Doctors Orders

pathetic

WE REACHED 10K WE REACHED 10K WE REACHED 10K. OMG I can't believe this. All of you are so amazing and want to thank for from the bottom of my heart for reading my book, voting, commenting, following me, and more! You guys are the ones who inspire me to keep writing, and I thank you and love you for that <3

Vanessa

"Ten blade"

I watch as Dr. Matthews glides the blade down the front Nathan's small body.  Quickly and fluently, he opens the chest and begins his work.  I stand there in awe, watching Matthews hands move so naturally in and out of the body.

For hours, we repeat the same routine: Dr. Matthews working his magic in his surgery and me standing in awe across the table. I lend my hand, thankful for all the practice I put in, as my eyes drink up all of the skill oozing from the man in front of me.

To the last stitch being placed, I kept my eyes on Dr. Matthews and his hands. Being in his early to mid forties, Dr. Matthews was still pretty good looking with his brown hair and even darker brown eyes, even with a few years on me. And watching his work, it was no surprise he has mastered his craft.

Taking my gloves off, I toss them into the disposal bin, and turn on the scrub sink. Hours in the OR is so exiting, but very exhausting after a week of barely 3-hours a night. I can not wait until tomorrow when get to sleep in for once.

"You going tonight?" Dr. Matthews asks, taking the sink next to me.  Seeing my confused expression, he continues, "Are you going to Connor's Pub tonight.  I heard all the first-years and some other surgeons were meeting up tonight after all of their different surgeries finished."

"Oh!" I say, all of my plans come flying back to me, "Yeah, I'll be there." I continue to run my hands through the warm water and soap.

"Awesome, I will see you there then," Dr. Matthews turns off his water. Grabbing a paper towel, he adds, "Great job today, Vanessa."

"Thank you, Dr. Matthews"

He turns to my direction and smiles at me, "You can call me Travis." With that said, he turns and exits the scrub room and enters the rest of the hospital, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

How was tonight actually going to go?

After my incident, or moment, or- I really don't know what happened with Logan- we haven't spoken to each other.  Usually it's just me trying to hide from Logan and my feelings that I don't understand, but this time it seems the hiding is two sided.

The kiss was something different, something I have never felt before.  I have had a few kisses here and there, but this wasn't like any of those.  From the first moment our lips met, I felt some-sort of a spark shoot through my body, from my lips to the tips of my toes.

But tonight was not about that. This night was about the first year surgeons celebrating our victories in our surgeries and taking a night to relax from the our hectic work life. And I know for sure that some feelings won't get in my way.

Even if it takes a drink or two.

• • •

Logan

You fucking moron, Logan.

I slam my car door shut. Clicking the lock button on my keys, I walk towards the Irish pub and the large cold beer awaiting me to drink my mistakes away.