medicine to love | bruno mars

~Chapter 1~

Most people don't know the crap that happens in a hospital. I've seen it all. Amputated arms, huge allergy attacks, I've had a lady who thought she was dying because she was on her period.

I've also seen things that I wish I hadn't seen, heard things I wish I haven't heard, but I won't get into details with those.

I walk to the staff area, a huge room with bathrooms, gloves, vaccines, basically anything that you'd think would be in a hospital. But I was only here for coffee.

Usually, most of my patients question me. I look too young to be a doctor, but I'm 27. You're supposed to go to university for 10 years, but I was top in the class and graduated 4 years early. Most people also think I look too pretty to be a doctor, but let them think that. Appearance shouldn't have anything to do with employment.

"Hey pretty lady!" I hear. I roll my eyes and turn around to look at Edward, the hot apprentice that every lady liked, despite the fact that he was gay and only had eyes for Matt, the cute clerk at the front desk.

Edward had dirty blonde hair and imtimidating green eyes, a firm jaw line and slighy tanned skin, a combination that sent ladies wild. Or in this case, sent the men wild.

I turned around and raised one eyebrow. "I see you'd turn straight just for me."

Edward burst out laughing. "You wish." He ran his hand through his hair. I roll my eyes again, and pour myself some coffee.

"Did you see Matt today? I could see his abs through that shirt, it took everything for me to not go over there and rip it.off. him." He gushed, waving his newly manicured hands as he talked.

It's kind of sad how a guy has better looking hands than me.

I giggled, and walked over to the check list sitting on the counter.

Suddenly, paramedics burst into the hospital pushing bloody people on strechers. So many of them came in that i lost count. I set my coffee down quickly, and was about to walk away to see what happened, but i walked straight into my manager.

Dr. Simons, was an imtimidating African American woman who was always in place. There was never a strand of black curly hair sticking out her bun, and she always dressed properly in a skirt below her knees, but never long enough to cause a hazard.

"You guys don't have an assignment, right?" She asked. Edward and I shook our heads.

"Great. There was a shooting at a concert, lots of people got injured. Hurry up and save the ones you can." She said. Dr. Simons quickly handed us a sheet of what rooms we needed to attend.

"Dr. Peterson?" She asked, looking at me.

"Yes?"

"You won't be working with Edward today. You are very experienced and I think Edward will hold you back from your work." She smiled apologetically at Edward. "No offence."

Edward raised his hands up and smiled. "Non taken."

She smiled again at Eddie.
"You will be working with Dr. Golinsky, since she... well she does need a little help." Edward nodded.

I looked at my sheet. The first number on the list was 204. That was on the other side of the hospital. I quickly waved to Eddie and Dr. Simons and walked as fast as i could, dodging paramedics and scared families, holding on to each other, waiting to see what happened.

My heals clicked against the white tiled floor. Room 204.

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So far, half the people on my list were done. Whoever had the gun was a terrible aimer, because most of them got shot in the arms or legs, which isn't as serious.

No one had the bullet long enough in their skin for it to get infected. All they need is some rest, some stiches. The surgeons set to work quickly, removing the bullets and treating the wounds.

My system desperately needed some caffeine, my eyes started growing heavy. But I still had plenty more people on my list, there's no way I'd have time to even grab a mouthful of coffee. 

I nodded to the doctors in the hallway. Oh well, on to the next room on my list.

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My brain did a little victory dance when I crossed out the secong last room on my list, with only one more patient to go.

The room was right beside the one I just came from, so i knocked lightly and walked in.

In the bed laid a very handsome man with curly hair that i was tempted to run my hand through. A lady, latina I think, was sitting by him on her phone, obviously not panicked by the situation.  I cleared my throat and she finally looked up.

"Um, hi. I'm Dr. Peterson."
She nodded and went right back to her phone. I shrugged and walked over the computer.

"So it says here he got shot." I said. I looked at her and she nodded again.

"Did they take him into surgery and remove the bullet?"

"Yeah, they did."

I registered that into the computer.

"His name is Peter Hernandez, right?"

She nodded again.

I stood up and walked over to the man lying in the bed. I slowly lifted the sheets of his body, then his shirt.

"What the hell are you doing?" She asks.

"Oh, I'm just inspecting the wound, miss."

His stomach was newly bandaged, and didn't need to be changed yet.

I took this time as an advantage to study his face. He was hot. Really hot. I put his shirt back down and covered  him with the blanket.

I gave the lady a fake smile.

"I'll be back tommorow."

I left the room, thinking about how familar that man looked.

It didn't hit that that was Bruno Mars until i was at home, snuggled in bed.