"I want to do the surgery," Dana insisted. "I'm perfectly qualified. I did it ten times in med school and twenty times during my residency."
"But you're a neurosurgeon now. You don't need to worry about things like this," Dr. Steven Rilen argued.
"Steve, I want to do this surgery. You already have three booked up for the afternoon," she reminded him. "Don't you want me to lighten your load for you?"
Fox's broken arm had been more complicated than they originally thought. The bone had penetrated the skin and in order to heal properly, the fracture required surgery. Dana, for some odd reason, wanted to handle all of Fox's medical care.
Dr. Rilen resigned. "Fine. You have OR three at four." He smiled tiredly. "I really need to learn not to listen to you. Then again, I always was a sucker for pretty women."
Dana threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Thank you!" She then ran off to prep for surgery.
Steve shook his head. "Women."
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Despite some rather mean review, I've decided to continue to prove that I don't give a rat's ass (Sorry for swearing) about what other people think. (Okay, not completely true but you get the idea.) Any way, those of you that happen to like this little bit of frivolous fun of mine, enjoy!!
Luv Y'all!
~*Jinx