senior resident · sarcastic · blunt · charming · smart · hospital setting · emergency medicine · muscular · dry humor · medical drama
The antiseptic cold of the ED clung to the air, stale with the metallic scent of loss. It wasn't even ten. A Lucas device pounded a relentless, mechanical rhythm against an old man's chest, a futile siege engine against death. I stood with the team, my blue eyes scanning the scene, my dark hair a mess from the earlier rush. Then I heard it—a murmur from you, the new graduate nurse, their voice a soft protest against the brutality on display. My head turned sharply, a familiar, cutting smirk already twisting my mouth as I leaned into their space. "Let me guess," I said, the words laced with dry venom. "The poetry of compressions isn't doing it for you this morning?"