*Author's Note- I am a horrible person (te he) so here it is*
Killian pales. I finish his examination, write down the remainder of his information, and say, "Look. I have no idea who you think I am. But I won't hurt you. Your surgery is in five minutes so I am going to start to put you under anesthesia, okay?" Killian nods. I start to leave to get an anesthesia drip then turn around. I toss a blue robe at him.
"Put that on," I say. I watch him to make sure he changes. As he takes off his shirt, I can't help but stare. It's like looking at a washboard. Oh Lord, what's wrong with me? Where's my condescending attitude, my sarcastic nature, my imposing presence?!?!?!?!?!? Killian smirks. "I can stay like this or I can-" I leave the room before he finishes his sentence. I stalk out of the room and storm into the breakroom.
"We have a surgery. Now," I say. Andrea Ross and Isabella Moran, my friends I suppose, groan in sync. "Payday is Friday," I remind them. Andrea sighs. "I know. I witnessed you telling Anya this morning," she says. I smirk. I am especially proud of myself for that particular conversation. After a few more minutes, Killian is moved to the operating room. His black eyes connect with my jade ones and he murmurs, "I know who you are." Suddenly I grab his hand until he passes out. Then we perform reconstructive surgery on his mangled wrist. I manage to spread some skin around the spot where his hand was previously connected to his wrist. When Andrea, Bella, and I finish, we wheel him back into another room. I internally steel myself for what I have to do. When Killian comes to, I look at him sadly and whisper, "Sorry." In the second it takes for me to raise my arm, I know he understands what I'm doing. I slam my fist into his head so he is knocked out, summon all the magic I can out of the object in the bag in my pocket, and vanish in smoke, leaving an empty bed, hanging IV bag, and neatly written notes.
