(Y/N) is a successful neurosurgeon who is working on a research for the subconscious mind. Her bold character and brilliant mind is attracting many, but one of them is the Tesla and Space X CEO- Elon Musk. They are both dedicated to work, but will t...
I heard one of my interns say while I was putting away my gloves on this sink of the surgery room.
"That's my job, Michael" I said with little smirk on my face.I washed my hands and sighed.
I thought that this was probably my ego talking, but to be honest, this was the truth. My job was to take care of people and I had the privilege to make sure that they go out of the surgery room with a chance to live. While I was walking out of the surgery room, feeling the pain in my legs, I started to remember the years when I was just an intern at the UCLA Neurosurgery. I just graduated from university, doing my best to get the recognition in the ER. There were many sleepless nights where I was either reading books and researches or just working. Hard work pays off, right? I was asking myself this question constantly in those years and the answer was always negative after my tutors screamed at me for some small mistakes I was doing.But with the time you understand that in this field there is no room for mistakes.At the time I felt really angry at them and cried in the dressing room asking myself if this is the thing for me - to be a neurosurgeon. Now that I look back, at the position where I am, I am very glad that those were my tutors, because in this profession, the constructive criticism very important.
"Excuse me,Dr.(L/N)?" I heard somebodies voice echoing in the hall, taking me out from my thoughts about the past.
"Yes?" I said turning around , seeing Maria, my colleague and best friend, who was also a doc, but she was working in the ER.
"I'm sorry for bothering you! I wanted to ask you, if you are going to the party of the Neurological Association?" She asked looking at me with hope. I totally forgot about this party.
"Uhm..." i said pretending like I haven't forgot it. "Again, at what time it was?"
"You forgot right?" She answered with question, yes of course. "You should stop being 24/7 at work, pay attention to yourself. Come and have some fun time with your colleagues!"
"Sweetheart, I asked you at what time it is, not what do with my life" I said with a tired smile on my face. I loved how she always thinks about me.
"At 9 o'clock" she said laughing at me, looking at the paper she was holding.
"Pff..Okay, I will come"
"You are awesome, I promise you won't regret it"
I was obviously going to regret it, because I was going to work the next day, yes, even on Sundays. She turned around as she smiled softly at me.
I continued walking to the dressing room. I already doubted my decision, but I needed to have some fun. After I split with my boyfriend, I covered myself in work. The thing with me is that I loved my job from deep of my heart and all of my attention was going into it and apparently this wasn't his cup of tea. It took me a long time to realise this and we decided that the best solution is to split. I've dedicated my whole time to become who I am today and there was sacrifices I needed to make and this was one of them.
I took off my working clothes, picked up my black jeans and white t-shirt and put them on me. I looked at my watch and I realised I had only an hour to get ready.
Wait...I have nothing to wear!
Well I hope I can at least got home before it's time to actually go to this party with this nerve- wrecking traffic in LA. I stormed out of the building, holding two folders ,with patients information to review their cases at home after I come back from the party.
Well, it was obvious that I won't sleep after that, so why not do some work?
I got on my motorcycle and started the engine. I couldn't believe that the traffic wasn't so bad, so I got home in 20 minutes. I entered my apartment, which wasn't so big, but still felt very unwelcoming and lonely. I placed my keys on the kitchen counter and went to the closet, to choose something comfy and classy at the same time. I choose black trousers and a white tight blouse with long sleeves and cut back. I took a shower and put on some subtle makeup, which was brown smokey eye and a gloss. I've put my black high heels and called myself an Uber, because I was going to drink tonight, obviously. I got to the address that the party was going to take place. It was one of my tutor's house, back in the time. Big mansion in Bell Air. I entered the house and I immediately saw Maria talking to Giorno. He is one of the Dr.Farewell's sons, that she has a crush on. I didn't wanted to interrupt, so I directly went to the table with food.I was so hungry and the only thing on my mind was which mini-sandwich to choose. People were coming to me to greet me. I was doing a new research about the subconscious mind and the way it works while we sleep and apparently it was very popular among my colleagues. After a few small talks with colleagues, I was starting to feel tired. I'm not used to places like this. I picked a glass and poured myself white wine. I took a few bites of the food I picked.
"You must be Dr.(L/N)?" A thick voice behind me asked while I was taking a sip of my wine.
That man was so close to me, I could feel his hot breath caressing my ear. I slowly turned around and saw one tall, with greenish blue eyes man, dressed in a a black suit with messy hair and beard. I recognised who he was and I froze.
It was Musk, Elon Musk.
But what he was doing here?
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