Stitches

One

Emergency! Prepare the operating room! We need to do an open heart surgery! Prepare a line! Get me another cardio-surgeon and a team! Now!

Oh great! I just came from a three month night shift and now, first day in a morning shift I arrived with this kind of welcome scenario? Seriously! I was about to pull my cup of coffee out of the way to all those people entering the operating room complex with the emergency patient but it was too late. The next thing I knew, it spilled all over my scrub suit. Oh great! I rolled my eyes, took a deep breath and followed the emergency team.

While performing the surgery, I find some time to look at the cardio surgeons doing it. I know all the surgeons and doctors here in the hospital except for this one. I really can't see him clearly behind his mask, cap and surgical gown.

Fast forward to 8 hours later.

Me and my senior nurse were just outside the recovery room, by the glass window looking at the doctor who actually rescued the patient while in a public transportation.

He looks young and not the cardio-surgeon type. His hair is perfectly combed over leaving a cool few strands on his forehead and the color is between red and yellow hue. Yes, like a light coffee or chocolate. He has abberant blue eyes and cute cupid lips. He's beard and mustache were nicely trimmed and has a fair skin. Well, he don't have a husky masculine body but he has an impressive grotesque look. And, yes he has a pleasing appearance, handsome is it.

First question to ask:

"Honestly, why is he on a bus? He doesn't have his own car?" I asked.

"Maybe his car is on coding today." Mila answered me. She is a nice black american woman with two beautiful daughters.

"How old is he? Or maybe how young? Can you guess his age? " I asked again.

"Maybe just a little older than you." She said. She almost have answers to every question I ask. I seldom hear her say "I don't know".

"Why the fuck Yesha's getting all those smiles right now?" I was surprised.

"Probably because in less than 24 hours, she'll be in his pad, in his bed, banging him hard." She is giving a serious face. We looked at each other then laugh.

That's how we joke about Yesha especially on how she stares and talk to this doctor with all those eye blinking and grinning. By nature, Yesha is the I-like-you-lets-have-casual-sex-then-stay-as-friends kind of girl, but basically she is kind and good at work so maybe being a mild nymphomaniac is her way of coping up with her life. We aren't really close because we find each other weird. When you say weird, it's like creepy eww kind of weirdness. One time I caught her playing with her breast while singing in front of the mirror which she said is normal for girls our age but I just pretended it didn't happen. Then she caught me having this tutorial on one of my female friends about how to pleasure herself the right way and she also pretended that she didn't hear anything.

"I should get a shower. I smell like a lonely and alone creamy caramel macchiato" I said to Mila and walked away.

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"Hey can I ask about this nurse I spilled coffee with?" A sexy british accent man asked standing outside the nurse station with his brown jacket, dark blue t-shirt and a pair of denim pants and timberland sneakers with a cup of newly brewed coffee in his hands. Mila was then busy with the charts but since this is the intriguing cardio-surgeon, she made time for him. Mila is a sucker for cardios. It was her childhood dream.

"Yes, Doctor.. ?" She asked politely.

"Craite, Craite Stanford" He answered.

"Dr. Craite, can I call you that?" She giggled.