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Damn, baby
You frustrate me
But you look so good it hurts sometimes
There had been a woman who had wanted to explain to him several times before the operation how Fynn was supposed to do his job. And there had been a patient who, for some reason he couldn’t explain, constantly pretended to be in pain, which, incidentally, seemed to change places. And then there had been Ryan – Fynn hated this guy with a burning passion – he was the anaesthetic assistant and acted as if he was the most important person on this planet. During the surgery, he kept telling stupid jokes and damn it, he had been so close to throw his scalpel at this guy. Unfortunately, that was of course impossible, dangerous and simply not allowed. And he was accordingly moody and tired when he came home. He almost shuffled down the corridor, his clothes appeared chaotic and like he had put them on with little to no motivation at all.
When he reached the door, he paused for a moment, he leaned his forehead against the wood and closed his eyes. In this apartment, a person would wait for him, who didn’t deserve his miserable mood on the other hand it was also possible that she had long since gone to bed. He began to search in his bag, where he found nothing, what followed was the pocket of his jacket and at some point he had successfully found the key. Quietly he unlocked the door, it was dark in the apartment and he tried to close the door as silently as possible behind him. The digital clock in the living room indicated that it was a little past three in the morning and that would have been the perfect time to call it a day and to sleep.
Unfortunately, Fynn was wide awake and barely able to ignore this frustration after all the trouble with Ryan. Without turning on the light, he threw his bag to the side and then he moved to the kitchen, where he opened the fridge and looked a little lost at the food they still had. After a while, he decided on some milk and an old muffin that was still on the counter. Everything was better than nothing and it was faster than cooking. He bit into it and wanted to take a sip of the milk when he heard the floorboards squeaking in the hallway. Steps were approaching and there was the creaking of a window.
Immediately he whirled around and without thinking he threw the muffin elegantly at whoever was standing in the dark. He missed and instead it hit the wall and rolled to the floor. It was almost amazing how much this pastry endured, but back to something more important and to whoever was there in the dark. He held the milk carton in a deadly grip and suddenly, he breathed out with relief. "Oh my god, you scared me." said the one, who stood in the dark in the middle of the night and didn’t even bother to turn on a light. "Sorry, for that.." He walked over and picked up what was left of the muffin to throw it in the trash. "Are you still awake or did I wake you up?" He asked once he had calmed down.
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