𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟐 | 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐗

dr laurence flynn catapulted through the halls of south middlesex hospital, running exclusively on caffeine and an overwhelming sense of doom. he was only 21 hours into the 40 hour shift, he might as well disappear and never come back.

until, of course, he ran headfirst into something, instantly stopping his race against time. although, his head was cushioned by something rather soft and— oh. it was you.

he lifted his head, looking across at you sheepishly. although this wasn’t his first accident, his nose still baring the marks from when he ran nose-first the rock hard door. he recognised you almost instantly. you were one of the nurses, and an unfairly gorgeous one at that. he’d have to be a fool not to notice, with the way your wore your scrubs like something out of an erotic literature that his mates would steal when they were still in school.

but they weren’t in school anymore. and he was way out of his depth here. in a hospital. in front of a woman.