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 SIX — HABITUAL GESTURES _______________________
"Heads he's mine, tails he's yours." Stings says, his hands rooting around in his medical coat for a coin.
"Why do you get to be heads?" You question yanking the curtain around the patients bed shut, so they wouldn't have to see this.
His nostrils flared as he snorted through them. "Because I have a head and honey you are a tail."
"I don't know if that was an attack on my gender or smarts, but I don't care." Your hands rested on your hips, watching the boy through narrowed eyes.
PING!
Sting flicked the coin into the air. Catching it and flipping it with the opposite hand.
"Ha! Tails, they're plenty of other patients around here. So go find one." Your lips curled into a smile, as you snatched the coin from Sting.
His jaw tightened, and through gritted teeth he said. "We both know this case is surgical, and needs a surgical residents. So back off."
"No, the wound is superficial. I mean yeah it looks all flashy and cool, but it's superficial."
"I'm not backing down to go and do sutures all day." He held his head higher, forcing you to have to look up at him.
"And neither am I."
"How do you know those things didn't reprise his peritoneum?" Sting Snapped, hands resting on his hips.
Rolling your eyes, you snapped back. "Because, he's sitting up talking to us."
"Hello?" The curtain flew upon, and a not-so-bad looking man interrupted. "I was wondering if you could take these out, sew me up, I've got a race to finish."
Both you and Sting jumped at the new voice. The man had a couple of what looked to be long nails penetrating his abdomen. You wonder where the fuck they came from.
"A race?" You repeated.
"Yeah, I'm a biker." His chest stuck out slightly in pride.
"I'll get you examined mate, and you'll be out of here within an hour." Sting already reaching over to take his blood pressure.
"Sting stop being a pussy, he can be out of here within ten minutes. Freeing up a bed, and allowing him to get back to his race."
