DOCTOR! | sting eucliffe x reader
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Sting and y/n were secondary rivals. Both had to be the best at EVERYTHING they did. So when they figure out they both want to be surgeons, it's a competition to see who can get into the...
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CHAPTER ONE — HELL IS JUST A SAUNA ________________________
"Go fuck yourself, you bigheaded asshole." Your heels loudly clomped behind you.
"You're just jealous."
"Jealous? Why the fuck would I be jealous of some dim-witted, egotistical prick like you, Sting?"
A smirk ripples through his cheeks, "Because, we both know you'll never be half the surgeon I'll become."
"Fuck off, Sting." You growled through gritted teeth.
"Don't come begging at my feet when you're living on the streets y/n." His chuckles echoed through the empty corridor.
Your hair swung behind you, as you snapped your neck around to face him. "You'll never be half the surgeon that I'll become."
That smirk only widened, his eyes wide with mischief. "You'll be lucky to become a nurse." He spat, chewing the word nurse out like it left a rotten taste.
Flipping him off, you stomp out of the school. Your bag clumsily slung over my shoulder, as you found your mum's car. With a clenched jaw and hardened eyes you slammed the door shut behind yourself.
"Bad day?" Your mum asked, her words soft, clearly sensing the tension in the air.
"It was alright, just-
Her shoulders lightly bounced with a soft chuckle. "Let me guess, that Sting boy."
"He's a prick." You muttered, slinking down in the car chair.
"You never know, maybe it's just sexual tension."
"MUMMMMM!"
"I'm only joking sweetie." The mischievous glint in her eyes saying otherwise.
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You let out a hard puff of air, a strand of h/c hair falling over your face. The sound of latex gloves snapping off drowned out the sound of your grumbles. Discarding yet another pair of gloves that'd been soiled by unknown bodily liquids.
"L/n!" The head of nursing snapped. "Bedpan in room eight needs changing, again."
You glare holes in the back of her head. Not another bloody bedpan. Begrudgingly, you stomped back over to the nurses station for that floor. Snapping on your fifth pair of gloves that night, you retie your messy hair.
"What'd you do to piss her off." Snickered the man behind the desk, his feet kicked up and eyes on his phone.
"Fuck off Gajeel." You spat, annoyed he'd taken break right as everyone in the damn hospital and their mother's all miraculously shat them myself at once.
