Steady Hands | E.D.

Chapter 2

Ethan and I rushed over to do our rounds before Dr. Shepard came in. As we sped walked through the hallway, he was burying me in questions.
"Where are you from? Do you have any siblings? Are you Jewish or Catholic?" He questioned annoyingly. I rolled my eyes, causing him to laugh.
"Look, I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to save lives. I don't need you to distract me from doing my job." I snapped while turning a corner.
"Oh so you're one of those girls." He replied like a wise ass with a grin plastered on his beautiful face.
"What girls?" I demanded. He was trying to annoy me and it was 100% working. I kind of want to slap him.
"The hardcore type, you know, the ones who don't care about anyone except for themselves. All you want to do is be successful. You probably don't even want to get married or have kids." He said, out of breath from trying to keep up with me.
I smirked. Spot on. I don't want to get married to someone who will most likely cheat on me. I hate kids, and I don't want to dedicate the next 40 years of my life to them. I want to do surgery for the next 40 years. I don't even want to grow old and get wrinkles and be ugly and have nothing interesting go on in my life.
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"If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm Dr. Shepard, your attending for the day." An average sized man spoke with a calming voice. He had fluffy black hair and sparkling blue eyes. Apparently some other doctors call him McDreamy. Well, if you ask me, he's pretty fucking dreamy.
He pulled out an Xray and placed it on the wall, pointing his steady finger at me.
"You. What's wrong with our patient?" He questioned. I examined the picture carefully, as I learned to in medical school.
"He has a tumor in his frontal lobe. It is operable." I replied quickly and smartly. I saw Ethan grinning out of the corner of my eye and elbowed him.
"What?" I whispered sharply. His grin became wider.
"And you're a smart ass too." He said charmingly.
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"Dolan, what is the case here?" Dr. Shepard asked as we stood in front of our patient. Ethan stiffened up a bit.
"Patient is 34 years old, and he has an aneurysm that is fairly large. We will operate microscopically to avoid popping it." He stated.
Oo, he's attractive, charming, and smart. This guy is a keeper. I smiled to myself, even though in reality, this guy will probably be the death of me.

*annd the second chapter is done !! Sorry the medical stuff probably isn't accurate at all, I'm not a doctor. Once I get 30 views I'll write the next chapter. Help me out!!*