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tbh ik nothing about being a doctor so this chapter is pretty rough around the edges xx


























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the cardinals and yankees have agreed to a trade that will send left-hander jordan montgomery to st

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the cardinals and yankees have agreed to a trade that will send left-hander jordan montgomery to st. louis in exchange for center fielder harrison bader, the teams announced.

"bader, huh?" justin asked blake, picking up a newspaper in the break room.

"i guess so," she shrugged, "i don't get it."

"the kid was an brutal menace in my days of playing little league ball with him. i doubt he's changed," he frowned, almost insulting him.

"isn't that good sometimes?" blake remarked.

these types of harmless sports quarrels happened regularly. some would say it was even how justin and blake would bond normally, since they were far past being normal with each other.

"speaking of bader, i'm pretty sure we're doing his foot surgery in a week or two here," justin exhaled, sitting back in his chair, "my dad used to operate on him all the time. i guess it's my turn now."

justin's father, finn meis was practically everyone's primary care physician who lived within a hour of distance. he stopped working a long time ago though, and put his trusty son in charge.

blake knew harrison grew up about 20 minutes from where the hospital was positioned. he was here last offseason spending time with some of the patients for the holidays. she didn't get to meet him, but he seemed like a good guy.

"yep," blake returned, smacking her lips together as her eyes found her iphone screen.

silence fell between the two. it wasn't irregular for it to be shared.

"where'd your girlfriend go?" justin finally inquired.

"ry?" blake responded. justin nodded.

"ryann's in the west tower, remember? you banished her away from me because i'm not allowed to talk on the job. unless it's to you, of course!" the girl fired sarcastically.

"you act like i run this place like a prison. it's not a prison. i run this place like a workplace. it's not a high school. it's not a bar. it's a hospital. we're supposed to be saving lives, not obsessing over morgan wallen."

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