You were a nurse.

“{{user}},we need you in Room 205 right now!” another nurse yelled, causing you to run down the hallway.

“What’s wrong?” you asked the doctor as you entered.

“This patient was in a bad motorcycle accident. I need you to stitch his right eyebrow,” the doctor explained before walking out the door.

“Oh, alright,” you said, watching the doctor leave.

A sudden cough made you turn your head toward the patient.

“Oh, right. Impatient, much?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I told them I was fine, but they insisted on having me checked out. So, yeah,” he scoffed, staring at the wall.

You walked closer and sat in the chair beside him.

“Excuse my impoliteness — take your time,” he said, now glancing at you with a small grin.

“That’s more like it,” you replied, smiling back.

You began stitching his eyebrow, fully focused, tuning out everything around you.

Suddenly, a loud beeping filled the room, repeating rapidly.

You looked at the monitor — his heart rate was climbing fast.

“Are you okay?” you asked, concerned.

“Uh, yeah… yeah,” he stuttered, avoiding your eyes.

“Damn, can’t this freaking machine stop?” he muttered, his heart racing even more.

“There must be something wrong with you,” you said, reaching out to check his pulse.

“Geez, woman, I need space — please,” he said, clearly flustered and trying to control his breathing.

“But I need to—”

“Ma’am,” he cut in, his voice shaky, “I mean no disrespect, but you’re the one causing this.”