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Scrubs Are Not For The Summer
Originally started on: 07/04/2023
Word Count: 434
Omg, I just remembered I'm a writer. XD
Finally got inspired to write something. It's summer and it's hot and I'm all sweaty and muggy and yucky and I hate it!!!
So, I figured why not let my Trau.ma Cen.ter insert suffer with me. Pfft- It was honestly about time I wrote something for this game.
It must be very difficult to work in a hospital when it's so hot outside. I hope they have good air conditioning.
For the record, this takes place after the events of Under The Knife 2.
Doubles DNI. If you ship, Der/Ang (Der.ek X An.gie), please be respectful and don't mention the ship to me, as it makes me uncomfortable. Thanks for understanding!
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"I. hate. Summer." I scorned through clenched teeth, dabbing the beads of sweat off my neck with a paper towel.
"Hate's a strong word to use, Crystal.", Dr. Stiles replied with a chuckle as he handed me a water bottle.
I scoffed and rested it on a nearby desk, glaring at the frosty drops of water dripping off the side.
Unfortunately for us, the air conditioner in the offices broke down, so we were stuck with other options to keep cool when we weren't operating.
Chilled water bottles from the freezer. Fans with rotating heads that didn't have strong enough power.
Those were all fine, but it didn't compare to the cool breeze from the AC. It didn't help that we were stuck in our scrubs.
"You know, we should plan a beach day for the whole office," Derek suddenly declared, his eyes focused on the computer as he looked through various files.
"A beach day, huh? I don't think I'd consider myself a beach type of gal," I scratched my chin before sipping my water. It was definitely needed, especially in this god-awful heat.
"Heh, I'm certain everyone could use a day at the beach once in their life. Besides, wouldn't you prefer to be taking a nice dip in the water instead of getting all muggy in this warm office?"
He did make a good point. Although I've never been to the beach before so...
"What do you think would suit me better- a bikini or a one-piece? Regardless, my ass is gonna be out in public."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that last comment. The sudden pause from the keyboard typing took me out of my funny moment.
"O-oh well uh..."
I looked over and noticed Derek's ears were flushed a bright red.
Was he really imagining me in a swimsuit? Geez, what a perv...
"I think you'd look amazing in anythi- AH!"
My sudden kiss on his burning earlobes left him unable to finish his sentence.
"Wrong answer, Dr. Stiles", I whispered teasingly, giggling as he held his head and his hand.
"Derek, you sly dog. Remind me to give you two plenty of alone time on that company retear to the beach.", another voice exclaimed with a suave tone.
Now it was my turn to get flustered. I whipped my head around to see none other than Tyler himself, a wide smirk spread across his face.
"M-mind your business, Chase!"
He burst into laughter, my face now beginning to burn from embarrassment.
Way to ruin the moment. Note to self: put a lock on Dr. Stiles' office door...
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