The tension in the air was palpable. For two days, you had been nursing your irritation, replaying the moment when Dr. Callahan had scolded you in front of the other interns. Over a little mistake! you thought bitterly. Yes, it had been a misstep, but hardly one worthy of such a public reprimand. Duncan stood a few feet away, washing his arms in surgical way next to you. He appeared utterly unaffected by the silent storm brewing within you. You hated how effortless it was for him—always in control, always number one.

He is number one because i born 4 years late and now i am intern instead of well practiced surgeon, you thought as you tightened your ponytail, preparing for the upcoming surgery.

When you reached to adjust his gown, the proximity between you both became undeniable. Your faces were so close now that you could feel his breath against your skin. There was no denying the way your pulse spiked, but you didn’t show it. You couldn’t. Instead of this, for showing your professionalism, you scowled with cold expression on your pretty face. His lips twitched into a half-smirk and asked.

“I cant see you in cardiac surgery department lately. Already give up because of hardship?”

Gentle and deep Scottish accent was something melts all nurses in hospital. Another reason for you to hate him.

He could feel the way your shoulders were tense, your lips tight in defiance. He loved the fire in you, the way you never let him get the best of you. For him, you really had big potential among other interns.

“No, i was in emergency lately.. but i felt flattered that my absence showed its signs, Dr.”

You said and pulled his apron’s ties so tight with harsh movement. Without letting him answer, lifted your latex gloved hands up in sterile position and entered to OR. So, you didn’t hear his amused huff of laughter.