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 NINE — I FUCKED MY WAY INTO THIS MESS, I'LL FUCK MY WAY OUT _______________________
"Why have all nurses been called to the surgical floor?"
"I'm not sure, Minerva just said everyone was meant to come here before our shifts."
You drifted in and out of the background chatter of Gajeel, Cana and Juvia. Nurses, cleaners, and surgical staff alike were all given the same notification. Meet on the surgical floor before your shift. So here you are, cramped in a small yet open corridor, surrounded by those in different uniforms to yours.
Forest green, and baby-blue scrubs contrasted against the sea of navy nurse uniforms. Everyone seemed to be sticking to their cliques within their chosen speciality.
You hadn't seen Sting since he caught you naked in bed with Gildarts. It's already been a week. Cana, Gajeel, Juvia, and a few others had noticed your behaviour. Luckily, you managed to blame your attitude change on your period.
But now with the majority of the hospital staff in close quarters, avoiding him was proving easier said then done.
"Why's Sting coming over to us?" Juvia asked. "Have you and him made up since your fight in the canteen?
FUCK FUCK FUCK
Your head whipped around. A few feet away was the said boy. Adorned in his usual baby-blue scrubs, and shoving his way through the crowd. Eyes pinned on you.
"Shuffle, shuffle." You hissed at the small group, bumping your way through orderlies and oncologists.
All four of you began inching away, deeper into the crowd. Tightly holding onto one another to avoid getting lost, within this sea of hospital staff.
"You never did explain what that was abo-
Before Gajeel could finish a new voice chimed in.
"ATTENTION HOSPITAL WORKERS!" Erza's voice command authority at such volumes. She towered over everyone, from where she stood on top of the surgical wards desk. A few of the other attending stood behind her, not on the desk though.
You recognised a few. Looking way to happy for this time in the morning, was Mirajane Strauss, her silver hair tied back in French braids. Laxus Dreyars' face was settled in an unsettling scrowl. Clenched jaw and hardened eyes, as he took turns death-staring all of this residents.
Then somebody you didn't recognise. His whole demeanours was contrasting to that of the other surgeons. Slouched shoulders, and nervous eyes contradicted the surgeons usual cocky attitudes. Dark, navy blue hair brushed over his forehead in tuffs, and his most striking feature was a red tattoo over his eye-
