"Check the blood results, treat as needed, cleanse the wound, and then the fun happens." Conrad murmured, his blue eyes solely focused on the patients leg as he carefully picked each piece of glass out.

The overwhelming smell of rubbing alcohol and rubber gloves overtook the hospital room. He turned his head to check on you, making sure you were listening. "You taking notes, rookie? I'm not doing this just to give you a show." He accused with sass in his voice.

There was nothing more you hated than being Conrad's rookie and him being your senior resident. Being a rookie meant following him around, carrying out his orders and items, listening to every demand he gave you, it was exhausting.

You were no picnic for Conrad either. Conrad wanted nothing more than to have a free day of the hospital without pulling someone else's weight. But to be honest, you're kind of growing on him, becoming a part of his daily routine.

"Alright, tell me what you learned, rookie." Conrad hummed as he cleaned up the bed where the patient he just checked out once laid. He took off his gloves, reapplied hand sanitizer and turned around to look at you with crossed arms.