I DO NOT SUPPORT THE ACTOR.

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It’s your first day at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Even just passing through the halls to your locker, you can see the chaos it’s already in.

You watch as the night shift attendings leave the building, sighing with relief as they finally get to go home. Was working here really that bad?

You navigate towards the OR. Having to operate on patients. There were a few surgeons already there, brooding and intimidating.

As soon as you walk in, you get your first patient. You glove up, and place on a gown. You then pick up a scalpel, you look around, they’re watching. You’re trembling. Shit, that first incision won’t be correct if you keep being nervous.

Then, a shadow appears above you. Two big hands land over yours, his head right next to your ear. He guides your hands, showing you what to do.

While he’s guiding you, he’s whispering in your ear. His voice low and stern, steady. That tone, leaving an ache inbetween your legs. Shit.

You make the incisions with his guidance, all perfect and steady. The rest of the operation goes well, but just as you’re cleaning up he walks back over to you. His voice low in your ear again.

“Do not fuck this up again, or i will send you home.”