Why Don't We Imagines

Nurse In Training (D)

Y/N's P.O.V.

It probably cost my parents an arm and leg-- or maybe more-- in order for me to pursue my career as a nurse. I always wanted to get a job in the field of medicine, but since I can't afford to become a doctor, and because I don't think I'm smart enough to be one, becoming a nurse has always been my first choice.

I'm sat in a room of other interns who probably feel the same way-- our initiation is almost over, which means that by Friday next week, we'll a hopefully become the newest employees of the city's best hospital. What's even better, is that the best intern by the end of next week will not be starting out as a mere trainee at the numerous reception and information counters, but they'll actually be helping out at the several wards and-- rumour has it-- will actually be observing and assisting doctors while they perform surgeries and whatnot!

I am positive that I will get that job, and I will do anything in order to get it. I mean, it would be wonderful, to have all the money my parents invested in me put to good use, if it was me that gets that job.

Looking around the room, I feel like my chances of doing so are quite high-- my best friend during the whole thing, Amy, knows how much I want-- no, need, this, and the rest don't put in enough effort to be recognised as the employee-to-be. The only other person who would be my biggest competitor is Daniel Seavey, the good-looking guy that effortlessly charms his way to the top, yet shows off the skills that he undeniably has.

He's like the male me, except that he's a complete arsehole.

It's break time right now, so everyone's just chilling out and drinking Diet Coke from the vending machine in the room. Amy, the social butterfly of our lot, is talking to the other guys about the practical that's coming up next week, so I pull out a book I brought along and start reading.

"Hey y/l/n." I look up-- and immediately scowl.

"Seavey," I greet platonically, nodding a little before returning my attention to the book in my hands. But I feel him take a seat beside me on the couch, and I roll my eyes as my body tenses up.

"You know, it is rude to ignore someone when they are clearly speaking to you."

I roll my eyes again as I reluctantly place my book back into my bag, and cross my arms as I turn to face him. "And you are speaking to me...why?" I narrow my eyes at him, but he's unfazed by my stare; instead, he grins, moving closer to me.

"You know, I feel like you should take up my offer," he says, winking at me. I turn scarlet, and I forget to roll my eyes as I remember the 'offer' he proposed to me the day before-- to go out with him.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because, y/n, you're red right now, and I think it's because you are just itching to get your hands on me," he winks, and the squirmy feeling in my stomach is gone, replaced by annoyance.

"You wish, Seavey."

"I love how you always call me by my last name." I make to move to Amy, to avoid him again, but then he grabs my wrist and spins me round.

"What the--"

"I won't bother you anymore," he blurts out, a slightly worried expression on his face as he says it. "I won't bother you anymore if you promise me one thing."

I hesitate-- should I risk it? If I promise him this one thin, it could be my downfall, but then again, it could be his, because he won't bother me anymore...

"What is it?" I ask, curious, and a ghost of a smirk hides behind his smile.

"If you kiss me by the end of next week, you will have to go out with me." I furrow my brows, then laugh-- there's no way in hell I'm every going to kiss Daniel Seavey by the end of next week. He should've said if he kissed me by the end of next week, I'd have to go out with him; that has less bleak possibilities. But hey, why not give this guy a chance, since he's not going to be able to win this.

"Sure, why not?" I smirk, walking away.

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"CPR?!"

I try not to hide my shock and fury at those three letters, and I avoid Daniel's triumphant gaze-- he probably knew we were going to do CPR for the practical, which is why he made me promise him that I'd go out with him--

"Yes, Ms y/l/n, CPR," the administrator says, unfazed, before turning to the group at large. "You're pairings are on the wall, and you are to perform the procedure on each other, because we want you all to practice on an actual person-- you aren't going to encounter a faint dummy, are you?"

The administrator leaves, and my worst fear has come true-- I'm paired with Daniel, and I'm going first. We all head to our respective practical rooms, and when it's just Daniel and me, he jumps onto the bed and smirks.

"Pucker up," he says, and I roll my eyes, making my way towards him. I try not to think about me losing, but instead, think about how if I did this well, I'd be able to get that promotion. I lean over him, and perform everything right, just how I'm supposed to... before I lean over him and my lips are inches from his.

I hesitate; my lips are so close to his soft, pink ones, and his eyes look even more beautiful up close... I feel his breath, quickening from this close proximity, and I don't even think anymore, I just do.

I blow into his mouth, slightly hesitant at first, doing it the way I'm supposed to if it's actually a person in an emergency. I pump at his chest, not too hard in case it hurts him, but enough so that if it were an actual emergency, it would be sufficient. But then I feel his relatively strong hands snake around my waist and push me closer to him, making me sit up on his lap, all the while making me completely helpless, melting at his touch...

His lips find mine, and I welcome them as he envelops me in himself. His grip on me is strong, but it isn't too tight. His mouth seems to know exactly what to do, and the feeling is absolutely wonderful. The angry moths in my stomach before have turned into beautiful, happy butterflies, and I find my own hands looping themselves round his neck...

I pull away when I realise that I still need oxygen, resting on top of him, glad that the administrator isn't observing us right now. I slide off of him, crimson, and he smirks.

"Guess you'll have to go out with me-- wow, with lips like that, I'd probably come back to life in an instant."

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