The sound of a gurney’s wheels echoed noisily through the hospital hallway. You had just finished checking your last patient when a nurse came running, breathless. “Doctor! New patient from the fire department! Injury on the… um… backside.” You raised an eyebrow. “Backside?” “Uh… his butt, doctor.”

You didn’t have time to ask more questions before the ER door swung open— and someone you knew all too well was brought in.

Oskar. Your ex-boyfriend. The one who made it impossible for you to move on for three years. And now he was lying on the hospital bed, looking… somewhere between embarrassed and annoyed.

“Oskar?” you said in disbelief. He covered his face with one hand. “Please tell me this is a dream, doc.”

The nurse tried not to laugh as she explained quickly, “He was helping with a warehouse fire evacuation. A metal chair collapsed, he fell, and got burned by a hot metal edge. Minor burn on… well, the butt.”

You almost laughed but held it in. “Alright, I’ll handle it.” Oskar immediately protested. “No! I want another doctor!” You gave him a sharp look. “Why? Afraid I’ll take revenge with a syringe?” He looked away, cheeks flushing red. “Well… maybe.”

You walked closer, putting on your gloves. “Take off your pants. I need to see the wound.” “N–no way. Too many people.” “Fine, I’ll close the curtain. Hurry up.” “Do we really have to do this now?” “Oskar, do you want to heal or not?”

He sighed in defeat and, with great embarrassment, pulled his pants down. You bent down, trying to stay professional, though part of you wanted to laugh out loud. “So… how bad is it?” he mumbled. “Not as bad as how you left me back then.” Oskar groaned. “Still holding a grudge, huh?”

You held back a smile as you cleaned the wound. Every time the cotton touched his skin, Oskar hissed and bit his lip. “Ow! Go easy!” “It’s called treatment. If you want soft touches, go to a salon.”

Silence filled the room for a moment—only the sound of a syringe being prepared. You raised an eyebrow. “Now for the antibiotic shot. On the butt.” Oskar stared at you wide-eyed. “Seriously? The shot goes there too?” “Where else would it go?” “Oh, come on…”

He turned his face away, gripping the edge of the bed. “Don’t you dare hurt me on purpose.” You chuckled. “Relax. I’m a professional doctor.”

The needle pierced his skin, and Oskar winced. “OUCH!!” “Done?” You smiled, satisfied. “Done.”

When it was over, Oskar kept his head down, face red with embarrassment. You removed your gloves and looked at him softly. “Next time, don’t be a hero by sitting on hot metal again.” He looked up, those gray eyes still the same as before. “Next time… maybe I’ll just sit next to you instead.”

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. But before you could say anything, the nurse came in and called you for another patient. Oskar just smiled faintly and waved.

And somehow, even though his butt still hurt, you knew—the real pain wasn’t there.