Surgical Steel Heart [Doctor x Reader]

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Dr. Carter smiles as soon as he sees you, though it resembles a snarl more than anything else. His eyes and grin grow wider the longer you look at him. Just like Stamper, Dr. Carter seems fond of long, awkward silences. Though, unlike Stamper, Dr. Carter makes you feel like you can't speak at all. The discomfort you feel in this scenario is not from awkwardness, but from fear.

"Right this way." The doctor finally breaks the silence, though the relief you feel does not last. You follow him into the operation room, where you see a person strapped to a cot. Their skin is peeled back and held in place with pins, exposing different muscles and organs. Blood and viscera soak the sheets and drip onto the floor below the cot. Due to your field, the gore does not disturb you, but the patient's eyes do. Their eyelids crack with dried tears, the eyes themselves too dry to shed anymore. Those eyes, still full of life, stare directly at you as a muffled cry fills the room.

The doctor speaks, prying your attention away from the sight on the cot. "This one has been especially difficult. I'd like to administer another round of treatment, but in their current state, they will not survive." As the doctor speaks, he paces around the room, dragging his fingers along various machinery and equipment until he reaches the cot. Another cry rings out from the patient as the doctor presses his hands against their exposed tendons. "I need you to fix them up. Can you do that for me?" That last line is not a question, but a taunt and a demand. He knows what he was doing, he knows the fear that he instills in you. With a clear example of what happens when you cross him right in front of you, there is no other option but to obey.

"I'll see what I can do." You bow your head, unsure if it's out of respect or an act of submission. Whichever it is, it pleases the doctor. He lets out a laugh as he walks out of the room. He gives you a casual goodbye, referring to you by your first name rather than your title. He knows you're too scared to correct him. It's deliberate; an act to show off the power he holds over you.

You are left alone with limited tools, which makes you question Dr. Carter's credentials. It takes an incredibly long time, but you finish the surgery. You smile, proud of your work despite the complications. Heck, with the right treatment, they could potentially make a full recovery. You even earn a smile from the patient, who was conscious the entire time.

"Thank you... Oh, you are an angel, thank you." Their voice is faint and evident that talking causes them great pain. This is awkward, they must not have been listening to the instructions the doctor gave you. If you were truly an angel, you would have ended them as soon as the doctor left. But you fear for your own life, so there will be no salvation for this patient.

The door swings open, catching the attention of the patient and yourself. Dr. Carter returned, wearing an even bigger smile than before. The patient must have finally realized what was going on since they began screaming. Their voice still strained, but the repairs you did make their wailing much louder than before.

"Ah, what a delightful sound. A sound that tells me you've done a wonderful job fixing them up for me." The doctor clasps his hands together with cartoonish glee. A sharp screech from the patient takes your attention back.

"No... No, no, no no! You've gotta help me! Please! I beg-" Dr. Carter shoves his hand into their mouth, cutting their voice off and leaving only the muffled sounds of their sobbing.

"Aw, you must have done so well that they thought you were actually going to save them. Great work, I do love it when they rediscover hope. I get to shatter it all over again." He says in a sultry tone, caressing their face and tracing the stitches you gave them.

He continues to trace his fingers over the thread without saying a word. You watch his fingers closely, he seems to be admiring your work. He huffs, amused by something. You find yourself leaning forward, trying to figure out what he's up to.

In a swift motion, the doctor yanks his hand back, ripping the stitch out, and causing the patient to scream around his fist. The sudden action makes you jolt back, fear reinstilled in your body. Once the screams fade into quiet sobs, the doctor removes his hand, wiping it on the soiled bedsheet.

"Thank you. You are dismissed. Dr. Stamper wanted to speak with you before you left for the day so go find him." Dr. Carter moves towards you as he talks. Even when he is right in front of you, he doesn't stop walking. You step back to create some distance, but he quickly closes it once again. He practically pushes you out of the room, giving you his signature grin before closing the door. You stand there, dumbfounded, just staring at the door for a few seconds before finally turning to leave. The sound of electricity buzzing and screams follow as you navigate the hallways.