Why Don't We imagines

Jack - 5

— Please —

" Excuse me! Thank you! Watch out! Coming through!" You shout as you weave your way through the crowded hallway. Your hands were full with bags of blood. People looked at you strangely when you passed them.

You painted as you drifted into the operation room. The loud bang of the doors attracted the attention of everybody but the surgeon.

" Dr.Hale." You mumble. Dr. Hale doesn't look up from what he's doing.

" Yes, thank you Y/N. Please hand it to Lydia over there." Dr. Hale says in a flat tone.

You walk over to your smiling co-worker and hand her the bags of blood.

" Thanks!" She chirps as she gives you a smile. You smile back before exiting the room.

" Dr. Y/N!" Someone calls. From the hall to your right, a shirt and skinny woman walks towards you. " You are needed down in the pit. Stay there unless you are told not to otherwise." Your attending, Callie Jones orders.

" But- " you try to say but she is already walking away.

You sigh heavily as you make your way down to the pit.

As always, the pit is rambunctious with sirens wailing in the distance, clambering tools, and wailing incoming patients.

You are a fourth year surgical resident in NYC and you loved it. You loved the blood, gore, and the high of surgery.

    You walk over to the desk and pick up a clipboard. You read over the situation before going over to the bed. You pulled he curtain back and started to read from the clipboard. " Hello, Mr. Jack Avery. Says here your eighteen who came in after you fell down a flight of stairs while skateboarding. Complains of a sore arm and bleeding from the head. Is that all?" You ask.

" Y-Yes?" He says I surely. You furrow your eyebrows and look up and your eyes widen in shock.

Merlin he's a beautiful man.

He has really curly hair that was honey blond mixed with brown and brow eyes. He was tan and wore a black t-shirt with a rose on it, black jeans, and black converse. He was staring at you.

You cough awkwardly and look back at the information. " I'm going to order an X-ray for that arm, but first let me inspect that bleed." You say. You put the clipboard down and grab a pair of gloves. You wince when they make the elastic snap noise.

You turn towards him with a practiced smile. " Alright! Can you look at the ceiling for me please." You order. He obeys and you bite the inside of your cheek. The fluorescent light above made white glossy rings in his eyes. You shake your head and pull back his hair. You purse your lips as you see a deep gash by his hair line. It was still bleeding slightly but was mostly crusted blood.

" You must've taken some fall." You murmur.

" Yeah, I was trying to trying to do a Treflip, but I ended up tripping and falling." He grumbled.

" Ah, I remember when I tried the treflip for the first time. I fell right on my butt and fractured my coccyx ( tailbone )." You tell him as you get some Novocain in a syringe and a cotton swab. You swivel back toward him and he's looking at you in surprise. " What?"

" You skateboard?" He asks.

    " Yep." You draw out as you start to dab at the gash. He hisses and you smile sympathetically. " Ever since I was five, my brother had me on a skateboard."