Hearts Collide (Lingorm)

Chapter 13

Ling had been sulking all day—her mood dark and sour like a storm cloud that refused to leave. It started in the operating room when she was supposed to be focused on a complicated surgery. But instead of concentrating on her patient, her mind kept wandering back to that moment.

Earn. Fay. Laughing. Touching. Teasing.

Ling gritted her teeth as she made an incision, feeling her frustration bubble up again. Why does she always hang out with Fay like that? Why the shoulder massages? Why the cheek kisses?

One of the nurses glanced at her, noticing the tension in her face. "Everything okay, Dr. Ling?"

Ling nodded curtly, her eyes fixed on the patient. " Perfectly Fine," she muttered, though her mind was anything but fine. So why does it drive me crazy?

The surgery went on smoothly, but Ling couldn't shake her thoughts. Even as she stitched the patient up, her internal monologue continued, swirling around Orm and Fay. She finished the operation with more frustration than relief, storming out of the OR without her usual sense of accomplishment.

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By lunchtime, Ling's sulking had reached a whole new level. She was sitting at her usual table in the hospital canteen, angrily stirring her soup like it had personally wronged her. Her spoon stabbed into the bowl, nearly splashing soup everywhere. 

The other doctors gave her a wide berth, sensing the stormy vibes radiating from her.

Ling slouched in her chair, her face scrunched in a mix of annoyance and jealousy. What does she even do all day that she deserves a massage? I'm the doctor here, I do all the work! she's just an intern!

Just then, the familiar sound of that laughter floated across the room, and Ling immediately stiffened. Her eyes flicked to the entrance, where Orm and Fay walked in, giggling like they were in on the best inside joke in the world.

Ling's hand froze in mid-stir. Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

She watched as Orm playfully poked Fay's bicep feeling her so invisible muscles. Fay doesn't even work out like I do! She probably doesn't even lift. I bet I could carry both of them, easy.

Her mind was racing now, her thoughts becoming more childish by the second. And why does she have to touch her every five seconds? I'm right here!

One of her colleagues, Dr. Kim, sat down beside her, looking between Ling's scowl and the happy pair across the room. "Uh, you good, Ling? You look like you're about to set someone on fire."

"I'm fine," Ling snapped, though her eyes were still locked on Orm and Fay. "Totally fine."

Dr. Kim followed her gaze and snickered. "Jealous much?"

Ling's pout deepened, her arms crossing over her chest. "I am not jealous."

Dr. Kim raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Sure. You're practically shooting lasers out of your eyes at that poor woman right now."

"I'm the poor lonely woman here, I just think it's a bit much, don't you?" Ling huffed, her cheeks puffing out. "They're always together. Always laughing. And now—massages?! I never got a massage!"

Dr. Kim couldn't help but chuckle. " I mean that's what best friends do so it's normal, Why don't you just tell her you want more attention? Or, you know, a massage?"

Ling groaned dramatically, her head falling onto the table with a loud thud. "She's supposed to know! And I never do that with Freen"

Dr. Kim patted her back, trying not to laugh. "Dear you and Freen are different breed"