself up but nothing came.

I couldn't seem to keep my eyes open. I heard the paramedics come and shout my name but I couldn't seem to listen. "Doctor Sage! I need you to listen to me. We will be giving you" the voices cut out.

I woke up once more in the emergency room, but this time I could focus more. I felt my left eye swollen up, spit dripping onto my chin, and my hair caked in blood. Before I could close my eyes they put me under.

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PUBLISHED 1/21/22